Ferdinand's emissary was not his retinue and court jester.

He sent a pure Castilian nobleman, and the key is that this man was the head of Isabella's palace.

Count Don Wendinghaul was a loyal courtier of Queen Isabella, and unlike other Castilian nobles, Count Don Wendinghaul was also loyal to Ferdinand.

Since the defection of the treasurer to Portugal, Ferdinand has become increasingly distrustful of the Castillians.

He knew that many Castilian nobles had been secretly plotting all kinds of plots against him, but there were not many who openly sided with him like the treasurer.

To make matters worse, Treasurer Don Macrosbein is a close confidant of Isabella and one of her most trusted people.

The impact is even worse.

At one point, Ferdinand even wondered if one of his servants was involved in any conspiracy, or that he might be poisoned or assassinated after a meal or a sleep.

Ferdinand was very uncomfortable with such paranoia, and he knew that it was obviously not possible, and if he continued, either he would be driven mad, or his already delicate relationship with the Castilians would turn into a disaster.

So he needs to put down the rebellion in the south as soon as possible, and although he doesn't want to pin his hopes on Gonzalo, it seems that the only one he can count on is him.

It's just that he never thought that the Sicilians would suddenly invade at this time.

Or that the timing they had chosen was so good that even if Ferdinand wanted to send troops from Aragon, it would be difficult.

And the current situation in the north and west was also a great distraction for Ferdinand.

With the French eyeing the French and the Portuguese at sea, Ferdinand must settle all these troubles as soon as possible, which requires him to make a choice.

After consideration, Ferdinand decided that it was better to settle the rebellion in the south first.

As for the Queen of Sicily, although she openly expressed her support for her brother, Ferdinand did not feel that this was an absolutely unsolvable problem.

The Earl of Don Windinghauer was a burly man with a dignified appearance, and his face was set off by a thick black beard, which made the chief steward of the palace look dignified and honest.

However, Ferdinand knew very well that this man was thoughtful and flexible, and even many people were deceived by his not-so-intelligent appearance.

He was relieved to send this man as a messenger.

Count Don Windingho met the Queen of Sicily in the main hall of the Doge's Palace, his first visit to Seville, and the splendor of the Doge's Palace made him admire.

The Sicilian army he saw along the way left a deep impression on the count.

But upon meeting the Queen, Earl Don Windinghoer forgot the shock of the buildings and the army.

To the Count's surprise, the Queen of Sicily was not only more beautiful than the legend suggests, but more importantly, he could sense the Queen's obvious authority in the Sicilian army.

The Castilian army also worshipped Isabella, but they only regarded her as a monarch.

The Sicilian army was different, and Count Don Windinghoer could feel that both soldiers and officers regarded the queen as their "own man".

It's a novelty, and although there is no shortage of monarchs in history who have been worshipped by the military for their bravery, the Queen of Sicily is a woman after all.

However, the Sicilian soldiers did not think so, and they always used the deliberately aggravated description of "our queen" to prove their unusual relationship with the queen.

Whenever the queen is mentioned, the Count of Don Wendinghauer can clearly feel the worship of the queen revealed in the hearts of the Sicilians, or a stronger sense of identity with the monarch than for the monarch.

This was a surprise, he did not know how the young queen, who was said to be in her early 20s, had done this, and he had the impression that even Queen Isabella was not so trusted by ordinary soldiers in the army.

And the Duke of Roman Thesia, whom he had seen in Barriarides.

But here, perhaps because the queen is too dazzling, the duke is not so noticeable.

This reminded Count Don Windinghauer of Ferdinand's instructions before he arrived.

If the king marries this queen......

This thought quickly flashed through the mind of Earl Don Windinghauer, and he couldn't help but have a trace of anticipation for this mission.

At the entrance to a corridor on the second floor of the south wing of the Governor's Palace, several Balkan hunters walked back and forth vigilantly.

The corridor is long, but here it is cut off horizontally by a large foyer flanked by two small rooms, and on the opposite side is another part that continues to the main building.

On the opposite side, several cuirassiers stared at the hunters with hostile intent, and the two sides faced each other in silence through the wide foyer, but no one made a sound.

In a room at the end of the hallway, Josha was sitting on a cushion wiping a musket, wearing gloves sewn from lambskin and holding a cotton cloth coated with whale oil and gently oiling a weapon that had been disassembled into a pile of parts.

Scattered gunpowder is easy to leave residues on the powder pool and hammer, and it is easy to have various impurities left in the barrel, which is obviously harmful to the life of the musket, and it is not safe to use.

The muskets of the Shosha were not fired a few times, and the shapes were varied, and the well-made muskets were more for playing and decorating.

However, in her spare time, she likes to take these weapons apart and reassemble them after wiping down each part to a bright finish.

Her hobby made them clean and pleasing to the eye in special cases, and the muskets she often carried with her.

Few people know that these seemingly completely toy objects are terrifying weapons with lethal power.

Sitting in a chair not far from Josa, Alexander couldn't help but laugh a little when he looked at his sister, who was seriously fiddling with the pile of musket parts in front of him.

