After Becoming a Little |

"Your Highness, Miss Isabella is here." A waiter opened the door and said with a bow.

"Why is she free to come here today?" The tea girl put down her cup suspiciously: "Isn't she going to attend etiquette class today?"

"I hate the etiquette class the most!" A voice came from behind the waiter, and the petite girl slipped in through the door like a butterfly wearing a flower, and opened her arms to the tea girl with a smile: "Sister!"

"A real lady, you can't say that you hate etiquette classes." The red tea girl raised her skirt and squatted slightly, looked into the little girl's eyes, and said seriously: "You will become a role model for the royal family in the future, you can't Live up to Her Majesty's expectations."

"Grandmother never told me these things." The little girl pouted, "I wouldn't have come to you if I had known, I might as well go back to Windsor Castle."

"Really?" The tea girl tapped the tip of the little girl's nose: "Today I prepared delicious cookies for a gluttonous little guy~"

"Yeah! I like my sister the most!" The little girl grabbed the black tea girl's clothes and shook them: "Cookies! Cookies!"

"Well, I'll get it for you now." The tea girl smiled, stood up and waved her hands.

The waiter withdrew to prepare snacks, while the old butler in tuxedo pushed his monocle on the bridge of his nose. A faint stream of light flashed across his lens, and some of the words made the old butler in tuxedo frown slightly.

"Your Highness." The old butler in tuxedo saluted the tea girl and said, "The gardener outside has some negligence at work, and I will deal with it."

"...Well, let's go." The tea girl was silent for half a second, nodded, and said softly: "Let them be quiet, I have guests here."

"Yes."

Watching the old butler in tuxedo leave the big balcony, the little girl sat on the sofa shaking her legs: "Sister, can I skip the etiquette class in the future?"

"Although I really want to promise you, I'm sorry dear, I can only say no."

"But—but..." The little girl was a little annoyed: "What's the use of the royal family now? Even if I become a qualified princess in the future, it's just a vase."

"But that's also a vase that other people desire, isn't it?"

"Why do you want to keep the royal family?" The little girl lowered her head and muttered, "If the royal family is cancelled, then I don't have to go to the etiquette class, and I can go to the park with Jenny and the others..."

"Keeping the royal family is because of a promise." The black tea girl's eyes brought back some memories, she picked up her black tea cup and took a sip, and said softly: "The royal family compromised with the capital back then. things, capital cannot ban their existence.”

"Eh? Is that so?" The little girl raised her head in surprise, "Isn't it because the royal family is the symbol of Britain?"

"...Yes, it is kept because it is a symbol of Britain." Without explaining what she said just now, the red tea girl nodded: "You have to remember, it is because the royal family paid too much for this country at the beginning, so The people will continue to allow the existence of the royal family."

"Oh."

"At the same time, because the royal family is a symbol, as the cutest little princess of the royal family, Her Royal Highness Isabella must cheer up and take etiquette lessons."

"Okay... I see." The little girl straightened her skirt: "Although I still think that my sister's side is better, if I choose, I also want to be the only child who inherits the duke title, and It's not a certain princess in a big, big royal family."

Speaking of which, the little girl raised her chin: "I hate the rule that my chin should be parallel to the floor when I walk, especially when going down the stairs. Jenny said that I look like a silly swan with my neck up."

"Yes, then you must be the cutest among the swans."

"Yes, yes, I must be the loveliest--then sister Westminster, you are the most beautiful one!"

"Thank you for the compliment." The tea girl subconsciously turned her head to look at the opened balcony door. The waiter pushed the dining car in, without looking at her with her head down.

"Cookies! Cookies—the etiquette class says I can't call cookies 'Refreshments' in the future, but food and drink...but what if the waiter doesn't know what I want?"

"In that case, maybe you can tell him that you just want cookies." The tea girl put down her teacup, stared at the waiter and asked, "Do you think I'm right? This gentleman."

The waiter seemed to be taken aback. He looked up at the two girls in a little panic, and then lowered his head: "Yes, yes! Your Excellency, you are right!"

"In this case, please put down the cookies first, so that my lovely sister Isabella can taste her favorite snacks." The red tea girl leaned forward slightly, and said softly: "Then tell me who sent you here of--"

"Wow--"

The shiny plate cover on the dining car was lifted off, and the waiter reached out and pulled out a black gun, pointing it at the tea girl with a grim expression.

But as the red tea girl gracefully leaned back, her left leg came up from under the hem of her skirt and slid heavily under the small dining car, causing the whole dining car to make an overwhelmed 'creak' sound.

The cutlery was flying, and the rich buttery smell of cookies was flying in the air, with khaki-colored cookie crumbs, like a pile of uplifted dirt.

