To be a good prime minister, I first became the leader of a secret religion.

Chapter 33 Fear of Insufficient Firepower

Except for matters involving national secrets and systems, Winston rarely hid his actions from those around him.

His identity dictates that he cannot live in seclusion. If he were to keep all his actions completely secret, not to mention the feasibility, the effort he would expend would not be worthwhile.

Therefore, Eileen, who came to deliver bedtime wine to Winston that evening, quickly discovered the two invitations.

A storm immediately surged within her:

Bozis King!

He was her superior in the investigators' organization and the guide who led her down this path!

Why is Kim's name on a desk at Downing Street? Has the Prime Minister noticed them?

Oh no! Winston just mentioned in his speech today that he had dedicated his soul to the Queen and received a divine message from her. What if he turns around and reports Mr. King's information to the Queen?

It's so late now. Mr. King's headquarters are in Birmingham, and it's too late to contact him. Since I wasn't with the Prime Minister during the day, Winston could go to Buckingham Palace at any time...

In a moment of desperation, Eileen's mind raced as she considered the feasibility of various options. Ultimately, she volunteered to stay by Winston's side from morning till night for the next few days to keep an eye on him, so that Birmingham's side wouldn't be caught off guard when Winston went to Buckingham Palace.

Are you struggling to choose a female companion to accompany you to the book club?

She gave a faint smile and said as if it were a casual remark:

"If you don't mind my identity, perhaps you could take me with you."

Eileen is very beautiful, and no one can match her in terms of temperament. No one would feel that bringing her to a salon is a loss of face.

But Winston hesitated because he wasn't afraid of danger himself, but he was worried about putting others in danger. Irene didn't have the "witch" label on her head like Margaret (Winston couldn't see Irene's label), and she was still suffering from adolescent delusions, at the age where she was supposed to save the world.

Although the maid was tall, she had thin arms and legs and was usually well-mannered and polite. Apart from being efficient at her work, she was like a lady from a wealthy family. Winston was very worried that she might be frightened and get into trouble.

"Do you have any means of protecting yourself?" he asked bluntly.

Eileen paused, taken aback—in this day and age, is combat ability one of the criteria for choosing a female companion? Should she be praising her or downplaying it? In any case, it certainly can't exceed the Prime Minister's own abilities, right?

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "My family says I've always been healthy..."

Does being in good health mean you won't faint from wearing a corset?

Winston shook his head repeatedly, looking like he was saying, "This won't do, I can't take you."

Seeing this, Eileen gritted her teeth and, unusually, raised her voice, saying, "I can use a gun, and I also know a little bit of psychic magic!"

Winston stopped shaking his head and looked up at her unexpectedly.

Eileen gave up entirely:

"My father taught me how to use a gun, and my mother's psychic abilities are a family skill. Although I only learned a little bit, it's enough for me."

Winston hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously, "There could be danger."

"I'm not afraid."

But why insist on going? Eileen's back was sweating, and she racked her brains but couldn't come up with a suitable reason.

She couldn't very well say she'd fallen in love with the Prime Minister, could she? Although Winston was young, impeccably handsome, and his future as bright as the sound of a violinist at St. James's Concert Hall, Eileen couldn't even imagine why he'd lack female companionship, but…

In short, Eileen couldn't say such a thing.

She stood there somewhat awkwardly, but Winston, surprisingly, didn't delve into the reason and simply said:

"Okay, it's settled then."

Did you really agree?

Eileen couldn't help but give a genuine smile: "Thank you."

At the same time, she thought to herself, "Sigh, Winston Wheeler was actually a good man, how could he have given his soul to Queen Victoria..."

"You don't need to clean the room or make lunch tomorrow morning; we're going to Viscount Hammond's for a meal," Winston said. "Pack your travel essentials in advance; we might stay overnight at the Viscount's."

"Yes, Prime Minister."

"Do you have a gun?" Winston suddenly asked again.

"Of course not!" Eileen looked at him blankly and shook her head.

"Alright, I'll have someone send over a revolver tomorrow... no, two, plus a few policemen, shotguns, machine guns—if I can get them, may Sir Hiram Maxim (the inventor of the machine gun in my past life) bless me..."

Winston quickly made his own decision and then told Eileen to go and rest.

After Eileen left, he pondered for a while, then asked the system and v1888:

"Why isn't Eileen considered a member of the Cult yet?"

He still couldn't see her attribute tags.

The system ignored him, and v1888 said:

This means her loyalty to you is zero. You'd better be careful not to let yourself be blinded by her beauty.

"I'll keep an eye on her, and my main helper is Margaret, but it's less likely to arouse suspicion if she brings a female companion. If Eileen wants to go, let her go."

Winston picked up his glass, took a sip, and then said with a sigh, "A storm is brewing... all sorts of people are crowding around me. The 19th century on Earth was a major turning point in my past life. Perhaps we are standing at a similar point now, but we are so caught up in it that we are unaware of it."

v1888 said:

Don't overthink it. Our current goal is to first surpass 50% of our exes' check-in time.

Makes sense.

The Queen still didn't spy on us today; I wonder how long this good weather will last.

Winston downed the wine in his glass and prepared to go upstairs to sleep. He wasn't worried that Eileen would drug his food or drink, because v1888 would often come over out of curiosity to taste a few bites, and if anything that shouldn't be in his food was present, it would detect it immediately.

……

The next day, Saturday.

Margaret woke up early in the morning and glanced in the direction of Anna's bed as soon as she opened her eyes.

The person is not here.

Her heart sank. Anna used to only occasionally stay out overnight, spending most of her time at the circus. But these past few days, she had been going out every evening and not returning until dawn. When she came in, she looked dazed and pale, and she didn't say a word. She would just lie down on the bed and not get up until the ringmaster called her to go to work.

The commander scolded Anna several times for this, but Anna remained obstinate and showed no reaction whatsoever.

She wasn't always like this.

Was he stimulated by his own "resurrection"?

It doesn't really look like it.

Margaretina planned to find an opportunity to report this to Winston, but she had more important tasks at the moment.

She opened her dressing table drawer and quickly stuffed the bottles and jars of cosmetics, along with performance props such as a fake beard, wig, and glasses, into her handbag.

Then he stepped out of the tent and whispered to the twins waiting outside:

"I'm ready."

"Let's go then," the twin sisters said in unison. "The Viscount's carriage has been waiting for quite some time."