I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 114 Whose subordinate is this? How can he be so fierce!

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"This country needs a king."

The innermost ring of the capital

Inside the Silver Crown Royal Court.

A majestic voice pierced through the empty, silvery-white corridor, echoing throughout the royal court's main hall where the king was received.

"But what we need is a king guided by God."

The figure standing before the throne shouted these words:

"The laws of the mortal world must be subordinate to the sacred doctrines."

For the scriptures say with resounding force: "All things are yours; you belong to Christ, and Christ belongs to God."

Only under the guidance of the Holy Church will your royal power be acceptable to God; otherwise, you will only lead your nation down the path of eternal fire.

“All Christians should heed the words of God, or else you will suffer the same fate as Morgan le Fay.”

now,

The banquet, which took place in the Silver Crown Court and began with the ceremony of Morgan le Fay drawing his sword, lasted until midnight and ended with the chanting of the Archbishop of Canterbury.

The hundred or so princes in the hall nodded in approval, and then most of them turned their attention to the dozen or so noble figures standing in front of the hall.

At this time, the British Empire was composed of a considerable number of countries, not limited to the main island of Britain, but extending from Ireland to the Frankish Kingdom on the European continent, all the way to Barcelona in the Mediterranean.

King Uther's Britain was the most powerful of all the kingdoms, with the most allies. He was chosen by the kingdoms as the head of the kings to attend the Feast of the Seven Kings.

After King Uther's death, Britain was leaderless. In order to elect a king who could once again represent the interests of the British alliance, this royal election ceremony was held in the capital.

Against this backdrop,
Princess Morgan le Fay was merely one of many chosen kings. Although she successfully garnered faith and shaped the king's radiance by controlling various forces in the capital, she ultimately fell short, failing to pull the sword from the stone. Furthermore, she disappeared for unknown reasons.

At this moment, Wang Xuan still had to continue.

As most of the princes present had heard from old Horney, the thousands of princes, both large and small, throughout Britain were hardly a rare occurrence.

Most of those who came here to participate in the royal selection were actually just there to make up the numbers, in order to build a good relationship with the new king who would later become the head of all the kings.

Among this group of people, only a dozen or so, including Miu Miu, have the potential to become the new king.

among them,

The first in line is a prince named Edwin.

He was King Raines, the tyrant of North Wales who proclaimed himself "High King of Britain," the eldest prince who had defeated and collected the beards of 11 kings who adorned his cloak with the strongest man.

Not only was he highly skilled, but his Bearded Knights Legion was also incredibly powerful, making him the strongest military force among all the princes on paper.

The second-ranked prince was named [Chelos].

Before his debut as the illegitimate son of King Uther, he was the nephew of King Cornwall and the son of Archduke Edward II. He was known for his wealth, as his family controlled the tin mines in Britain that produced gold pounds, making them incredibly rich. With Morgan le Fay's departure at this time, he became theoretically the highest-ranking heir to the British throne.

The third-ranked person is [Gao Wen].

Although Gawain did not participate in the banquet and never admitted that he was there to participate in the royal selection, those present could not possibly ignore him.

She was the eldest princess born to King Loth and King Uther's eldest daughter, Morgoth. She was sent to the capital at a very young age to learn to be a knight under the tutelage of Sir Euphias. Although King Loth himself was too busy building the royal defenses in London to attend, everyone present knew that she was the strongest king in Britain, second only to King Uther.

Unlike the two princes mentioned above, who were either supported by a large army or were incredibly wealthy, Gawain was simply powerful. Even though she was only 14 years old at the time, within the entire capital city, no knight dared to say that he could definitely defeat her.

Besides the three most promising candidates mentioned above, there were also more than a dozen princes from the larger kingdoms, such as the princes of King Ban, King Bu, and King Shixin.

now,

After the banquet at the Silver Crown Court ended, several knights quickly approached the dozen or so princes who were expected to become kings and reported an urgent intelligence report.

"What did you say!?"

"That woman, Gawain, went to contact that young knight who led an army of 300,000 to break through the encirclement?"

"Damn it, didn't she say she had no intention of vying for the throne and only wanted to serve the new king as a knight?! Now she's doing this behind our backs!"

Upon hearing this news, the princes were all filled with shock and anger, while Prince Chelos, the second most promising candidate, stared at his knight in disbelief.

