[The Chronicles of Narnia] Sin

Edith seldom appeared in the front yard of the castle since she officially worked in the Intelligence Bureau.The base and training ground of the Intelligence Bureau are located in the southeast corner of Cair Paravel, and they can enter and exit through the small gate behind the city wall, without saying hello to the royal foreign guests who live in the front hall.

So she hasn't seen Lucy for more than a month.She's the most energetic, upbeat girl she's ever met, never seems to tire, never runs out of fun new ideas, and her time with her always seems fleeting.

In the autumn at the end of November, there was already a bit of winter chill. It was at this time that Edith decided to sneak to the front hall of Cair Paravel to find her.

The weather has been weird and unpredictable recently, and just as she pulled up her cloak and walked to the atrium garden, sporadic autumn rain fell from the sky in a hurry.

She didn't bring an umbrella, but she didn't want to go back to the Intelligence Bureau to get it, so she ran all the way into the inner palace, planning to go through the side corridor to the bedroom of the Queen of Valor.

"It's okay, we can share an umbrella..." She heard the voice of a strange woman faintly coming from the garden in the front hall of the castle.

Following the sound a little closer, Edith saw that the person walking with her in the rain was the Justice King in royal finery.

"No need, princess, take care of yourself, I can get in the rain." The Justice King evaded in a low voice.

"In a short while, we can enter the palace right away—there is no reason for the king to be exposed to the rain!" The woman who spoke was snow-skinned and beautiful, with long black hair and a light figure, and her words and deeds were also from the royal family.

Edith just covered her cloak and watched from the corridor in the distance. The two finally shared an umbrella and headed towards the south hall where the tea party was usually held.

They looked so good together... Edith had somehow come up with the idea.

I am indeed not as elegant and good-looking as that princess... She said silently in her heart, but I can accompany Edmund to practice swordsmanship and horseback riding, and to go on missions.

No, all this has nothing to do with me.She patted her bewildered head, trying to completely clear those strange and ridiculous thoughts from her mind just now.

I have come to serve Narnia.If you wanted to go back to the old world and continue to be happy as a pirate, you'd have to work hard in Narnia and pay off your sins, she told herself.What kind of king, what kind of princess, they are all troublesome ghosts calling and shouting at him - including the damned just king, he is no different.

The person who poured cold water on me and called me a fool is not worthy of that peerless beauty just now... Thinking of this, she pulled up her hood angrily and continued to look for Lucy.

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"Really, Princess Sharon has a lot of love for Edmund?" In Lucy's bedroom, the two girls chatted about the gossip they were most concerned about.

"It seems that..." said Lucy mysteriously, "she's been asking Edmund to dinner for a week, though my hapless brother who doesn't understand the style has declined it four or five times in all."

"I think Peter's age seems to be more suitable for her." Edith analyzed.

"Everyone thinks so," said Lucy, "but Sharon has her own ideas—maybe she's just a rebellious little brother who likes to have a bad face."

"Then her taste is really unique..." Edith suppressed a smile and complained.

"Actually, Edmund isn't that bad in front of outsiders!" After thinking for a while, she said honestly, "When I first met him, he seemed quite serious and reliable."

"But then things took a turn for the worse—" Lucy added in good time.

"That's right." Edith wanted to pour out all the bitterness that has been squeezed recently, "He arranged our duty schedule at will, and threatened us with wages every now and then, forcing us to go to training!"

"That's his nature," Lucy nodded empathetically, "bullying the weak, being arrogant, and being outspoken..."

The two of you said something to each other, which turned the girl's intimate lying talk into a fair king's criticism/fighting meeting.Edith's desire to confide was satisfied, and she began to care about Sharon again.

"Although I probably shouldn't ask this question in my capacity... How is Princess Xuelun? Are you willing to have such a future emperor's wife?"

"Oh... let's not." The Queen of Bravery shook her head slightly. "She doesn't seem to have any major flaws. She knows etiquette and conversation, but her political sense is a little bit weak. But I always feel that she is very distant from everyone. even to Edmund, whom she liked very much."

Edith thinks this is understandable: "Maybe her personality is like this. Coupled with the big changes not long ago, it's normal to be defensive about people."

"Maybe..." Lucy thought for a while, and then said, "But I still think she is wearing a mask. If she is really insecure like you said, she shouldn't like Edmund so much .Peter is much more stable than him, and he treats people more gently, and looks more like a generous and honest gentleman."

"You mean the King of Justice is a despicable villain?" Edith looked at the girl with a smirk.

"Hahahaha this evaluation is what you said!"

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Christmas is coming.It is one of the grandest celebrations in the Kingdom of Narnia every year, and it is also the most troublesome and busy time for the gentle Queen Susan every year.

All matters related to the castle celebration, from invitations for foreign guests, determination of dinner dishes, to dance repertoire and band preparations, and the style of hall decorations, all kinds of things, big or small, need to be finalized by the Queen herself to ensure that Everything worked flawlessly.

