Jinyu stood in front of his floor-to-ground mirror, combing his long hair and his pope white robe.

This robe has been worn for sixteen years since she ascended the throne.

In the past sixteen years, she had never worn any other clothes except this robe.

Of course, so are her ex-popes.

After all, this is a duty that belongs to them, and this clothing belongs only to their glory and their symbol.

Unless they abdicate or die, they will wear this dress for their entire lives.

After taking care of his robe, Jinyu sighed slowly.

This has nothing to do with the pope robe that has been worn for sixteen years.

After all, this robe can be used as a symbol of the pope's identity, so it naturally has its value.

It is forever shrouded by the blessings of the holy light, and will not be contaminated by the dust from the outside world, nor will it make people wearing this dress feel any discomfort.

In other words, this robe has amazing defense and isolation from both physical, magical and other perspectives.

If it were not for the defilement of extreme evil or the blessing of guarding clothes, then the clothes would be pure forever.

It is so pure that even if Jin Yu, who has been wearing this outfit for sixteen years, will not leave any remaining aftertaste on it.

But despite this, she sighed.

And this is not the first time she has sighed in the past few days.

"Your Majesty, do you have any worries?" The beads, which had just recovered from the serious injury, stood beside Jin Yu like a stone statue, and cared for her usual tone.

"Ha." Jin Yu shook his white robe, turned his eyes to the beads in the mirror, and said, "Beads, I'll tell you a story."

Tell a story?

Zhulizi couldn't help but feel a little surprised after hearing this.

His Majesty Jinyu, who was so serious in her impression, was not a person who could be gentle enough to tell stories to others.

But despite this, if Jin Yu did have this intention, she would be very happy.

After all, maybe she might be the only one who can enjoy this honor in this world.

So Beads stood up obediently, nodded, and looked like a listener.

"It's a very cliché story. You can't laugh at me after hearing it." Jin Yu's mouth raised slightly. This time she didn't use the claim of "I" as a king.

It would be better to say that in the impression of beads, she had not used this self-proclaimed for a long time.

Maybe she is indeed tired.

"Why don't you dare to make fun of Your Majesty? You've really said it." Zhuzi lowered his head slightly, maintaining the necessary humility.

"Okay, beads." Jin Yu sighed again, "Don't talk to me in this tone again in the future. Cherish the last days of my time with me. At least, in the last few days of my life, I want to be equal to others."

"So, since your majesty, what you said, I will serve you in this way, because..."

"Enough." Jin Yu shook his head, "It's really enough."

The pope slowly turned his body to the beads, with a hint of less skillful tenderness in his tone, "At least, I hope you can treat me equally."

When the beads heard this, they immediately seemed to be hit by a lightning bolt and instantly stood there.

She was standing like a stone statue, but now she became even more straight.

"I, I understand, Your Majesty."

After staying for a while, the beads recovered.

"Yes." Jin Yu looked at the appearance of the beads, nodded slowly, and then turned his body back.

"Then, let me continue to tell you this story." Jinyu began to pull up her long hair, revealing her snow-white neck.

"By the way, since I want to tell a story, why don't you help me tie my hair?" Jin Yu waved to the person in the mirror and handed the hairpin behind him.

"Ah, ah, okay." As Jin Yu's personal maid, Zhu Zi immediately met, took the hairpin and comb from Jin Yu's hand, and began to pull the hair for Jin Yu.

"Hehe." Jinyu smiled softly, "Thank you."

This is the first thank you from Jin Yu.

The beads' hands holding their hair trembled slightly.

"Then, I can finally start telling." Jinyu looked at the girl who helped her tie her hair in the mirror and began her story.

...

Once upon a time there was an ancient kingdom in which all people live on light.

Light is their bread, their rain and dew, and their air.

If there is no light, then there is nothing.

Therefore, under such conditions, this kingdom will never welcome the night.

Because as long as they see the night, they will die if they lose the light.

Therefore, in order to bring light to the people at night, the king of this kingdom shouldered an important responsibility.

Light up the country.

Of course, before this, we will first talk about the basic settings of the people in this kingdom.

Because they are born from light, these people contain a force called a light source in their bodies. Let us describe the scale of this force as "lumen".

This setting is very important.

Because in this country, the system used by people to elect kings is the lumen system.

As the name suggests, whoever has a higher lumen will become the king.

And those who become kings will shoulder the responsibility of hiding out at night and illuminating the entire kingdom at night, and every generation will do so.

So in this country, becoming a king is not a happy thing.

But at least, it is something that is worth making the people happy.

After all, living is more important than anything else.

But when it comes to this, someone may ask, if the king is responsible for lighting up the night, then who will handle government affairs in this country?

The answer is simple, Queen.

That's right, the king's position in the entire country is equivalent to a spiritual leader, and the queen is the one who truly holds real power.

Therefore, when people elect the king, the criterion for judgment is lumen, and when electing the queen, what they rely on becomes real material.

Of course, the king and queen mentioned here do not represent the division of gender.

In some eras, the king may be a woman, and in other eras, the genders of the two are reversed.

There are even times when kings and queens are both men and women.

After all, not everyone is the same for sexual orientation.

In short, in thousands of years of ever-lit light, this country has been living well, and no one has died because of the extinction of the light in the middle.
Chapter completed!