Ferdinand's emissaries brought with them an outdated condition.

When Count Don Wendingho had just left Barriaridot, he had no idea what awaited him.

Moreover, the count obviously did not take the road from Barriaridud through Córdoba to Seville, so when he arrived in Seville, although he had accidentally changed hands with Seville, he did not know the whereabouts of Gonzalo, let alone that the defeated Castilian army had retreated to Córdoba.

However, the point is that Ferdinand was always convinced that the Sicilians could not win, so in a letter to the Queen of Sicily, he declared in a victorious tone that if the Sicilians could withdraw from Castile as soon as possible, he was willing to negotiate with the other side, otherwise the Sicilian army would be completely defeated.

Ferdinand's ultimatum letter embarrassed Count Don Vindinghauer, who knew that it would be a humiliation to produce such a letter at such a time, and that the king's more important intentions would be ruined by the letter.

So it was rare that the earl had to rack his brains to come up with a set of explanations when he could not deliver a diplomatic letter, but in the end the earl made his intention completely clear.

What Alexander didn't expect was that Ferdinand actually had the idea of marrying Josa.

With a crisp click, she aimed her loaded musket at a candlestick in front of her, and then pulled the trigger.

Alexander was awakened by the sound of the flint-mounted hammer striking the slab of the medicine pool, and when he came from his contemplation, he saw sitting cross-legged across from him, slowly peeling off his gloves and squinting at his sand with a deliberately provocative gaze, and Alexander suddenly felt a wave of pride in his heart.

She doesn't look like a queen at all, and she doesn't want to be a commander on the battlefield, but a young girl who seems to be fighting with her lover.

Her slightly stubborn cuteness that seemed to be a little angry, but deliberately did not say it, made people think of only a somewhat willful noble lady, who would have thought that such a girl would be the monarch of a powerful kingdom.

The thought of this world in which only he could see and possess such a kind of Shosha made Alexander feel an indescribable satisfaction.

"Ferdinand actually wants to marry me," said Ferdinand, in a very serious manner, "I wonder if you ought not to have the head of that Count Don Windinghoer cut off at once, or that you are not angry?" ”

"I don't think we should be so savage," Alexander said first, waving his hand indifferently at the displeasure on his sister's face, "but if you think you should cut off a few heads to get angry, I'll let the Balkans take the Count Don Windinghäer and his men, and cut them all down by daybreak, for they have been thinking of doing this for a long time." ”

"Poof~"

Jisha couldn't help but chuckle as she twisted to the side, then patted the cushion underneath her.

The silk-upholstered cushions are soft and smooth to sit on, giving you the feeling of being deeply immersed in them.

The Doge's Palace is full of this exotic stuff, but it's not hard to understand.

Ruled by the Moors for many years, many parts of Seville inevitably have some exotic characteristics.

One of them was the upholstery that covered the entire bedroom, and when she saw the room, she immediately liked it, and then she sat down comfortably and began to fiddle with her dangerous toys.

Now sitting beside Josha, watching her lean slightly lazily on the cushion, the strange temperament mixed with innocence and maturity made Alexander can't help but feel a warm wave in his heart.

But she twisted her body to look at Alexander, and when she saw the way he looked at her, she couldn't help but smile a little meaningfully.

"We have won," said Jossa "you know, when I landed in Malaga with my army, I thought about what would happen if the expedition failed, and I thought I would not be much better than Caesar Borgia then. ”

Josha's words made Alexander's heart, which was originally overwhelmed by love, suddenly cold, and he sighed softly when he looked at Josha's seemingly innocent, but blue eyes that could see through the fog of war.

"Brother, do you know, I used to think about what kind of man I would meet in the future, and then I came to the conclusion that I would get married, have children, and become the wife of some nobleman and the mother of several children in the future, but I would never meet someone who really understood me."

Tsusha smiled as she said this, as if she were talking about someone else's fate rather than her own.

"But I met you, I don't know if it was God's arrangement, I met the only person who could understand and support me, but this person couldn't be my husband."

Alexander reached out and gently stroked Josha's smooth cheeks, then slid his fingers into the skin of her ear, feeling the powerful rhythm of her warm neck pulse.

"Do what you should do, brother, let them know your decision tomorrow, let Ferdinand know who he is up against, and let all Castile know what kind of monarch they are coming."

Josha leaned forward and touched Alexander's lips lightly.

"I am proud of your brother, maybe Barondi will be lucky enough to wear the crown of queens in the future, but she will always be a queen, and I am your sister, wife, lover, and most loyal comrade-in-arms and companion, which no one else can ever do."

Alexander looked earnestly at the young woman who was close in front of him.

She was the queen and commander, but she was also his irreplaceable sister, and looking at the eyes of Josha, Alexander could feel her heartfelt firmness.

"I see."

Alexander nodded in agreement.

April 27, 1503.

Just a few weeks apart, the Cathedral of Seville is once again in a grand ceremony.

