I Became A Hidden Powerhouse Of The British Empire [EN]: Chapter 537

Victoria Amelia Rockefeller had often heard that she was unique since she was young.

Born into a family with one of the most abundant fortunes in the United States, she never experienced material hardship.

However, even as a young child just entering elementary school, she felt a sense of emptiness.

She wanted to do something, but she didn’t know what it was.

Some relatives even suggested taking her to the hospital, saying, “What are we going to do if a young child is already so melancholic?”

Her parents were also worried, so they took their daughter to the hospital and had her consult with renowned child psychology experts.

But of course, there was nothing wrong, and the psychologists unanimously confirmed that Amelia’s inner self was perfectly healthy.

“However… your daughter is definitely more mature than her peers. She seems closer to a high schooler than a lower elementary student.”

“So, she’s just a little precocious?”

“Yes. So, you don’t have to worry too much.”

Living with that inexplicable emptiness, her tenth birthday arrived.

Amelia suffered from an inexplicable high fever.

Stories that her life might be in danger were heard sporadically from outside the hospital room.

She thought she was going crazy.

Strange scenes kept passing through her head, and strange names and faces came to mind.

She was scared that she might become like the possessed people in horror movies.

However, her condition improved remarkably a few days later, and Amelia’s life changed completely from then on.

She could see more and go further.

People around her commented that she seemed much more mature after being seriously ill and recovering.

Even when she acted without consciously trying, people showered her with praise, saying she was aristocratic and that the daughter of a great family was different.

The reason she delved into things that had nothing to do with her family’s affairs was because she didn’t want to hear those words.

Why was she an AI developer?

For some reason, she just wanted to research and develop something new that would appear in the future.

It may have been because she was strongly influenced by someone who was always ahead of the times.

“Amelia, have you ever thought about going into politics? If it’s you, you could get elected as a member of the House of Representatives with just a little experience. If we push you a little more, you could even become a Senator, and eventually… the White House…”

“I’m sorry, Father, but I don’t really want to go into politics.”

“Why not? The teachers who have seen you consistently from middle school to high school have said that you were always the center of the school.”

“That’s not because I wanted to be.”

“That’s a natural talent. Even as your parent, I can see that you have something that makes others look up to you. The best way to make the most of that is obviously politics. If you were to enter politics, the family would be happy to help, but I don’t understand why you won’t even try.”

In fact, the Rockefeller family would welcome the only daughter of a branch family becoming a prominent politician.

However, she didn’t want to do anything related to politics.

The desire to live as just Amelia, rather than politician Amelia, was much greater.

Fortunately, whether it was thanks to her efforts since she was young or thanks to her family’s wealth, her business achieved results beyond imagination.

Her family, which was only a branch of the Rockefeller family, had now become a central axis that could not be dispensed with in the James Killian Group.

There were rumors that she would have much more wealth than the main family in just a few years.

As she entered the core business division of the James Killian Group, becoming close to the British Imperial Family was only a matter of time.

As she gained wealth, fame, and power, the courtship that had been pouring in before almost doubled.

At first, she kept refusing, but it was stressful to keep resisting because not only her parents but also her entire family and group people were interfering.

Eventually, Amelia changed her approach to not refusing introductions. Instead, the dates were always the same.

The meeting place was the Killian Museum, her favorite place in the British Empire and always visited whenever she went to London.

Of course, the men who met her tried their best to show how much they respected Killian and wanted to be like him.

“I want to emulate Killian His Majesty’s abilities. Looking at the history of the world, there is no one as capable as him…”

“Ah, I see.”

“I respect Killian His Majesty’s kindness. Wasn’t he a famous devoted husband? I’m also a family-oriented person…”

“Ah, yes. I like family-oriented people too.”

“I am Killian His Majesty’s…”

Everyone gives similar answers.

Perhaps it’s because they are so well-known that everyone is showing such an obvious reaction.

Frankly, she didn’t think the reason she always came here was rational at all.

She couldn’t meet anyone by coming here, and she could only find traces of the distant past, so why was she lingering here?

Isn’t it the way of thinking of a rational and reasonable person to forget the past and look to the future?

When I go back, I will no longer dwell in the past but move towards the future.

Thinking that way, when she returned to London, she went to the same place as if she were on a treadmill.

“Amelia, you’re here again today? Are you meeting someone else here?”

“Yes. I’m meeting the vice president of AL Group next week.”

“You’re really unique. There are so many places with a good atmosphere and delicious food in London. Even the British Imperial Family doesn’t love this museum as much as you do.”

“I think so too.”