Turning around, staggering, the long skirt turned a gorgeous rose, and against the background of the smell of the oven, something suddenly illuminated the entire balcony——

An invisible air wave exploded, and the waiter's gun, which hadn't been raised in time, turned back suddenly as if it had been smashed down in the middle by a sledgehammer.

This sudden force caused the waiter's wrist to twist unnaturally—he looked down at his right hand almost subconsciously, and a look of horror flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The black gun parts started to fly, the spring and some of the parts inside popped out, like a ridiculous old-fashioned spring caterpillar gift box...

The interlacing of light and darkness was only for a moment, and the tea girl reached out to the table, and the tea cup tray she had placed beside her was pulled up by some invisible ribbon, tearing the air and whizzing towards it.

Like the full moon above the sky, it shone brightly on the entire balcony, and a smear of porcelain white passed over the back of the waiter's head.

And at this time, the black tea girl's skirt, which looked like a blooming rose, could barely fall...

The waiter froze in place, shook his body, then fell back weakly, and fell heavily on the ground.

The dull blood spread under his body, dyeing those brown biscuits into black ink.

The guns that were distorted by something hit them were scattered all over the ground, and the special short barrels made a crisp metallic 'ding' sound on the ground.

A yellow special metal ammunition fell out of it, rolled on the ground, and finally rolled to the feet of the red tea girl.

The little girl Isabella looked at the scene in front of her in shock—her princess sister's violent outburst and counterattack were indeed a side she had never seen before.

The red tea girl straightened her white gloves, bent down to pick up the ammunition, and looked it over carefully.

The front end is not a copper round cap like the common ammunition, but a very special material, which is wrapped with something like powder.

"..."

"boom--"

The door was pushed open, and a team of combat personnel in special combat uniforms rushed in, looking around vigilantly.

The butler in the tuxedo hurriedly walked behind. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the little girl sitting on the other side of the balcony with her mouth open. After thinking for a while, he suppressed the urge to talk about something serious and waved his hand: "Clean up here—Your Highness, you and Miss Isabella can continue to rest indoors."

"Send Isabella back first." The red tea girl was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked to the little girl and squatted down, took off her gloves and gently held her little face and touched it: "Today's matter, It's a little secret between us, don't tell others, okay?"

"... Even Mom, Dad and Jenny can't say it, can they?"

"Yes, I hope you don't tell them if you can."

"I understand." The little girl nodded emphatically, "I will keep the secret between us... Then, can I come to eat cookies next time?"

"Of course, Westminster Manor will open the door to His Royal Highness Princess Isabella at any time."

"Ok!"

……

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Standing on the balcony, watching the vehicles downstairs slowly leave along the road in the manor, the tea girl took out a special ammunition and put it in the saucer next to it.

The old butler in the tuxedo took out a pair of white gloves, frowningly picked up the ammunition and looked at it: "...There is no organization in the dark world, and there is a tradition of using this ammunition. It is like a special kind of drug powder."

"It seems that some people don't want to live a quiet life anymore." The red tea girl trembled slightly when she picked up the black tea cup and brought it to her mouth, and let out a muffled snort.

Suppressing her sharp headache, she placed the teacup on the marble carved handrail of the balcony with trembling hands, and unconsciously pinched a bronze metal flower basket beside her with the palm of her white lace glove.

"stretch--"

The place where the metal flower basket was held in the middle was twisted and cracked, and the original welding cracks were exposed under the paint surface.

"Your Highness?" The old butler in the tuxedo supported her worriedly: "Do you want to invite the doctor?"

"No..." After a long while, the red tea girl let out a sigh of relief, the sweat on her forehead wet her hair, she shook her head: "It's okay."

"With all due respect, you shouldn't have used that kind of power just now."

"...Isabella is here, I can't let her be in danger." The red tea girl looked at her palm: "And there is some power, pure awe is useless, only when it is completely controlled can it be correct. look at it."

"But that's too much of a burden on your body!" The old butler in tuxedo frowned and said, "Your Highness, you used it for 60 years in your last life, and you still haven't fully controlled it!"

"Okay, don't talk about it anymore." The red tea girl waved her hand: "I have said many times, she is her, I am me, there is no reincarnation...Your words always make me feel like I am already 80 Like an old lady."

"...Your Highness, there is no need to master this kind of power now. Technology is developing very fast." The old butler in the tuxedo thought for a while, and said softly: "And this kind of power is too heavy on the body. If it is not possible, I suggest waiting until The lab side draws reliable conclusions and uses it."

"I don't want to be like this either." The red tea girl felt the special power in her body with some doubts, and said softly: "For so many years, it has been very quiet, but in the past few months it suddenly... I don't know why To describe that feeling, it's like there's some kind of anger coming out of me...it wants me to do something."

