"Human beings certainly possess indelible vices, but they also possess brilliant virtues. If I were to choose which virtue is the most precious, for , it would probably be courage."
The queen’s movents seed very difficult. She sat beside Lorenzo with great effort, her slender, pale legs dangling in the air.
"Courage?"
This word was too insignificant for Lorenzo. If the queen hadn’t brought it up, he would have almost forgotten its existence.
"You might think that this word is very ordinary, right? But quite the opposite, it is so precious that few people truly possess it."
The queen slowly recounted, she rarely engaged in such deep communication throughout her life. Ever since she donned this crown and learned this secret, she has lived in fear every day.
"I am soone who lacks courage. If I were filled with courage and dared to do things without knowing the consequences, I might not have beco queen. Perhaps when I was young, I would have escaped the Platinum Palace, seen the outside world, and then died."
The queen glanced back at Arthur and then said with a smile.
"That’s also why I let Owes go with you, Arthur, that child possesses the courage I never had. He dares to take that step, even if the outco is terrible... truly enviable."
Although she is Queen Victoria, like everyone in the Victoria family, the queen’s life has been confined to this luxurious palace, bound by countless powers to the throne.
"Courage, bravery, such ordinary words that anyone can claim to possess. But when it’s ti to prove it all, people shrink back, afraid. Faced with danger, most people lose the ability to be brave and can only stop at the edge."
After a brief pause, the queen continued to speak.
"Actually, this doesn’t an people aren’t brave. They do possess the courage to face danger, but they lack the courage to bear the price that danger brings."
The queen repeated again.
"It is the cost that we fear."
The sound echoed in this desolate graveyard, and under the gaze of the iron corpses, the atmosphere here softened. Arthur watched the two of them, reminding him of the scene in the church, where believers confessed to the priest, telling of life’s sufferings.
The queen was that suffering believer. She seed to be explaining all this to Lorenzo, but more so it was akin to a self-confession. The Platinum Palace was so vast, yet from beginning to end, no one could understand the queen’s pain, and she couldn’t pass on this cursed knowledge.
"Whether it’s you or others in the Purification chanism, I know that most of you are heinous individuals, the kind who’d get the death sentence right out of the gate in a court of law.
You are filthy all over, possessing all sorts of human vices. But I must say, even such dirty people have noble souls.
You possess sothing I never had. Whatever your purpose, when faced with the unknown evil anomaly, you have the courage to draw your sword, even if it ans bearing death or even heavier costs afterwards."
The queen then spoke about one of the reasons for going to war, at least in her view, part of the responsibility lay with herself.
"I also know that war only brings pain, but I don’t have the courage to make a change. As you said, using the technology here to counter the expansion of the Demon, I know all of this, and I know more in detail than you do. The Third Generation Armor is already capable of being mass-produced. Ingwig’s military strength is unprecedentedly powerful...
But I am afraid, Lorenzo Hols. What if we fail? What if we lose the war against the Demon?"
The queen was asking Lorenzo, but even more, she was talking to herself. Her face was pale, her pupils filled with the sa fear, her body trembling slightly, as if she might fall at any mont.
At this mont, she was just like an ordinary person, in fear, trembling.
"I don’t have that kind of courage, I don’t even dare to imagine what failure looks like. These duties press on , leaving breathless. All I can do in the end is blindly follow through with population reduction."
Suddenly, she grabbed Lorenzo’s hand, forcing him to reach toward her neck, but she had no strength at all, the act comically absurd.
"Why not... kill , let you all take this power, to do what you want, just don’t make bear this any longer..."
The mad murmur quickly ended as the queen realized her absurdity, slowly letting go of his hand, silently bowing her head.
Lorenzo looked at the queen with pity. She was just an ordinary person, unfortunately born into the Victoria family, burdened with the King’s Curse. Her life was trapped in this Platinum Palace, never truly free, and she thought she was already unlucky enough, but such events continued to occur during her reign.
The endless stream of events was almost enough to crush this woman.
Lorenzo and Arthur tacitly maintained silence, giving the queen so ti to compose herself in this place, protected by an Anti-, where she could shed her crown.
It was unclear how long this lasted before the queen slowly spoke.
"Of course, it’s not just courage and other cliché words, there are also elents of the era. This might be our last chance to fight back."
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