in the name of the queen

Chapter 3 Inconsistency between subject and object, not guilty
  The anxious future writer rushed into the editorial office and asked the editor with a forced composure:
  "Mr. Byron, I would like to withdraw that premature manuscript."

The editor pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and said with a smile:
  "There are many submissions for papers, which manuscript are you talking about?"

"That's right, it's the one I wrote."

Roland lowered his voice and leaned closer.

There was more than one editor in the office, and there was no need for walls. It was all about the ears. He didn't want the title of the book to leak out.

"Oh, the one you wrote, let me look for it."

Editor Byron stretched his fat body, took out the notebook from his desk pocket with difficulty, flipped through it carefully for a long time, pushed up his slipped glasses, and raised his voice a bit.

"I found it! It's the submission "Oh my God, the Queen is pregnant, who did it?"

Roland held his forehead, couldn't you please lower your voice?

Editors from across the office turned their eyes and ears to it.

Being good at gossip is an editor’s superpower, and liking gossip is an editor’s occupational disease.

The Queen is pregnant? !

Omai Karma, who wrote it? Is it so exciting to play?

Byron patted him on the shoulder, smiled and comforted:
  "Roland, don't worry too much. Her Majesty the Queen has just ascended the throne and is busy with affairs. She probably has no time to care about such small things. The ranking should be decided by the Minister of the Interior."

"Go home and wait for the news. Don't forget to treat me to dinner if you win the grand prize."

Others in the editorial office also started to cheer, "If I were you, I could go to Belfa Street to pick a house right now."

"Stop making noises, don't you see Roland is frustrated?"

"Actually, there is no need for him to worry. Her Majesty the Queen was still a princess when he submitted the article. This was not intentional."

"You put it simply, if you were Her Majesty the Queen, what would you think after seeing this submission?"

"That's right, the Queen is a young girl after all, and she gets emotional easily."

The editors discussed loudly, not even paying attention to Roland's presence.

Roland barely maintained a smile, said goodbye to Editor Byron and left.

Maybe he should see somewhere, not a house, but a cemetery.

While walking on the road, Roland's mind went blank.

He also didn't expect things to develop like this.

It doesn't make sense. Other people's journey through time was to win the essay competition, get an invitation to the Royal Literary Salon, and meet a fair-skinned and beautiful aristocratic girl. Why did it happen to him?
  Little did he know that the old emperor died suddenly, who could he rely on?

In this era of feudal autocracy, which is worse than all the evils of capitalist society, openly insulting the young and unmarried queen who has just ascended the throne, and even dying with dignity is a luxury.

escape?
  Where to run?
  The continent beneath his feet is called Sussex. There is only one country covering tens of millions of square kilometers, the Sussex Empire.

The Imperial Navy is the best in the world, and there is no sea route.

The Imperial Army is very powerful and there is no way to go by land.

The magic of the Empire has reached its peak, and there is nowhere to hide in the capital.

The Imperial Intelligence Agency is indeed a bunch of losers, far behind.

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in Roland's mind. Perhaps he could seek political asylum in other countries?
  Only a few powerful countries across the sea dared to accept political prisoners despite pressure from Sussex.

Frowning lightly, Roland fell into deep thought. What united front value does he have to seek political asylum?
  Liberal young artists suppressed by a brutal government? Brother, this version is too advanced.

Roland, who thought he had no way to escape, came to the dock unknowingly.

Seeing the calm surface but the undercurrents surging, and the deep sea where monsters were raging, he rationally gave up his crazy escape plan of swimming across hundreds of nautical miles of straits.

He is a human being, not a superman.

Sitting on the railing of the pier, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, he did not notice the bright light in the eyes of a girl who was painting when she looked at him.

"Your Majesty, this is the winning candidate for this essay competition."

The calm voice of the Minister of Internal Affairs sounded.

"Sir Walder, I haven't officially ascended the throne yet, you should call me Your Highness Sylph."

Behind the translucent gauze curtain, the gentle voice sounded a little tired.

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

The Minister of the Interior responded respectfully.

Without being serious about the title, Sylph, whose curiosity was aroused, asked softly: "What is the essay competition you are talking about?"

"Before the late emperor went to sea, he once held an essay competition. The winner received a prize of 500 pounds. The essay must focus on the themes of 'gods, royalty, mystery, suspense and gender'. The shorter the length, the better."

Sylph was silent for a moment, then sighed quietly: "Teacher, I'm very busy now, you can just decide on such a small matter."

"Your Majesty, this is the last call for papers for the late emperor's reign. I think it is very important. You must not only decide the ranking yourself, but also publicize it with great fanfare."

After a moment of silence, the voice behind the gauze curtain gradually calmed down.

"Thanks for the reminder, teacher, you are right."