"Your Highness, it may be that you are under too much psychological pressure." The old butler in the tuxedo persuaded seriously: "I will arrange a psychiatrist for you, maybe they can give you some professional advice."

"No, that's not the case." The red tea girl shook her head: "It has nothing to do with psychological pressure. Apart from anger, that feeling is more of jealousy... Forget it, don't talk about this topic again—what happened just now? ?”

"Some uninvited guests broke in from the south side of the manor, but they have all been resolved."

"So, who made it?" The tea girl rubbed the carved decoration on the railing: "The Rosicrucian? Or the Gate of Truth? It can't be the guy who sells information in the black book, right?"

"...From the current point of view, it should be the Holy Cross." The old butler in the tuxedo whispered: "Or, it is called the Broken Cross."

"Perhaps I shouldn't have pushed them to destroy the Holy Cross, so that everyone can have a few years of hypocritical and peaceful life." The red tea girl sighed, somewhat desolate: "But now except for the Ninth Son who surrendered to the Ninth Bureau of the Republic Other than that, the Holy Cross... no, who else is there in the Broken Cross?"

"For now, it's a doctor named Xingbu Ji who inherited the inheritance of the third son Des Moines and went to the Las Vegas area of ​​America." The old butler in the tuxedo bowed slightly: "Before zero The news came back that they were ambushed by Dr. Ji from the Ministry of Punishment, but they managed to escape."

"Xingbu Ji... I have no impression of this person."

"She was originally a researcher of the Japanese branch of the Holy Cross, but for some reason, she became the leader of the Broken Cross after the death of Des Moines."

The old butler in the tuxedo recalled: "Before we prevented Des Moines from activating the dead hand system, someone seemed to interrupt his operation. Although this helped us escape, it also made us lose the time to track down the system." As for the clues of the movement of the Holy Cross, it seems that he had indeed successfully transferred some of the materials and personnel to North America at that time."

The so-called dead hand system refers to the automated counterattack system established by some nuclear powers in the middle and late stages of the Cold War, which can also be called nuclear bundling.

Even if the high level of the country is destroyed by the precise strike beheading operation, the originally planned dead hand system can automatically counterattack and deliver nuclear weapons to the pre-set targets. During the Cold War period, when there were no long-range intercontinental missiles, Millikin even deployed bomb-laden B-7 strategic bombers cruising in the sky 24X52 hours a day, just for the sake of air strategic The bomber can directly turn around and fly to the opponent's home to retaliate.

For this reason, there have been several accidents, that is, the accidental loss of the Millikin nuclear weapon. This kind of lost nuclear weapon is called "Broken Arrow", and some of them have not been found until now—because they are often lost in the up the sea.

At the time of the Atlanta Games, Warsaw Bay, where sailing was held, was the location of a 47728 hydrogen bomb broken arrow that Millican had been thinking about.

With an equivalent of 360 million tons, compared to the 1.3-ton little boy in Hiroshima, it is so big that I don’t know where it went...

Millican speculated that the broken arrow might have fallen into the mud more than ten meters deep, and determined a rough range, but they have not been able to find and salvage it so far.

The subsequent development of intercontinental missiles and the emergence of the big black fish changed the behavior of cruising in the sky with live ammunition during the Cold War, and turned into the famous nuclear suitcase and dead hand system.

The Pacific bases of Holy Cross have deployed M-51, so there is no reason to be indifferent at home - in fact, before Des Moines was forced to leave the Europa region, he had already tried to activate the dead hand system, but there was a certain A mysterious organization or individual stopped it.

After that, Des Moines planned the Poseidon disaster, an attempt to re-establish Holy Cross in the Asia-Pacific region.

The subsequent development of things is even more dizzying for the onlookers, from the Poseidon to the abrupt Gao Tianyuan against the Gate of Reality, and then to the Mutiny of the Rising Sun Empire.

Until it was all resolved in an instant... As a viewer, the Tea Girl felt deeply sad for Des Moines.

——He was like the villain in a novel who tried his best to find a way out, but unfortunately met the protagonist who claimed to be righteous.

"Broken Cross... Broken Cross..." The red tea girl understood what the old housekeeper in the tuxedo meant. Although there was no evidence to prove that they did it, since the other party planned to target her own people and even used fishing methods to ambush them, it was very easy. Obviously, he has been eyeing himself for a long time.

"Maybe there is something wrong with my strategy during this time." The red tea girl said this, somewhat tired: "It's not a good idea to be a bystander, but I just want to maintain the balance of power in the dark world. Only by maintaining a balance in this way can we let Everyone has been around for a long time - Holy Cross crossed the line in the first place, so they shouldn't exist anymore, just why did things go the way they are now?"

"Times are changing, Your Highness, and it's not your fault."