As with many museums and galleries in the British Empire, the Killian Museum is also operated free of charge.

Of course, it was thanks to the donations pouring in from all directions, and Amelia was by far one of the biggest contributors among these donors.

So much so that there was even talk within the museum of creating a title for her.

“Isn’t the vice president of AL Group the biggest figure you’ve met so far? Try to do well this time.”

“Haa… I want to, but…”

I don’t know. I’m not even sure what I want to do, so how can I get along with someone?

I think it would be okay to live alone like this until I die, so why do I have to meet a man?

The world calls me a genius developer and an excellent manager with intelligence and leadership, but that’s only because they don’t know anything about me.

The inexplicable emptiness that I had since I was a child has not diminished since I became fully aware of everything, but has grown uncontrollably.

I wish I had remembered it after my personality was completely formed.

It was inevitable that this would happen because a ten-year-old child, who was still too young, knew too much.

It was not a happy life to fully settle into the present life, nor was it a happy life to live embracing only the past.

The day I met the vice president of AL Group was the same.

Looking at it this way, I may seem like a person with a lot of regrets about the past, but I’m not really like that.

No matter how clearly you take a picture with a film, it fades over time, and memories also weather in the flow of time.

The faces of the people I loved so much are now only remembered as portraits or old black and white photos.

However, only one person. Even after so many years, only one person’s face is clearly remembered in my head.

-Why do I keep coming here? That’s probably…

Amelia slowly narrowed the distance with him, watching the young man, who looked exactly like the photo she had received in advance, and someone who seemed to resemble that face in her memory, looking around the museum.

-It must be because I’m afraid of forgetting that face in my memory.

* * *

“……”

Mistake. Not just a mistake, but a big mistake.

I can’t believe someone like me would do something so reckless.

I ended up having dinner together, but what should I talk about now?

Continue the story from the museum earlier… no, isn’t it too much to repeat the same story over and over again?

I was just going to have a cup of coffee, but what got into me that I asked to have dinner?

Is it because I look too embarrassed?

“Um, you don’t have to try so hard to accommodate me. I’m sorry to say this, but I only came out because my family was urging me so much.”

“Ah, I’m the same. This time, especially, His Majesty Edward IX is involved…”

“It’s a matter of many people’s face, so it’s a bit much to end it after meeting once or twice. How about we just be friends who have tea or coffee together and talk occasionally in the future?”

“That’s good. I think that would be more comfortable for both of us.”

I was worried that I might have been flirting, but looking at the other person’s reaction, it seems like they weren’t interested in me from the beginning.

That’s a bit complicated, but it’s better than getting caught up in unnecessary gossip.

While enjoying the meal with a sense of relief, I talked about various topics, and before I knew it, only dessert was left.

I haven’t had a conversation with someone who communicates so well like this, so could we really remain good friends?

It doesn’t seem like this is just my delusion, and she seemed more comfortable than before.

“What are your hobbies usually? Besides museums.”

“Um… I do a lot of things. I watch movies, see performances, and do various things. But I like classical performances, ballet, and opera the most.”

This person enjoys hobbies that are more classical than I imagined.

Anyone who sees it would think I’m a 19th century person.

“What a coincidence. Actually, I do too.”

“Besides that, I also do card magic for fun.”

“Card magic? This isn’t forced, but I’m also good at card magic, so I think it’s amazing at this point.”

“Really? It’s definitely good for ice breaking with people you meet for the first time.”

She seemed a little excited and took out a card from her bag and spread it out on the clean table.

“If you look here, there are words written on the cards, right? After mixing these cards, I have the other person pick what they want.”

Uh? This magic is definitely…

“But no matter what the other person picks, the sentence I prepared in advance is completed. When they pick a sentence that suits them perfectly like this, they are not only amazed but also feel good.”

“That’s a very good method. It would be even more effective if you had several people sit down and pick different sentences.”

“Right? That’s also a method I often use. If you’re interested, would you like me to do it for the vice president?”

“Yes. That sounds fun.”

I don’t think so. I don’t think so, but I couldn’t help but nod as if I was possessed by something again.

And I said to her, who was mixing the cards as if someone had ordered her to do so.

“There’s a sentence that I especially like, can you make sure that it comes out?”

“Of course. What do you want me to make it come out?”

Even though more than half a century has passed, the memory of that time is still vivid as if it were yesterday.

The tension of the first meeting and the sense of accomplishment that I succeeded in the plan without making a mistake.

Even if this life ends and the next life begins, that moment will never be forgotten.

“[Patience to wait for one’s time to come] is the sentence I value most.”

“Ah, yes. One’s time to… yes?”