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CHAPTER 31
Henry VII was quite a fascinating figure.
Europe was embroiled in complex factional struggles, with each country tangled in numerous long and ancient stories, much like a spinning spindle.
The knowledge that Hedy had retained from her previous life was now completely—completely insufficient.
She was like a beginner, trying to understand various situations from different countries through different organizations, and had to rely on her own judgment to determine which rumors were true.
Henry VII had only ascended the throne four years ago. He was also a young and ambitious monarch—at least that's how history would later judge him.
However, the intelligence gathered so far pointed to one thing.
— He was currently the best ally Italy could have, without exception.
During the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, Hedy renamed the intelligence agency under her command, calling it "The Oracle."
This name was somewhat sacrilegious, considering that it was the monarch, not God, who truly led and gave instructions.
On the other hand, this was much like the relationship between the Church and the Parliament.
Reversing things could sometimes be a good thing.
Thanks to Lorenzo, The Oracle had already established extensive networks overseas over the past decade. With continuous financial support, the flow of information and communication had become faster, and they had provided crucial intelligence during many battles.
Soon after Hedy ascended to power, The Oracle sent news claiming they had encountered a British spy in France.
— Although spies wouldn’t openly expose themselves with a visible stamp, those who worked in the same trade always had the sharpest instincts.
In the following months, similar reports came from Spain, Hungary, Scotland, and other countries.
But this was completely contradictory to the public actions of the English King.
Most of the public opinion considered him to be “gentle and benevolent,” “diligent in governance,” and “humble and studious,” much like an evaluation of a harmless lamb.
He was quietly expanding the scope and depth of his intelligence network, controlling the political landscape of Northern Europe, while outwardly maintaining an air of calm and gentleness.
And indifference.
"Last year, at this time, the French army invaded the Brittany Peninsula," Niccolo said slowly. "Many neighboring countries united in a resistance against France, but England didn't react at all."
"Just like us," Leonardo added, spooning another dollop of milk into his tea. "He knows England can't afford to act right now."
Rather than the so-called 'justice' or 'glory,' he needed to defend something more important.
"I heard he struggles with his lineage?" Hedy took the small porcelain cup and sipped. "Is it the same problem as Sforza—both having a usurper’s stain on their family history?"
"Not just that," Leonardo placed the small teapot aside and motioned for Niccolo to try a cup as well. "If we look at bloodlines alone, he's less legitimate than his mother, Lady Margaret."
The young king had spent much of his youth fleeing and hiding, eventually using the War of the Roses as an opportunity for hismother to support him to the throne. It had been a difficult journey.
His bloodline and origins meant he couldn't gain the recognition of certain ancient families. Moreover, his monarchy was increasingly disturbed by the growing power of the parliament, making his crown feel like shackles on a prisoner’s wrists.
This was precisely why it was understandable that he would take the risk of seeking an alliance with the Italian Empire.
A prisoner can't free himself from his chains, but he can seek external help.
