I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 583 There Are No Good People Anymore (Posted now, not finished yet, will be added later)

"Mom, tea." A bald, middle-aged white man in a gray coat squeezed through the crowd, carrying two steaming paper cups, and handed one of them to his mother, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Thank you, dear." Margaret, who looked to be in her sixties or seventies, took the paper cup with tears in her eyes, holding it with both hands and feeling the warmth of the hot tea.

The weather in London was exceptionally gloomy. Even at 2 p.m., there was not a ray of sunshine in the sky. The temperature was only around zero degrees Celsius, but it was damp and cold, making people feel very uncomfortable.

Visibility was only four ounces, and the whole of London seemed to be shrouded in a gray veil.

"Reggie, look, why isn't it moving up there? Has public viewing stopped?"

Margaret took a sip of hot black tea and looked at the endless crowd ahead with some concern.

Bald Reggie, who is a good 1.9 meters tall, looked up at the distance, then at his phone, and shook his head: "No, Mom, it's just that there are too many people coming to pay their respects. I heard that the line has now stretched all the way to Southwark Park."

"God bless the Queen."

Old Lady Margaret's eyes reddened again, but her face showed great relief and emotion: "This is what His Majesty deserves."

Starting from the south bank of the Albert River, a long, serpentine procession snaked along, its lights illuminated by countless flashlights and candles, resembling a slowly flowing ribbon of light in the dim sunlight.

People moved forward silently, their footsteps clattering, but there was no commotion.

The procession moved along the riverbank, passing the iconic London Eye and the cold concrete facade of the National Theatre, around the somewhat somber glass facade of the Tate Modern, and across bridge after bridge: Westminster Bridge, Waterloo Bridge, and Blackfriars Bridge…

The group included elderly people, young people, and even mothers holding children.

Volunteers wearing thick winter coats and yellow reflective vests stood out as they distributed hot drinks and small, bright silver heat-reflective blankets (made of aluminum foil plastic) in the long line.

The procession stretched all the way to Southwark Park, sixteen kilometers away, stopping along the way at hundreds of makeshift toilets, first-aid stations, and water fountains...

These people had only one destination—Westminster Hall in the Parliament Building.

The coffin was placed on a high platform, draped with royal flags, and guarded by the royal guards at all four corners.

At this time, Westminster Hall will be open to the public, allowing people to enter, line up to walk in front of the coffin, pay their respects, bow, or observe a moment of silence.

When the monarch, queen, and a very few other important national figures of Angolan pass away, their bodies are laid in state in Westminster Hall for several days for public viewing.

This included the legendary Prime Minister Winston Churchill, whose line stretched for three kilometers and took four hours to enter Westminster Hall in order to pay his respects.

The procession to see the Queen one last time stretched for nearly 20 kilometers!

The crowd, stretching for over twenty kilometers, was like a living river, shimmering with the colors of paper flowers and national flags during the day, and glowing with the faint light of flashlights, candles, and cell phone screens at night.

Some people sat quietly in folding chairs with the elderly, while others pushed strollers wrapped tightly in blankets in the cold wind.

Hot tea and light blankets were passed from volunteers wearing fluorescent vests, and nods and whispered "God bless the Queen" became the most tacit code.

No one complained, even though they knew that it could take a full day and night to get from here to the Parliament House, or they might not even get a turn before the viewing was closed and the body moved to Westminster Abbey.

Even Anglo-Saxons who don't usually pay attention to the royal family—well, specifically white people—feel a pang of sorrow when they see crowds queuing in the streets and the chimes of bells floating in the sky.

Even the streets were much quieter and more solemn than usual.

Margaret and her son walked slowly, following the flow of people, and waited in line for more than three hours before finally entering Westminster Palace and the Westminster Hall where the body lay in state after passing through the security checkpoint at Victoria Tower Park.

Inside Westminster Hall of Parliament, although it was stipulated that mourners could only bow their heads in silence and were not allowed to linger, many mourners still walked up to the coffin, their eyes filled with tears, made the sign of the cross, and clasped their hands tightly to pray for the Queen.

The atmosphere inside the hall was extremely heavy, with sobs rising and falling throughout.

Margaret was no exception; sitting in her wheelchair, tears streaming down her face, she clung to the railing, refusing to let go.

Reggie, standing behind her, also wiped away a few tears, looking somewhat sad.

Under the hushed warnings of the surrounding security guards, Margaret reluctantly let go of the railing, and her son Reggie pushed her out of the north door of Westminster Hall toward the exit of Parliament Street.

Stepping out of Westminster Hall, many people immediately relaxed, and the surroundings became much quieter. Many people who hadn't spoken much for hours started to chat.

"It is said that His Majesty was angered to death by William."

Behind Reggie, several middle-aged women wearing ladies' hats whispered gossip: "OMG, Kardashian, I still can't believe it's true."

“Me too, how could William… sigh… I always thought he would be a good king…”

"What's so surprising? Charles was the same before, and Camilla can't be any better, can she?"

