I will be crowned king

"Sorry, is he... done?"

The words of Queen Mother Anne echoed in the silent banquet hall, awakening everyone present like magic: Emperor Joseph, the little King Nicholas, Chief of Staff Carl Bain, Grand Duke Levent, Prince Leon Francois of the Land of the Dead...

From the royal family to all the imperial nobles, including the knights of the Land of the Dead and Clovis's officers, everyone was stunned and confused.

What on earth is this traitor/traitor/interesting guy/cousin/commander-in-chief/ruling lord doing?

Facing the high and mighty emperor and the countless nobles present, the little clerk Alan Dawn, who was trying to remain calm, tried to maintain his formulaic smile. His hands behind his back seemed to be holding a sponge soaked in water. It was only the big hand on his shoulder that prevented him from collapsing directly to the ground.

Although it was just a few short sentences, he had the illusion that several days or even a month had passed.

"Yes, it's over, Your Majesty."

Anson, still looking calm, nodded slightly to avoid the Queen Mother's sight, and said calmly: "This is my answer to you."

Answer, what did you say?

Anne Hered was furious, and she wanted to rush up and tear up the face that seemed to be provoking her, and send the clerk who was just talking nonsense to prison.

So what if they won the Battle of the Long Spear River, and so what if there were hundreds of thousands of rebels stationed outside the city? This is Xiaolong City, and blaspheming the emperor is humiliating the entire empire, and there will be a price to pay!

Snap——

Before she could get angry, the silent emperor suddenly raised his hand and pressed Anne's shoulder, and the force even made the surprised Queen Mother frown slightly.

"Very good, in that case, let's get started." Joseph Hered looked around the whole place, seemingly unaffected by the little clerk's explanation just now: "Right here, right here in this banquet hall, right now..."

"...Elect the next emperor of the empire!"

The steady and powerful voice focused everyone's attention on Emperor Joseph again; the steady and indifferent eyes once again became full of unquestionable authority and power.

Anson Bach, you traitor, want to delay time by fooling around?

Then I won't give you this chance! Either accept it or refute it immediately, there is no middle ground, let alone expect to be able to get along with both sides and benefit from it alone!

Joseph Hered thought he had seen through Anson Bach's routine, that is, not to express his position, not to admit it, and not to take responsibility: as long as I haven't expressed my position, then all of you will take the initiative to win me over, and then use the contradictions between you to stir up trouble, and finally pick the peaches.

The Unification War of the Vast Land, the Punishment War of the Elves of Isel, the Rebellion of the New World Colonies, and even his own disastrous defeat in the Battle of the Long Halberd River... all of them are like this.

Finding flaws, detecting loopholes... Compared with the power of blood, this guy's talent in capturing the core of contradictions is even more terrifying; he seems to be born very good at grasping the core demands of others, like a hyena sniffing blood.

Facing the emperor's provocative gaze, the calm Anson patted the shoulder of the young clerk, who immediately felt as if he had been pardoned, and completed the entire set of complex court etiquette at the fastest speed, and retreated into the crowd before the emperor noticed.

That's right, Anson was deliberately delaying time, just to observe the reactions of other people present, especially the reaction of Grand Duke Bernard who never jumped out to express his position.

The father of Sir Louis Bernard, the "quasi-emperor" of the empire, was so calm and calm at this moment, more like a bystander than himself, an outsider.

As for the emperor's little thoughts... Of course you can pretend that I have expressed my opinion, and I can also pretend that I have not accepted your invitation; anyway, as long as I don't speak, Clovis's position still has room for maneuver.

This weird "emperor election" has no beginning or end, just like it is anxious to promote the established facts, so as to force all parties to pinch their noses to admit it... Thinking of a certain apostle of spell magic who took the initiative to find the door not long ago, Anson really couldn't help but suspect that there was something wrong.

Did the Church of the Ring of Order secretly promise the emperor that as long as he could keep the throne, he would continue to support him?