Despite the presence of the Pope, the ceremony was presided over by the Auxiliary Bishop.

Looking at the auxiliary bishop standing in front of the altar, many people speculated about when he had taken refuge in the Sicilian.

But while he secretly despised the auxiliary bishop's lack of manners, no one openly stood up to rebuke him.

On the contrary, the Andalusian nobles who chose to stay were thinking differently at this time.

Don Bavi is coming, Don Bavi is dead.

Gonzalo came, and Gonzalo was defeated.

The current owner of Seville is the Queen of Sicily and the Duke of Roman Thesia.

This coming-and-going change is what makes the city so lively during this time.

But for these nobles, whoever becomes the master of the place, they are the true masters of Andalusia.

Even Isabella's aristocratic power is their greatest backing, and whoever becomes king will ultimately rely on them to rule the land.

Thinking about it this way, many people can't help but think that the auxiliary bishop is ridiculous.

As for the Pope, someone quietly looked at Alexander VI, who remained silent.

It seems that he had no other way to get others to obey his orders than to rely on the muskets and spears of the Sicilians.

While the Andalusian nobility was having their own ghosts, the rites of the auxiliary bishops were coming to an end

After rebuking Don Bavi for his blasphemy against God, to the point of usurping the bride of the Church, he sang generously about the Queen of Sicily's righteous act of punishing such evil.

He even likened it to King David's feat of slaying giants with stones.

The nobles looked at the auxiliary bishop in amazement, and although they themselves were equally cheeky, many were amazed that the auxiliary bishop was able to play the cheekiness to such a degree.

Count Don Wendinghauer stood in the crowd and watched the scene with great amazement.

As Ferdinand's emissary, the Count of Don Windinghoer was in a somewhat awkward position, especially after listening to the auxiliary bishop so shamelessly describe the Sicilian invasion as a salvation for the Andalusians, the count felt that even sending the auxiliary bishop to the Inquisition was not too much.

However, although he could understand that the Queen of Sicily was doing this to find an excuse for her invasion, Count Don Wendingho always felt as if things were not so simple.

Sure enough, just after the auxiliary bishop's ceremony was over, Jisha slowly walked to the altar.

Today, she is wearing a well-cut and gorgeous dress.

The jewel-encrusted crown tied her fully combed blonde hair, and her neck was smooth and slender like a swan, setting off the head with a wisdom that would put countless men to shame.

I don't know if it is deliberately different from Isabella, who is known as the white queen, the blue dress is bright and deep, and the gems inlaid on the group are even more impressed by its luxury.

"I, the only queen of the Two Sicilies, hereditary count of Cosenza......"

Josha calmly announced all her titles, her gaze slid over the faces of everyone in front of her, her voice calm and powerful, and when she looked at someone, it seemed as if no secret could be hidden under that gaze.

This made many people involuntarily avoid her gaze when she looked over.

"Although I know that many people do not think so, I would like to state that this is not an invasion," Jossa said to the Andalusian nobles in a calm voice, "because I have brought you a truly legitimate king." ”

Josha's words caused an instant stir of surprise and surprise among the Andalusians.

All eyes were on Alexander, and some of the nimble heads were already sweating.

"Your Majesty, you are unreasonable to Her Majesty Queen Juana, and even more offensive to Her Majesty Isabella!"

Count Don Windinghoer could no longer bear to stride out of the crowd, but he was immediately stopped in front of the crowd with crossed spears by the guards who had been watching him for a long time.

Busha glanced at Earl Don Windinghau, but had no intention of speaking to him.

She went on to say to the Andalusian nobles: "My brother, the Duke of Rome, is the son of Enrique IV, who usurped the throne that did not belong to her after Enrique IV was unlawfully stripped of his power and forced to deny Juana of Castile as his legitimate child! ”

"It's ridiculous slander......"

Count Don Windinghauer was desperate, and he tried to rush past the guards standing in front of him, but was unceremoniously knocked to the ground by the guards with the tail of their spears.

Just as he was wiping the blood on his face and getting up to continue protesting, he was already stuck in his throat with his arm from behind, and he couldn't make a sound.

"In view of the fact that Isabella has usurped the throne of Castile, I declare in my name as Queen of Sicily that I will not recognize the legitimacy of her inheritance and that of her descendants, and I declare my support for my brother, Giorgio Modillo, Prince of Wallachia, Duke of Rome Thesia, as King of Castile."

The Andalusian nobles, who had already realized that the situation was not good when they heard Jossa publicly proclaim Alexander as the heir of Enrique IV, were already pale and secretly trembling at this time.

If there had been all sorts of reasons to excuse the Sicilian invasion, and even to bargain for both sides to find a chance to step down, now, with the declaration of Josa, the situation has changed completely.

Declare support for Alexander's lineage, declare that he refuses to recognize the succession of Isabella and her descendants, and finally directly support the Duke of Rome Thessia in seizing the throne of Castile!

All this means one thing, the Queen of Sicily cuts off all retreats on both sides, unless one of them is completely victorious or defeated.