Mr. Tumnus, the steward of the castle, pushed in and brought the Queen a meter-long list full of alternative dishes: "Here are five sets of plans in total, and you need to choose two of them. One of them is First choice for a dinner party, another as a contingency backup..."

The Faun spoke earnestly and hastily, obviously he also has a lot of troubles to attend to.

"Thank you, Mr. Tumnus, I will choose it as soon as possible." Susan took the folded list into a thick stack and sighed without a trace.

While she was unrolling another volume of drawings of clothing and accessories for the Queen to attend the banquet, Edmund rushed in through the door.

"Help me, Susan!" He showed an exaggerated and distressed expression, "That 'Snowman Princess' is coming to see me again this afternoon, and she wants me to take her to the Western Lamppost Wild Forest—there What's there to visit? It's full of pine trees and mud!"

"I still have a pile of documents waiting for approval, and a lot of military and court matters to deal with...Why is this woman so lingering!"

"'Snowman Princess'?" Susan was amused by this very apt nickname, "Keep your voice down, the door is not closed yet." She reminded.

Edmund quickly closed the door, and continued to howl: "Lucy is not willing to help me - she doesn't like 'Snowman' very much, and she is also busy with celebrations recently. I only have you, mum!"

"It's obvious that she's coming for you." The Queen of Gentleness tilted her head to look at him. "What can I do, can I leave the preparations for this pile of banquets to her?"

"Stop her, invite her to have afternoon tea and do some gardening... In short, let me take a few breaths." The Justice King pulled the stiff neckline of his high-necked shirt, and moved his neck that had been constricted for a long time.

"But this doesn't fundamentally solve the problem." Susan held her chin, "—she likes you, and everyone in the castle can see it."

"But I don't like her!" The Justice King said loudly, "Even if you give me ten Tribinia islands as a dowry, I can't marry an ice sculpture and put it in my house!"

"You can finally understand my feelings, Ed." Susan flicked the thick bright brown curly hair on the side of her face, "I have been courted by various kings and princes who are greedy for marriage benefits since three years ago. You have to learn to say no, and there will be more things like this in the future."

"I'm just a 17-year-old boy," said Edmund despondently. "It's nice to have a legal marriage age in London."

Susan pointed him and said, "Maybe you should learn from Peter. He is often stalked by princesses and ladies, but he can always get away perfectly. As for what happened this afternoon... I will help you block it for now, but I won't make an example."

"Oh, my sweetheart, you are so kind!"

The young man's mood finally lightened up, he blew a kiss to his sister, hummed a little song and walked away contentedly.

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The small gate on the north side of the castle.

"Stop." The guard held a sword and stopped the footsteps of a man in a black hood with a cloth bag on his back.

"I'm here to deliver something to Princess Tribinia. This is the old emblem of the Legordo dynasty." The man in black opened his robe, revealing the medal with the blue trident pattern on his chest.

The two goats guarding the gate looked at each other for a moment, put away their long swords and said, "All right."

High King Peter is leading an envoy from Galmar to the palace of Cair Paravel.

"This is our main meeting room and ballroom, which can accommodate thousands of people at the same time."

"That corridor leads to the direction of the inner hall, where there are rooms for kings, queens, and foreign distinguished guests..."

During the conversation, he vaguely saw a man in black hurriedly flashing in the direction of Princess Sharon's bedroom, and he became suspicious.

"Excuse me..." A strong premonition welled up in his heart, he forced a smile to the envoy, and hurriedly followed the footsteps of the person who had just arrived.

"No—!" A piercing scream came from the princess' bedroom about ten meters ahead.

"Guards!" the Supreme King shouted while drawing out the sword at his waist and rushing in.

He kicked open the locked door, and saw a ray of cold light stabbing towards the unarmed Sharon who retreated to the balcony——

There was the muffled sound of sharp blades piercing through the flesh, and a few drops of red blood fell onto the off-white marble floor.

"Peter!" Sharon leaned on the balcony railing with trembling arms, watching in amazement the Supreme King and the assassin wrestling with each other, bleeding from the sword in his ribs.

The sound of metal colliding with each other coincided with her pounding heartbeat, making her even more nervous and almost paralyzed to the ground.

"Guards!" The Supreme King roared again, with the long blade in his hand bringing up the cold wind, blocking and slashing up and down from left to right.His skillful technique gave him the upper hand in the event of injury, and at the same time, the footsteps of the guards outside the door gradually approached.

"Kneel down!" Peter successfully disarmed the assassin, pointing his long sword at the man in black's gasping throat.After the crisis was temporarily settled, the severe pain of the injury made him gasp.

Dozens of guards broke into the bedroom and surrounded the assassin, and took the blame: "Your Majesty, we are late."

Peter dropped the bloody sword in his hand, and said wearily, "Arrest him and interrogate him severely."

However, just as he finished speaking, the captured assassin suddenly opened his eyes wide and spewed blood from his mouth.

With a residual sneer on his face, his body collapsed.