The information he had was not enough to draw a conclusion, so he was not in a hurry to advance the original plan, and just waited for the actors on the stage to continue performing.

The characteristic of a spell caster is that the body is just a shell, and the law is the body; and as time goes by, the deeper the understanding of the law, the logic of doing things and even the personality will gradually move closer to the law.

Even Anson himself did not realize that the "planning law" born from his own character had begun to influence him subtly - without any impulse or emotion, he pushed the event to the "right track" that was originally set like a machine.

"Please wait!"

The elderly Grand Duke Roland looked a little panicked, trying to make a final struggle to control the situation: "This is obviously not in line with the empire..."

"Since this is the decision of His Majesty, as ministers, we certainly have no reason to refuse."

Before he finished speaking, Grand Duke Bernard, who had been silent from the beginning until now, walked out of the crowd and interrupted: "After all, the first rule of the chivalry code is loyalty."

As the voice fell, Grand Duke Bernard bowed respectfully to the emperor on the high platform, and then did not forget to nod to Consul Clovis beside him.

While returning the courtesy, Anson looked at the father of Louis Bernard in front of him; to be honest, compared to the young knight who was far away in the Free Confederation of the New World, Archduke Bernard had a somewhat cold face in his calmness. , and reminded him of another "old friend".

Kroger Bernard, Louis' brother, the ruthless man who almost killed himself and Ludwig in Thunder Castle, and the unlucky guy who was tricked by the blood mage.

No one made a sound in the hall. People with different expressions looked at the emperor on the high platform and Archduke Bernard at the bottom of the steps, waiting for the final showdown between the two sides.

"Since no one has any objections, in accordance with His Majesty's will, please begin now."

Slowly turning around and looking behind him, Grand Duke Bernard said firmly and decisively: "According to the ancient knight tradition, all knights present have the right to vote, and the direct bloodline of the seven knights, including you and your majesty, As well as the families they represent after death, they are all eligible to be elected.”

"I implore the knights present to act with caution and remember that your decision will affect the fate of the empire and even the entire world of order; of course, please also ask the distinguished guests from Hantu, Clovis, to be witnesses of this moment."

He changed the topic and looked back at Anson: "No matter what the final result is, I hope that all the efforts, including sacrifices, to achieve this moment will not be wasted."

Facing those extremely determined eyes, Ansen nodded slightly without saying a word.

From the Battle of Thunder Castle in the ninety-ninth year of the Saint's Calendar, to the unification war of Hantu, the Yser Elf Punishment War, the rebellion in the New World, the turmoil in Clovis City and the internal disputes within the empire; conquest, unification, change, Independence... What everyone is pursuing is nothing more than to change the status quo that has been maintained for thousands of years by the Church of the Ring of Order and the traditions of the ancient empire.

Starting from an unnamed infantry regiment, now most of Clovis is following closely behind him. Fighting one battle after another, countless comrades and enemies have fallen on the battlefield.

Thunder Castle, Eagle Point City, Carindia Port, Barren Stone Castle, Climbing Tower, Royal Court of Yser, White Whale Port, Sailing City, Black Lagoon Port, Long Lake Town, Gray Pigeon Castle...

Why did I, Anson Bach, come here, why did I fight, and for what purpose? I have been unswervingly stepping on the corpses of my enemies, shouldering the trust of my comrades, and reached the point where I am now?

Survival, independence, freedom...

If you are unwilling to change, you are destined to be deprived and changed; if you do not give up the comfortable status quo, you are destined to sink into chaos; if you are unwilling to become a victim of being swept into the storm, the only option is to become the storm itself.

[...Think carefully about what you want to do, what you want to get, what you want to change...]

From the beginning to the end, I, the "outsider", have never accepted the laws of this world; whether it is the natural hierarchy, the eternal beliefs, or the ancient inheritance that is regarded as heresy and evil.

From beginning to end, I am the one who breaks the rules.

And what I have to do is to break the laws of this world and rebuild the order that belongs to me.

