I am the Hidden Power Behind the British Empire Chapter 351 351: The Moment of Birth

Unbelievably, those devoted followers obsessed with historical accuracy have recreated the house in Joseon where I was born exactly as it was.

Are you watching this, old man Kim?

Your house has been restored right at the entrance of a place every tourist in London is expected to visit.

I had only taken a quick look around the entrance since Alia had not arrived yet, but even from that alone, the level of accuracy far exceeded my expectations.

They even displayed the jeogori I wore when I first ca to the British Empire.

The label said it was donated by the Jas Group.

Did Jas really keep sothing like that all this ti?

Did he preserve each item as a precious mory, or did he keep it knowing it would beco valuable in the future?

Knowing his personality, it was probably both.

As I stood there, mories resurfaced.

The first ti I arrived in London, wandering the city and thinking about the path I would take.

Then I saw a space designed like a casino in the distance.

I stopped in place, taking a slow breath.

The na of the exhibit was < The eting of the Century >.

As I stared at the familiar deck of cards in the center, a voice spoke from behind .

"You arrived early. I thought you would be at the entrance, so I ca in. I did not expect you to already be inside."

"Ah, yes. I ca a bit early and decided to look around."

"I assud soone from the imperial family would have visited many tis, but I guess that is not the case."

"…Pardon?"

"You looked quite fascinated while staring over there."

What should I say here?

That everything felt new because my mories were not fully restored?

While I hesitated, Alia smiled slightly and pointed at the pamphlet in my hand.

"I actually co here every ti I visit London. It is a place I like."

"Is that so? That is unexpected. I thought, as a developer, you would be more interested in advanced technology."

"I like that too. But this place is special to . I co here whenever I visit, almost like checking in."

It almost sounded like she had a stake in the museum.

Or perhaps she was simply a devoted admirer.

That thought made feel strangely amused, like looking at a cute granddaughter.

"Do you… respect Killian?" I asked carefully.

"Respect? Not exactly. It is a different kind of feeling. For you, though, he is your ancestor, so you must respect him."

"Haha, sothing like that."

There was no way I could openly say I respected myself.

Still, the atmosphere was far more comfortable than I had expected.

She guided through the museum.

Overall, everything was impressive.

Except for one thing.

When we entered the section called Killian's Study, I found it impossible to hide my reaction.

The title was < A Husband Who Loved His Wife More Than Anyone >.

That part was fine.

But the evidence, Victoria's diary, was clearly exaggerated.

I looked down at the passage describing how I supposedly followed her around constantly and clicked my tongue quietly.

"You reacted differently just now," she said.

"It is nothing. Just a small question."

"What kind of question?"

"Well… perhaps it was not always one sided. Maybe Her Majesty added a bit of embellishnt."

"That cannot be. Everything written there is true."

She said it with complete confidence.

I could only sigh internally.

Yes, I loved her.

But that did not an everything written there was accurate.

Even if I pointed it out, nothing would change.

"Interesting. I have co here many tis, but you are the first person to react like that."

"Sorry. I got carried away over sothing trivial."

"No, I like it. It is refreshing."

There was a brief silence.

She looked at steadily.

So I spoke.

"If you have no plans after this, would you like to go sowhere else? Not a café. A proper al."

"…Yes. That sounds good."

Originally, I had planned to just have coffee and leave.

But for so reason, I wanted to continue the conversation.