Isabel thinks that this red-haired kid who is about to become her lord and her big boss must be insane today. If there is no mental problem, it must be a lot of high medicine.

Looking at the cavalry armor that was about to finish wiping in her hand, she said helplessly: "Okay, Your Royal Highness, what do you want to say?" ”

Henry Fitzroy propped his right elbow on the armrest of the chair, propped his right hand on his cheek, and after thinking about it carefully, he smiled and whispered: "Miss Walton, do you know that His Majesty has created the position of 'Poet of the Prince' at Whitehall Palace?" ”

Isabel couldn't think of what Henry was really going to say, and continued to finish her job and said, "I don't know. All I know is that I have only been in the Kingdom of England for three days. ”

Henry smiled and said, "Whitehall House is His Majesty's main residence in London and the palace where government affairs are handled. To the pride of the English, the palace is the largest lavish stone palace in all of Europe, with over 1,500 rooms. ”

"Well, then, do I need to know about this Whitehall Palace now?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Walton. As I need to explain to you the origin of the title of 'Poet of the Crown', I would like to introduce you to the principal residence of His Majesty the King. ”

"Good, now I know the palace. So, you can start talking about things that interest you, right? ”

"From the bards of Scandinavia to the bards of Wales to the Anglo-Saxon era of the fifth century AD, there have always been bards or bards in the service of the court. The official appearance of the 'Poet Laureate', a full-time poet for court entertainment, in the Royal Palace of England, follows the ancient tradition of singing praises to successive kings. ”

"So what?"

In Henry's opinion, Isabel seemed to have a growing desire to listen. He gushed with some excitement: "Actually, the man who held the two positions of court poet and royal historian in the time of Henry VII was the poet laureate. The term 'laurel' of the poet laureate should have originated from the graduates of Oxford University, which was founded in the early 11th century, and Cambridge University, which was established in the early 13th century. ”

Isabel felt like she was about to lose her words, and now she could be sure that the she was saying had nothing to do with her. However, she couldn't act like she had been in her own era, and scolded and screamed hatefully: "Fuck you, are you an idiot or an idiot with a congenital social disorder?!" Shut your damn mouth and get out of front of me! ”

The smile on her face felt too hypocritical even to herself, but she said it on purpose: "Your Royal Highness, I guess you want to tell me about the work of the position of 'Poet Laureate', don't you?" ”

Henry, believing that he had received great spiritual encouragement from his goddess of fantasy, smiled and said, "No, no, Miss Walton, what I really want to say is the origin of the flower crown made of the branches and leaves of the laurel tree." ”

"God, it's finally in orbit. This idiot thinks I'm a noble lady and can sit here all day talking to him. Isabel let out a long sigh and set aside her wiped armor.

Feeling free to get up, he went to take Augustine's two knightly swords on one side. At this moment, Henry completely ignored her rude behavior. His eyes followed her until she sat down again before she asked curiously, "Miss Walton, what do you want to do with your two swords?" ”

Isabel glanced at the "idiot boy" and said lukewarmly, "I want to appreciate it, even though as a knight's squire, I don't even have a sword of my own." ”

"Miss Walton, you don't have to worry about that. The day after tomorrow when I accept your submission in the church, I will give you a beautiful, beautiful sword of the Knight of the Round Table. ”

"Thank you, but I want to get a knight's sword by my own efforts. Even if it wasn't a sword from a knight of the Round Table, I would love it so much. ”

Henry asked with some surprise, "Miss Walton, do you want to get a sword by your own efforts?" I'm sorry, but I'm going to use the Burgundian method, or the English knights' method? ”

Isabel drew the dagger and began to wipe it with a piece of linen, "I don't care which method I use, as long as I can get a knight's sword that will protect me." Anyway, this is not the United States, and the laws here are like high school rules for high school students compared to the American Constitution. ”

Henry didn't understand what she meant, and was about to tell Isabel about the Greek myth of the laurel tree, which was derived from the laurel wreath. At this moment his butler, Arthur Field, hurried into the room, and as he saluted him, he whispered, "Your Highness, Viscount Darlington and Baron Haswell have come to meet you. ”

Henry looked at the butler in front of him and thought, "Arthur, do you know what happened to the two lords coming to Nottingham Castle?" ”

Arthur pondered for a few seconds and said, "If the two lords were not for the upcoming hunting season, I would not have been able to know the purpose of the two lords. ”

"They're really going to pick a time to come to my castle, don't they even attend the morning Mass?"

"Your Highness, the church in the territory of the two lords has a different time than we do."

"Oh, that's right. Well, where are they?

"Two adults are waiting for your summons in the living room."

Henry pondered how to make a good, memorable impression on Isabel, and said casually, "Well, you let the two lords wait for a while, and I'll go later." ”

Arthur stood there and muttered, "Your Highness, the two lords said that the matter is urgent, and I hope to see you sooner." ”

"Isn't it just for the hunting season? From November to April next year, isn't that enough time to satisfy their hunting interest!? ”

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm going to tell the two lords."

Arthur stole a glance at Henry as he left. He found that when his lord looked at Isabel, he had a completely different expression, one full of joy and happiness, so to speak.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to return to the atmosphere of conversation between the two of them before, and Henry said gently, "I'm sorry, Miss Walton, because I have to deal with some business myself, so I would like to beg Miss Walton to give me another chance to talk to me." ”

Isabel had been hoping that Henry would leave quickly, and she wished that Henry would take his ass back to the living room. Looking at Henry sideways, he smiled lightly and said, "No problem, it's just that I don't know when the next time will be." ”

"It won't be long, soon. Have a nice day, Miss Walton. Henry, very chivalrous, gave her a gentlemanly salute, and then walked out of the room and led the valet Eugene to the living room of the main building of the castle.