I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 188 Assassination
He is a man
Catherine held her forehead, unable to imagine what kind of chaotic mess the kingdom she was about to inherit would be.

However, she reacted quickly, speaking decisively:

"I will push for legislation in this area to fill the legal gaps."

“Lucas, take this lady away and keep a close eye on her.”

Adapting the law to the present kingdom is not something that can be accomplished simply by talking about it.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Catherine could only make such a promise, quickly painting a rosy picture.

The procession continued forward through the crowd.

First, she went to the royal mausoleum on the outskirts of the capital to bury the former king according to strict rules, and then officially announced to the people the death of King Caidon III and the coronation of the new queen.

Newspaper reporters were naturally present at this event, and they recorded this historic moment.
Within three days at the latest, news and stories about the new king will spread throughout the entire Kingdom of Oran.

The rest of the day proceeded entirely according to the planned schedule.

A dull and uninspiring speech, uninteresting applause and cheers, and the supposedly Heinleit tradition of smearing the crown with blood.

No accidents occurred during this period.

Ron, who had been on edge all day, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Finally, as dusk approached, he saw the new fortress located northwest of the capital.

The massive fortress stands opposite Glenhill, covering a full tenth the size of the capital, making it a medium-sized city.

Its city walls are thick and its architectural style is extremely majestic, like a giant knight standing under the setting sun, guarding this homeland.

"Wow, it's huge!"

As a native of Glenhill, Ron knew that this behemoth had been built in just three years, with countless manpower and resources invested.

Previously, he didn't understand why it would be so costly to build a city out of thin air.

Now that he knows about the "Temple," Ron understands a little better.

The Stardust Society doesn't seem to be the only group most severely affected by what Cyrus VII did six years ago.
The royal lineage almost ended because of this.

If it weren't for the exceptionally powerful Olivia, everything would probably have gone as the Vatican had planned.
At this moment, Ron was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

buzzing-

The heavy bugle call resounded, announcing that the coronation ceremony had reached its final stage.

Then, the massive arched gate of the new capital city slowly opened, and heavily armored knights lined up in two rows. From the middle stepped a middle-aged man with scorched yellow hair and a face covered in scars.

This is!

Ron paused, the familiar hair color reminding him of his good friend, Mr. Knight.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready."

Lawson Upton knelt on one knee and performed a standard knightly salute.

"Well, Lieutenant Commander Upton, let's go into the city then."

Catherine hesitated for a moment, giving this lord, who had followed her father for many years and whose legacy had been passed down in the kingdom for a long time, ample respect.

Upton. He really does share the same last name as the knight!

Ron was overjoyed, sensing an opportunity to do good deeds.

The knight and his elderly father are now separated by death; they must have had many things to say to each other.
As he thought about it, Ron unconsciously pictured Lawson Upton grieving alone at night, missing the knight.

Mr. Knight often talked about his father and would often drift off into a daze at night.

What a loving father and filial son they were!

"Lieutenant Commander Upton?" Seeing that the knight commander who was staying behind at the fortress did not intend to get up, Catherine frowned slightly and asked.

After a long day of work, even though she was mentally prepared, the tedious coronation ceremony still left her feeling exhausted.

Lawson Upton lowered his head and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, the gates of the new fortress are too narrow for the carriages to pass through during the coronation ceremony."

"Your Majesty, I have prepared a carriage for you. Please change to another one!"

Upon hearing this, Ron glanced around and found that it was indeed as his "old father" had said.

Although the fortress walls were thick and the gates were wide, it was clearly designed to be built to the specifications of a fortress and could not easily allow a large carriage pulled by ten horned horses to pass through.

Upon hearing this, Catherine narrowed her emerald eyes, scrutinized Lawson Upton from head to toe, and after finding nothing amiss, nodded slightly in agreement.

Wearing a blood-stained crown and an elaborately designed battle dress, she descended from the carriage platform under the protection of heavily armored knights.

Seeing this, Ron also stepped forward.

He had hoped to take this opportunity to get closer to the knight's elderly father, reunite the father and son, and heal their longing for each other.

But at that moment, a heavily armored knight standing in formation suddenly raised his greatsword and slashed fiercely toward Catherine.

Layers of air surged and rolled, and a thick white sword beam sliced ​​two knights in half at the waist before heading straight for Her Majesty the Queen, who was in the protective circle.

This happened so fast and so suddenly that no one expected that the heavily armored knight who had been protecting them all day would choose to launch an attack in the most crowded place.

In that instant, the blond boy leaped out like a cheetah, his toes barely touching the ground.
Although Ron was extremely fast, there were people present who were faster than him.

"who!?"

With a dizzying battle cry, one of the vice-commanders of the knights lined up on both sides, wielding a silver rapier, instantly cleaved the heavy sword beam in two.

The vice-commander of the knights had a short, thick beard and hair, and was nearly sixty years old. His hawk-like eyes instantly locked onto the heavily armored knight who launched the attack.

"He's neither one of mine nor one of the Knights!"

Upon hearing this, Ron suddenly realized.

No wonder they were so fast; they were in a hurry to shift the blame.

Seeing that the assassination attempt had failed, the heavily armored knight retreated rapidly, throwing his greatsword horizontally at the same time.

The greatsword spun in the air like a high-speed spinning top, and in the blink of an eye, it sliced ​​five or six knights who had surrounded it in half at the waist.

"Ha, Lord Maximus, I don't refund the deposit for a failed assassination."

As soon as the heavily armored knight finished speaking, he tore apart the speed-enhancing magic scroll in his hand and instantly darted a hundred meters away in a blur.

Upon hearing this, Maximus, who was nearly sixty years old, turned green with rage. Sensing the wariness of the other deputy legion commander and Lawson Upton's subtle maneuvering between him and the new king, he knew that he was definitely going to take the blame for this.

No matter how you explain it, it's just empty talk. Only by catching the assassin can you prove his innocence.

No, it could also be a trap!

In a short moment, a multitude of thoughts surged through his mind. Maximus was clearly no fool to have risen to such a high position in the kingdom.

But one's perspective is determined by their position.

"You tried to assassinate His Majesty the King and escape?!"

"There's no door!"

"Team One, Team Three, Team Five, follow me to hunt down the assassins. The rest of you, stay put and await His Majesty's orders!"

(End of this chapter)