[...If you hate this world, this world that is full of injustice and constantly restricts you and makes you miserable, you are eager to change, be reborn, and restore everything to how it should be; Ayton, the great controller of destiny, demands His followers destroy all evil in the name of magic...]

In the end, he was really a "chuunibyou", and he was caught by some shameless novelist... Ansen couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart.

At the same time, looking at Archduke Bernard who was talking nonsense in the audience, as if he had been crowned emperor, Emperor Joseph Herred's face was full of disgust.

Anne Herred, who had an equally unkind expression on the side, was about to speak, but he raised her hand to stop her. Looking at the dark figure under the stage, the emperor still maintained the utmost restraint.

In the deathly silent hall, the nobles and knights of the empire looked at each other with vague eyes; no one dared to say another word, as if they were all seriously thinking about what Archduke Bernard had just said. That statement.

Just as the emperor hates it, in their eyes, the Grand Duke of Edland seems to be the legitimate emperor who has been crowned; it seems that there is no need for any election at all, and all the results have been settled.

Is it really?

Glancing at the emperor who was still suppressing his anger on the high platform with the corner of his eye, Ansen gave a negative answer in his heart; although he was 100% sure that this farce of "electing the emperor" was jointly promoted by the grand dukes, even if it was a compromise, The emperor must also hold some important trump card in his hand.

"Wait, I have something else to say!"

It seemed that the silence had been too long, and the fierce-looking Archduke Levent jumped out again: "Two things - since it is an election, should His Majesty on the high platform first step down from the throne and meet with all the other electors? Stand together fairly?"

The nobles present who were still immersed in the heavy atmosphere just now were stunned and their expressions changed slightly.

"Of course...it's not necessary!" Before any strange sounds could be heard at the scene, Archduke Bernard interrupted again:

"This election is different from the past. It is conducted under His Majesty's will. There is no precedent in the imperial tradition. Since there is no precedent, of course there is no need to abide by certain past rules. Until the election results come out, all of us are still His Majesty's servant."

"In other words, if I want to run for office, then His Majesty will not only be my lord, but also my competitor."

Grand Duke Levent rolled his eyes: "If I fail in the election, I will become a traitor who seeks power and attempts rebellion..."

"There is no need to worry about this!" The emperor on the throne said coldly: "No matter what happens today, it will not be an excuse for starting a war under the witness of our distinguished guests."

"I can also promise you privately, my beloved Grand Duke Levent, if one day I decide to eradicate you and your family, it will never be because of what happened today."

The murderous words echoed in the air, and no one in the dead silent banquet hall dared to interrupt.

Grand Duke Bernard turned around and silently looked at a fence-sitter who was making trouble out of nothing: "Did you hear the reply of His Majesty clearly?"

"Clearly, it couldn't be clearer!"

"So, what is the second question?"

"You, my good old Grand Duke Bernard." Grand Duke Levent sneered:

"The direct bloodline of the seven knights is eligible to be elected, this is your original words, right? According to you, doesn't it mean that in addition to us and His Majesty the Emperor, others are also eligible to be elected?"

"Of course, this is the oldest tradition."

Grand Duke Bernard remained calm: "This election is extraordinary, and naturally we should not use the usual methods in the past, but should follow the tradition when the seven knights created the empire... All the bloodlines of the seven knights are eligible to be elected as the emperor. Qualifications for the emperor...any more questions?"

"No, no, hehe...I'd rather say that now I understand." Grand Duke Levent grinned, smiling very happily:

"Thank you for your reply. If I am successfully elected as the emperor, I will definitely repay your kindness."

"That's not necessary...If you can be elected and become the first emperor born in the south in nearly a thousand years, it will surely bring unexpected changes to the empire."

Grand Duke Bernard, with a calm expression, no longer looked at him, but instead cast his eyes on Anson intentionally or unintentionally: "Are there any people present who have objections to the election or oppose His Majesty's will?"

"If not, then please abide by the ancient tradition and start voting!"

Everyone, Happy Children's Day!