“Shut up! Her Majesty the Queen has done nothing to disgrace the monarchy, but William is with the Kardashians… that’s the Kardashians! I don’t even want to say that filthy name!”

"Poor Kate, has he forgotten his mother? How can he bear to let Princess Kate suffer the same predicament?"

"If this is true, I strongly oppose William becoming crown prince..."

"On another note, Harry has matured a lot recently, so perhaps it would be more beneficial for the royal family if he became the first in line to the throne..."

"Impossible. Even if William renounced his right to the throne, Prince George would still be the one to succeed him according to the order of succession."

“Of course I know, but George is still a minor. If William and Kate agree to let George give up…”

"Please, this is a political bill. If William waives it, George will succeed him in line to the throne, and the regent will rule until he turns 18..."

"It doesn't matter who succeeds to the throne, Edward II, IV, Henry VIII, Charles II, James II, Edward VII, VIII... until our great King Charles III, I even suspect it's the destiny of this family..."

……

Several middle-aged women gossiped in hushed tones, while the men around them, though silent, shook their heads slightly, clearly displeased with William.

Hearing the whispers behind her, Margaret's face darkened with anger, her two tattooed light brown eyebrows stood up, and her long-lost face twitched incessantly.

"These are all shameless rumors from unscrupulous tabloids! I will not allow you to slander the Queen's rightful heir like this!"

Margaret turned around, shouted angrily, and the veins on her hands, gripping the armrests of the wheelchair, bulged.

Behind them, several middle-aged women, who were gossiping enthusiastically, looked at each other awkwardly, glancing up at the sky.

Reggie was also a little embarrassed. Influenced by his family, although he was also a member of the royal faction, he was not as extreme as his mother. After giving the women an apologetic look, he pushed his mother forward.

Margaret was clearly still angry. After being pushed forward by her son for more than ten meters, she continued to mutter something to herself.

Suddenly, she heard a sharp whistle coming from ahead, followed by a commotion, and her son stopped pushing the wheelchair.

"It looks like the royal guard."

The bald Reggie, who was 1.9 meters tall, stood on tiptoe to take a look. He saw the heavy doors of St. Stephen's Hall open and several soldiers in Royal Guard uniforms escorting an elderly man wearing a black veil as he walked out of the hall.

Prince Charles.

No, he should now be called His Majesty King Charles III.

Why does the king look so bad? He's not dignified at all, and he even pushed away the steward who tried to help him up. He has absolutely no manners of a ruler.

Following closely behind Charles as he walked out of the hall was Harry, with his red hair and freckled face.

Prince Harry frowned, but his demeanor remained quite composed.

Behind Harry was a woman in her sixties wearing a black veil who looked very much like the recently deceased Queen.

Huh? The King's sister, the Queen's eldest daughter, Princess Anne?
She looked unwell, but that's understandable given her mother's passing.

Then, Archbishop Welby of Canterbury, Prime Minister Theresa May, Privy Councilor Liddington, cabinet ministers, and others filed out.

Everyone looked extremely grim. The Royal Guard formed a human wall to block the mourners. Charles, facing the condolences of the onlookers, remained somber and did not even wave in response. He climbed into the carriage after the attendant opened the door.

Harry and Kate walked last.

Kate kept her head slightly lowered, a black veil hanging from the brim of her hat, her face expressionless, while Harry walked a little behind Kate with a furrowed brow, glancing left and right every now and then.

Where's William? Why isn't William here?

Could the rumors be true?!

Is William really going to be forced to give up his right of succession?

The armored car carrying the royal flag that Charles was riding in slowly drove away, and only then did the others walk down the steps.

The ground was a bit slippery, and Kate, with her tense expression, was clearly distracted. Coupled with the high heels on her feet, she accidentally stepped into the air, stumbled, and fell backward.

Harry, who was half a step behind her, reacted quickly and grabbed Kate's arm.

The mourners in the distance gasped in surprise, then breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Kate being helped up by Harry.

Immediately afterwards, many people felt sympathy for Kate.

Kate and William's marriage was the most high-profile royal wedding in nearly fifty years, even more so than the wedding of her mother-in-law Diana and Charles.

After all, Diana wasn't very well-known when she married Charles; at most, she was considered pretty and cute.

After marrying into the royal family for many years, Diana's popularity only increased as she became more and more visible in public affairs.

When Kate married William, most people transferred their feelings for Diana onto Kate.

Seeing Kate's distracted state, coupled with recent news, many people felt sympathy for her, as if witnessing another cycle of Diana's fate.

Reggie was initially quite emotional as well. His family were staunch supporters of the royal family, and their ancestors had been knights known as Sirs, belonging to the mainstream Anglo-Saxon order. Naturally, they felt very sorry about William and Kate's divorce.

But then he noticed that Harry and Kate's posture and expressions looked completely off.

Harry, in particular, seemed to be looking at Kate with a rather... intense gaze.

Reggie couldn't help but recall a topic that had been sensationalized in The Sun and the Daily Mail a few years ago.

