At this ti, several other aunts from the Lancaster Family who were working also rushed up.
Although they didn't know what had happened, they stood firmly behind Margaret, silently supporting this sister-in-law.
Margaret gave them a reassuring look before responding to the Abbess:
"Sister Teresa, ever since the Lancaster Dynasty fell, I am no longer the queen.
You can just call by my na as you used to."
For more than a year, the other party had always called her by her na directly, and today was the first ti they called her "Her Majesty the Queen."
Margaret imdiately sensed the aning behind this change in address, vaguely guessing sothing, and her heart couldn't help but beat a bit faster.
But she didn't show it on her face, only tentatively probing with a retreat.
She had dealt with countless people, and could see through the thoughts of this petty old nun at a glance.
If there wasn't a major benefit for her side, the other party definitely wouldn't have this attitude.
"Marg..."
Seeing the other party not imdiately accepting her "kindness" with joy, and even daring to lecture her, Sister Teresa instinctively wanted to burst into anger.
But then thinking of the newspaper she inadvertently saw at ho these days, she imdiately suppressed her anger.
After weighing it over and knowing the matter couldn't be concealed much longer, she finally told Margaret the news she had long awaited:
"Her Majesty the Queen is joking, although the Red Rose Lancaster has suffered a temporary setback, the family's descendants may truly have a day of reclaiming the crown.
You might not know?
Your nephew, the one once wanted worldwide by the White Rose as the Son of the Devil, Byron Lancaster, has already proclaid himself king in the Pirate City Black Sails Harbor!"
The reason for Sister Teresa's change in attitude was actually not complex at all.
It was just because when visiting ho, she inadvertently heard rumors about the Lancasters, and then saw the cover stories about the Uncrowned King Byron Lancaster in every newspaper.
Seeing Margaret's disbelieving eyes, as if in a dream, a trace of regret flashed across Sister Teresa's complex expression, and she sighed inwardly:
"Who could have thought that Lancaster, once fallen from the pinnacle of worldly power, would have a day to rise again?
I once heard a bard tell of a wonder.
It was about a river frequently overflowing and changing course, a village thirty years east of the river, and thirty years west, describing the uncertainty of the world, only the Lord can foresee the future.
But it hasn't even been thirty years, only a little more than a year has passed.
If you had said earlier that your nephew was so capable in battle, how could I have possibly dared to attack you?
I dare bully honest n, but how could I dare bully wicked ones?
Especially that kind where even the wanted poster dared to remove the bounty for the super villain!"
Obviously, in this world, there's no such thing as "blunt in speech," "incapable of talking," it purely depends on whether the social object is worth them going against their nature.
The old nun's deanor changed extraordinarily smoothly.
In fact, petty people like these, born sharp-tongued, are especially good at reading the situation and timing.
When the Lancasters turned into a family of stray dogs, these family won who fell into her hands had their spirituality sealed, and no external aid, they were naturally bullied without concern for consequences.
The forr stray dogs overnight beca a murderous Pirate King, and that could cost her life.
Perhaps Teresa lived her whole life in the monastery, limited in ability, even in her older years only a Second Order Cleric, with shallow knowledge in the supernatural field, unable to distinguish false King's Title from true King's Title.
But to her, the difference between the two was not that great.
He dared to rob the treasure fleet of the first mariti power, killing thousands in one go, the deputy fleet commander of the Kingdom of Castilia was killed just like that, even the Legendary Puppet King fled in panic.
With such montum, who knows if he might overturn the situation and reclaim the throne of Hightins in the future?
The Pirate Group, with its tens of thousands of subordinates, were mostly Bayfolk Pirates who raided monasteries along Old Continent coasts for centuries, simply perfect restraint against monasteries.
For the other party to deal with her, a re abbess, would be too easy.
He didn't even have to personally kill to Malta Island, just issue a bounty to the pirates, it would be easier than crushing an ant.
Besides, although the abbess, due to the doctrine, had no husband, she did have brothers and parents.
Before she suffers, her family would et disaster first, how could she not be afraid?
Offending the world-renowned Pirate King, even the Grand Master Holy Spear Valletta of the Order of Malta Knights couldn't provide her a shred of safety.
Now it's not just fear.
But also terrified to the point of death.
"How unlucky, how did such a thing happen to , I don't dare leave the monastery in the next few years.
First try to repair the relationship, slightly improve the treatnt of these Lancaster won.
At the very least, I can't let them only hate alone."
So people bully the soft and fear the hard, when facing honest n always abuse the smallest power to trouble others to the maximum, but facing true villains don't dare even breathe heavily.
It's just like the nursing hos of Byron's era.
The environnt is extrely closed, even the wealthiest elderly without children are highly likely to fall to the bottom of this small community, anyone can bully them without recourse for grievance.
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