The knight who came to report immediately pointed out:
“Your Highness, Princess Morgan le Fay has disappeared and is most likely to have met with misfortune. Therefore, Gawain, as a knight of the Royal Guard Knights, has lost his allegiance.”

"Remove the last shackles binding her; she now has every reason, the right, and the qualification to participate in the royal selection!" "You can no longer regard her as a future trusted general, but rather as a rival!"

Upon hearing this news, the same thought simultaneously arose in the minds of Cherlos and the other princes:
"We have to find a way to get rid of her! But..."

Damn it, who in the capital can beat Gawain?!
Even outside of the Saint's Number Time, there are few knights in the capital whose martial arts surpass Gawain's. Defeating her is not difficult, but to kill her, one would have to go to Frankish and invite the invincible Knight Lancelot!
But soon, the princes found another angle, each looking at their own knight.

Chelos quickly asked:
"I think the blond young knight she found was named Sua? What's his strength?"

"Just a high-level swordsman."

"That's good. Send someone to eliminate him immediately! Clip Gawain's wings; we must not let her build up her power. Where is he now?"

"It's too late, Your Highness. That Knight Sua just gambled away a million gold pounds at the Grand Casino in Winchester, the capital, and successfully met with the casino's big boss, Gerry Freyt!"

"What!?"

Chelos's eyes widened suddenly. "You mean, that Gerry Freyt?"

The knight nodded sadly and replied, "Yes."

"With the help of that Knight Sua, His Highness Gawain must have already established a relationship with Gerry Freyt. In this way, her power has begun to take shape, and given her reputation in the capital..."

Upon hearing this, Prince Cerros's expression changed drastically.

With Gawain's unparalleled strength among the princes and princesses, coupled with the reputation and fame she had cultivated in the capital over many years, and the support of Gerry Freyt, the richest woman in the capital,

In an instant, she rose to a higher position than Edwin, the eldest prince of King Raines. If he continued to build up his momentum like this, he would probably be no match for this woman in the battle for faith in the capital!
This news was hard for Chelos to believe. He couldn't understand why Gawain, who had never been involved in the conflicts in the capital, had suddenly become so terrifying and such a powerful opponent.

But soon, he recalled the name that had appeared during that process—

Suya!

"Everything changed after he entered the capital. The reason why Knight Gawain became like this must be because he assisted Gawain behind the scenes. He single-handedly transformed Knight Gawain, who was originally just a peripheral figure in the royal selection process, into a highly sought-after candidate for the new king!"

To change the landscape of the capital in a single day—such a remarkable achievement!

Whose general is this?

"no!"

Chelos quickly stopped the knight who was about to lead his men to kill Sua.
"Come back, but don't kill him! Instead, protect him and show him my sincerity!"

"I must gain the assistance of this Knight Sua immediately!"

The knight was taken aback, then his eyes widened, and he looked at Chelos with admiration.
"Your Highness, you are wise!"

"Nonsense." Chelos snorted coldly, a series of calculating glints flashing in his eyes, and immediately gave the order:
"Tomorrow at noon, I will host a banquet to welcome this Knight Suya!"

At this point, Chelos glanced again at the group of princes from the small kingdoms who had come to fawn over him, and thought to himself:

“If he doesn’t come, I won’t let anyone else have him, especially Gawain and Edwin!”

"Moreover, I cannot leave a stain of jealousy and envy, so I can make use of the princes of these small countries."

now,

The same thought simultaneously crossed the minds of the dozen or so princes present who were vying for the throne.

After weighing the gains and losses

The princes all sprang into action.

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On the other side,
Beside the throne platform in the Silver Crown Court,
The Archbishop of Canterbury stood behind a towering figure, two meters and two feet tall, draped in a red cloak, like a shadow of the other. He then slowly spoke to the figure before him, asking:
"According to your plan, Morgan le Fay, who was a destabilizing factor, has been removed from the stage, and Edward II has decided to stake all his assets on his son, Chelos. So, has he been confirmed as the King of Britain?"

"The overseer is King Perinoa."

At this moment, standing before the throne,
Clad in a red cloak, with short, greyish-white hair and features shrouded in darkness, King Perinoa resembled a ferocious humanoid beast. He raised his scarlet vertical pupils, watching the departing princes as if they were a group of walking monkeys, and said indifferently:

"You just need a puppet, so what difference does it make who the king is?"

"After all, according to Solomon's will, the oracle of the Holy Grail—"

"This world has no need for a king."

(End of this chapter)