Does Harry really have inappropriate feelings for Kate?
Looking at Kate, she didn't seem as generous as usual; instead, she appeared somewhat awkward and deliberately trying to avoid suspicion.

Probably not, probably not.

Surely there can't be no good people in the royal family, right?

Reggie held up his hand and made the sign of the cross.

After the group of top Anglo figures left, the Royal Guards and Westminster Palace security personnel removed the human wall, allowing the flow of mourners to continue.

Reggie pushed Margaret forward for a full half hour before they finally left the Capitol and arrived at Parliament Street.

Because of the dense crowds, traffic control had been implemented in the vicinity. Fortunately, the royal family arranged free buses to disperse the crowds. Reggie finally managed to squeeze onto the bus with his mother's wheelchair and breathed a sigh of relief.

Once the bus was full, it slowly started moving. Through the window, Reggie's gaze wandered aimlessly over the crowds on the street and the series of landmark buildings near Westminster Palace.

These buildings are centuries old, representing the glory of the Great Anglo-Saxon Empire, and the Queen is the last ray of light in that glory.

Now that the Queen is gone, what will happen to Great Anglo-Saxon?
Hey~
Looking at Kensington Palace as they passed by, Reggie sighed, turned his head, and was about to ask his mother if she needed water when his peripheral vision inadvertently swept across the second floor of Kensington Palace and, through a window, he seemed to see a man and a woman kissing.

? ? ? ?
Reggie's heart skipped a beat. He rubbed his eyes, but before he could see clearly, the curtains were drawn shut.

The couple inside seem to be...

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
“No, Harry, we can’t do this,” Kate said, raising her head and speaking in a suppressed voice.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” Harry remained unmoved, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Finally! This day has finally arrived!
He did indeed have feelings for Kate that he shouldn't have, but these feelings weren't love; rather, they were possessiveness based on inferiority and a need for compensation.

Family dynamics research shows that in families with a significant gap between the eldest and second sons, the second son is more likely to seek a sense of existence through "emotional competition."

This emotional competition often involves attempting to take away certain symbols from the other person, such as status, lover, or parental attention.

During Kate and William's first date, he couldn't help but develop certain fantasies about Kate.

But Kate never gave him any wrong signals; to be precise, he even felt that Kate looked down on him a little.

Why?
Why?
Is it because I'm William's backup plan?
Despite his intense jealousy, he had to suppress his feelings and play the role of a supportive younger brother in front of everyone.

After the charity cricket match that day, he suddenly noticed that Kate's attitude towards him seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

This change is hard to explain, but it has definitely happened.

An ambiguous feeling, unique to adult men and women, flowed between the two.

However, firstly, he wasn't bold enough to take the initiative to make advances, and secondly, he really couldn't find a good opportunity, so the two of them never broke the ice.

But who would have thought that William and Kardashian would be involved in a scandal!

And William was placed under house arrest!
Kate was furious when she heard the news.

She could turn a blind eye to William and Rose Hanbury's affair with William, but Kardashian couldn't!

Rose Hanbury herself came from high society. For such a mistress to rise to power, she would have to take the initiative to file for divorce, just like her mother-in-law whom she had never met before.

Otherwise, someone like William, who places great importance on the royal reputation, would never have given up on his marriage to her.

But Kardashian?

Do you want me to become a laughing stock in the world?

William's association with Rose Hanbury only damaged his personal reputation.

But if he gets involved with Kardashian, he'll ruin her too!
It was at this moment that Harry appeared, ostensibly to comfort his sister-in-law.

Although she knew she shouldn't get involved with him, she simply couldn't refuse his advances.

Moreover, this gave her a sense of pleasure in taking revenge on William.

At today's royal meeting, William showed no remorse for his mistakes in front of her, nor did he respond to the joint request from the royal family, the church, the cabinet, and the Privy Council to prohibit him from contacting Kardashian!
This is a complete humiliation to her!

“William is finished, Kate.” Harry pinned Kate against the wall. In his dazed state, he even forgot that this was not a bedroom facing the inner courtyard with privacy glass, but a reception room facing the street with single-pane glass to preserve its historical character.

"It's no use if William doesn't agree to give up his place in the line of succession; the royal family has plenty of ways to force him to agree."

Harry's eyes were bloodshot with excitement: "He gave up first in line to the throne. After His Majesty dies, George will be the successor. If George is under eighteen when he ascends the throne, then I will be the regent."

"For George's sake, for the sake of England, I think we should maintain a more friendly relationship. What do you think, sister-in-law?"

Haridorgun was in high spirits, so inflated he was about to burst.

"Let me go! No...not here!" Kate still managed to maintain a sliver of rationality, panting as she pushed Harry away and glanced out the window.

Harry flicked the curtains shut with a backhand swipe.

None of them noticed that on the sightseeing path more than 500 meters away, a Canon EF 800mm telephoto lens was sticking out of the window of an ordinary Volkswagen car, frantically flashing its shutter.

(End of this chapter)