"In your professional opinion, which article should win the award?"

"I cannot judge for His Majesty, but I personally think these three works are better."

Internal Affairs Minister Wald handed the three selected entries to the maid, who handed them to Sylph.

Sylph is his student, and even more so his master.

He had to try to forget having taught her this.

After receiving the three alternative works, Sylph opened them at will. After a moment, she put the first work next to her and picked up the second alternative work.

The story was very good, but Sylph was not in the mood right now. She just looked at it briefly and didn't even express an opinion.

If anyone could look through the gauze curtain, they would definitely find the indelible worry hidden between the brows of the new queen.

The content of her education covers everything from astronomy and geography to literature and art and even military history, but it does not include how to govern a country. Since you are not the crown prince, learning everything will only harm yourself.

Rather than turning against each other, it is better to be knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

She was very well-behaved and never appeared in public, but she just didn't want to compete with the imperial brother.

However, now she particularly wishes that she had not been so good in the past.

Even reading "The Biography of the Monarch", "The Biography of the Powerful Minister" and "The War of Greene the Great" for a few more days is better than having a blank mind.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world.

The new queen sighed and picked up the third candidate.

After just one glance, her delicate eyelashes trembled.

She bit her lip and held tightly to the manuscript that made her go berserk.

"Teacher, who wrote the manuscript "Oh my god, the Queen is pregnant, who did it?"? Help me find out!"

"You're going to give him the title?"

"champion?"

Sylph's lips raised slightly, but there was no smile in her eyes. "He really deserves to win the championship, the champion of the suicide contest."

"Just after the new emperor ascended the throne, some people provoked the dignity of the royal family. If they are not severely punished, I am afraid many people will follow suit."

The Minister of the Interior asked softly: "What does your Majesty plan to do with him?"

"According to imperial law, death penalty."

This is the price of provoking the imperial power.

Faced with the "reasonable" request of the monarch and disciple, Interior Minister Wald did not agree. Instead, he said seriously:

"Your Majesty, please think twice."

"This is what the law stipulates. Did I remember it wrong?"

"Your Majesty remembered it correctly, but he used it wrongly."

Although she was unhappy to be rejected, Sylph always admired the teacher's wisdom, so she asked in a gentle tone:
  "I don't quite understand. Please ask the teacher for guidance."

Since Sylph regards herself as a student, Wald, the teacher, can naturally provide guidance.

He smiled and asked: "Your Majesty is not yet married, but there are crazy people saying that you are pregnant. This is a serious offense to you, so Your Majesty wants to bring the crazy people to justice, right?"

"Does the teacher think it's wrong?"

"It's both right and wrong."

Walder said calmly: "If the Queen is on the throne and someone slanders the royal family like this, they will naturally be punished by death."

"But this is an essay competition held by the late emperor. You were not the queen when you submitted the essay, so..."

Walder didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear.

Sylph was a princess when the article was submitted, but the author has avoided it.

Those who do not know are not guilty, so there is no offense.

Roland wrote such a ridiculous article, which objectively offended the Queen's dignity, but subjectively he was not at fault.

"The subjectivity and objectivity are inconsistent, and the guilt cannot be established. This is your teaching, teacher."

Walder said calmly: "Sylph, you can execute him. After all, you are the most powerful monarch in the world. A single sentence can determine the life and death of millions of people."

"But you must remember that it was not the law that killed him, but the king's wrath."

Sylph murmured: "Can the king's anger kill people?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she laughed first.

The king's wrath can not only kill people, but can even cause thousands of people to lose their lives and countless families to cry in sorrow.

After a long silence, Sylph said slowly:

"Royal dignity is inviolable and any unintentional violation may be punishable by hanging."

Walder's expression did not change at all.

He had no intention of stopping Sylph.

He just hoped that Sylph understood the weight of imperial power, and that every word she said could change the fate of countless people.

Imperial power is like a prison and must be used with caution.

If she insists, there is indeed a basis for the death penalty.

But pocket crime can only contain people, but cannot convince the public.

Just as he sighed secretly, Sylph's voice gradually became softer.

"Yet the right to life of a Sussex citizen takes precedence over the dignity of the Emperor."

"You said that imperial power cannot override the country, let alone trample on the people."

"Since there was no offense intended, I forgive him."

Walder suddenly raised his head and looked at the new queen through the gauze curtain, only to find that the delicate princess student could not see clearly.

It was as if he was meeting her for the first time.

“Who is the author of this article?”

"Empire Post Office employee, Roland." Walder quickly added.

Sylph hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Teacher, the winner of the essay competition will be invited to participate in the literary salon organized by the royal family. If he does not have a solid literary foundation and it is just a coincidence, I am afraid that we cannot send him an invitation letter."

"I must see him first."

(End of this chapter)