Seeing Margaret approaching, the servants on both sides quickly opened the carved iron gates of the courtyard.

In the courtyard, we found Prince Charles Tudor of Wales, Margaret's father, enjoying afternoon tea in the garden.

Influenced by my father, I usually call him "Uncle Hammer".

Of course, the nickname "Hammer" has a story behind it.

It all started when the father and daughter first came to Wales. At that time, Margaret and the prince, who were saved by my father, temporarily stayed in my family's territory. As a result, the Duke of York instigated three surrounding lords of the Graham Clan to besiege our castle in an attempt to kill the prince and Margaret in the chaos.

However, facing a crowd of thousands of people under the castle, the old rascal swung a crimson sword qi, sending three earls, seven barons, and dozens of heavy-armored knights who surrounded them all to the west heaven. The remaining thousands of people naturally scattered like birds and beasts.

After this battle, no one in Wales dared to challenge the authority of the prince.

There is a tradition in the royal family of Britain. After conquering a place, the king will add a title of "Hammer of XX" to himself. For example, "Hammer of Gaul" and "Hammer of Ireland" are titles used by previous kings.

Therefore, according to the ancestral system, the prince also added a title of "Hammer of Wales" to himself.

Of course, everyone knows that the victory of this war was actually only related to my father, who was the prince's nominal subordinate.

Therefore, people privately gave the crown prince a nickname called "Charles of Big Talk". The nickname reached my father's ears and was modified by him.

He combined "Charles of Big Talk" with "Hammer of Wales" and simply called it "Big Hammer Charles". Later, he proudly showed off his ingenious invention to the prince:

"Hello everyone, my name is Big Hammer Charles, the crown prince of this country. In a few years, I will become king, marry a wealthy and beautiful wife, meet monarchs from various countries, and reach the pinnacle of life. It's a little exciting to think about it!"

"Hello everyone, I'm still Big Hammer Charles. I never expected that I would really be the crown prince for a lifetime!"

I still vividly remember the triumphant expression of the old rascal at the time, as well as Uncle Hammer's helpless expression...

However, as time went by, I was also misled by the old rascal and began to get used to calling the prince "Big Hammer Charles".

But I'm still a little more polite than my father and call him "Uncle Hammer".

"Dad, I'm back."

"You're back, Maggie." (Note: Maggie is Margaret's nickname)

We saw a middle-aged gentleman dressed in exquisite clothes, with half-white hair and an extraordinary demeanor, putting down his teacup and nodding at us.

This is Margaret's father.

Although Uncle Hammer looks no more than forty, in fact, he is already seventy-eight years old this year. It is only because of the longevity genes of the Tudor family and the long-term use of some magic potions that he can maintain his youthful appearance.

"You're back so soon, did you see Atu?"

Uncle Hammer asked Margaret while adjusting his monocle.

"Of course I saw him."

The girl answered with a smile and then playfully winked at me.

"Is Atu alright?"

"Of course."

"Hmm."

Uncle Hammer nodded and then turned his gaze on me.

He looked at me with some amazement and then asked Margaret:

"Maggie, is this young lady next to you a friend of yours? Why don't you introduce her to me, which family's daughter is she..."

"Which family's daughter...hahahaha..."

Upon hearing Uncle Hammer's question, Margaret burst into laughter, repeatedly patting my shoulder and saying:

"Hahahaha...Atu, did you hear that? My dad asked me which family's daughter you are? Hahahaha..."

"Sigh..."

I helplessly shook my head.

Being mistaken for a girl again and again...I'm almost used to it, so let's forgive Uncle Hammer!

"Maggie, what are you laughing at? I don't understand."

Uncle Hammer frowned, looking puzzled at his daughter, who was almost out of breath from laughing."Hahaha... I can't take it anymore... I can't take it..."

Margaret laughed for a good while before she finally calmed down a bit.

She tried to suppress her laughter and lifted my bangs from behind, saying to Uncle Dachui, "Dad, look closely. This girl... is Atu! Hahahaha..."

The girl laughed uncontrollably again.

"You're Atu?!"

Uncle Dachui stood up in horror, not even noticing that he had knocked over the teacup on the table.

"Hello, Uncle Dachui, it's... it's me..."

I answered awkwardly.

"You really are Atu?! Lindonwan's son Lin Dengtu?"

Uncle Dachui widened his eyes, still in disbelief.

"I really am Lin Dengtu... Uncle Dachui..."

I nodded helplessly.

"Uncle Dachui? Alright, I believe you." Uncle Dachui shook his head with a wry smile, "In the entire Principality of Wales, only you and your father dare to call me that to my face."

Uh... so he recognized me by that? He hasn't recognized me yet? I feel a bit hurt...

"Alright, alright... I won't say more, Dad. I still need to cut Atu's hair."

At this point, Margaret finally recovered from her laughter.

She pushed my shoulder, saying, "Come on, Atu, walk this way."

"Okay... goodbye, Uncle Dachui..."

I stumbled forward as the girl pushed me.

"Alright, Atu, see you later..."

Uncle Dachui patted the wet part of his pants from the spilled tea, still looking dazed, seemingly unable to connect the long-haired girl in front of him with the boy named Lin Dengtu in his memory.

As I pushed open the door, I clearly heard him muttering to himself, "A girl with a big d*ck... I thought Old Lin was just joking, but he actually did it!"

Damn old bastard... you've messed with me enough, but you still dare to boast about it to others? I'll never be on the same side as you in this lifetime!

I was first taken to Margaret's room.

Sitting in front of a full-length mirror, Margaret clicked her scissors and cut off my long hair that had grown for a full five years.

Looking at the girl-like "me" in the mirror, I felt somewhat unfamiliar and scared.

In fact, in the past five years, I rarely had the opportunity to observe my appearance like this.

According to the old bastard's original words:

"The so-called futanari is a beautiful girl who identifies herself as a boy in her heart. If you completely accept your female image from the bottom of your heart, it's not interesting... because only that kind of struggle in the heart is particularly exciting... hehehe..."

Therefore, the old bastard did not place any mirrors or any smooth objects that could reflect one's face in the basement.

Fortunately, otherwise, with such a cute face every day, I might have developed gender dysphoria by now.

"Alright, it's done!" The girl proudly patted the hair in her hands, "How do you like my sister's craftsmanship?"

Hearing the girl's voice, I came to my senses.

In the mirror, a short black-haired, slightly androgynous young figure appeared before me.

To me, this was an even more unfamiliar image.

But it was also the real me and the image I would live with for the rest of my life.

Thinking of this, I smiled and said to Margaret, "Very good, thank you, Sister Margaret."