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Chapter 51 Her Majesty the Queen

Sunlight fell through a narrow window into the room and was reflected as dark red stripes on the wall.

There were only a few places within the Kingdom where you could still see the sun, and the Port of Clear Water was one of them. In this place, the Months of the Demons, with its cold wind and strong snowfall, only had a tiny bit of influence. With the exception that the Blacksail-Fleet couldn't leave the harbor, the entire city was still as busy as usual.

The city governor and harbor master Garcia Wimbledon was sitting at her square table under the window, seriously studying the contents of a letter. Her gray hair was caught in the sunset and had a golden touch. Her face produced shadows from the light, adding definition to her facial features and , giving her a unique charm full of heroic spirit.

Ryan had been standing by her side for quite a while.

Although she had already exceeded her usual time for reading a letter of this length, he still chose to wait quietly for a little longer - he didn't want to interrupt the silence.

Eventually, Garcia sighed softly, put the letter down, and then told him, "My father is dead."

Hearing this, Ryan was startled, and he had to ask, "What?"

"My father, Ali Wimbledon, King of Graycastle."

She rarely repeated anything she said, he thought, because when he usually asked her again, she would merely look at him like he hadn't said anything. However, she really wasn't kidding, right? The king is really dead?

"..." Ryan opened his mouth, trying to say some comforting words, but in the end he just asked, "How did he die?"

Fortunately, she didn't care about this – she was the daughter of the King, the Governor of the Port of Clear Water, and the Commander of the Blacksail Fleet, she didn't need anyone to comfort her, "The letter says that my brother Gerald killed my father, but he was caught by the guards. He didn't commit suicide to escape punishment, so in the end he was put to trial by several ministers, there he was sentenced to death by beheading."

"That doesn't sound right," Ryan subconsciously couldn't believe it.

"Of course that isn't the truth," said Garcia, expressionless, "It's true that my first brother is a relatively stupid man, but he isn't so foolish to go on a suicide mission. If no one led him in that direction, he would never do such a thing."

"Someone framed him?" asked Ryan.

"Let me guess ..." The 3rd Princess closed her eyes and thought for a moment before she answered, "Someone probably put this detailed plan in order, and tempted Gerald by saying that they would help him – bringing people into my father's courtyard. This must have been arranged by someone in advance, including the eradication, exchange and bribing of the guards. But those aren't areas where Gerald has his strong points, since he is just too lazy to arrange something like this. The rest would be simple, it was only important to acquire a person who had Gerald's trust, but would still betray him in the end."

Ryan could add nothing. After all, these were only guesses. What truly happened was not important, the important part was only the result. He believed that this was also the thought of the 3rd Princess.

Sure enough, Garcia opened her eyes and continued, "I am 90% sure that it wasn't the 1st Prince, he was a person who only knew brute force. His brain is one big muscle so it was regular that he was fooled. Only ... "when saying this, her voice had some spunk," my 2nd brother would be this cruel. "

"You mean Timothy Wimbledon was the true culprit?"

"Apart from him, who else would know so much about Gerald? Also after this matter, he is the person with the greatest gains." while speaking, Garcia was unconsciously tapping her finger on the table, "Even a blind person can see this! But he was father's favorite, so he really didn't need to do this!"