"I'm sorry, Your Highness Princess!" Count Cecil got up at once when he saw Vivien Leigh and Charlotte enter the banquet hall, "I thought you were unwell, and I was going to ask the cook to prepare a dinner for you." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info I beg your forgiveness for not waiting for you to take your seat. ”

"It doesn't matter. Vivien Leigh sat lightly in the chair Charlotte had pulled out for her, and she winked at Charlotte, who was sitting back next to Sylvia in a circle, "Because of Charlotte's extraordinary magic, my body has recovered early. ”

"That's good!" Count Cecil nodded, and he looked at the cold Sylvia, "I hope that tonight's food will satisfy a few noble guests." ”

But Sylvia did not react to his obvious overtures, and the ice-like Grand Duchess held her knife and reached for the untouched tenderloin on her plate.

As soon as her hand slipped, the plump juice instantly splashed out of the fatty beef, and coincidentally spilled on the back of Charlotte's hand, who was seated in the chair.

The hot juice splashed on the back of the hand, and the delicate skin, which had almost never worked before, instantly blistered. Charlotte sneered and shook her hands, grinning at Sylvia, who had been expressionless and had put the battered tenderloin back in its place.

I don't think this sister likes meat.

Sylvia seemed to sense his complaining gaze, tilting her head slightly, and there was no emotion in her ice-blue pupils, "I'm sorry, I rarely cut steaks. ”

What else can Charlotte say?

He spread his hands, "It's okay, if you want to eat, I'll cut it for you!"

"Leave this honorable job to me!" Dinah, who was sitting on Charlotte's right, reached across Charlotte and reached out to snatch the plate in front of Sylvia, "Charlotte is clumsy at first glance, how can she cut out a steak that satisfies you!"

"No need. Sylvia tapped the plate lightly, stopping Dinah's movements, "I don't want to eat anymore." ”

Charlotte, who couldn't figure out the situation, touched the back of her head and pushed the chair into her seat. He had just picked up the wine on the table when he heard the Count of Cecil speak.

"Let us pay homage to our great emperor!"

This time, his response was echoed by everyone but Sylvia, who raised their glasses on the table and responded in unison.

"To the Great Emperor!"

Count Cecil took a sip of the wine in his glass, and he looked at Sylvia, who did not respond to his toast, and felt that the Grand Duchess of Icewind Castle was simply a piece of ice from the far north.

But as soon as he thought of his mission, a sad expression immediately appeared on his fat face.

"The unfortunate death of His Majesty the Emperor, two Grand Dukes, is a sad one for all of us. He paused, staring at Lawrence's reaction, "But the empire cannot be left without a master for a day, and although it is not appropriate to discuss such a topic at such a time, I must say that it is imperative that we elect a qualified leader!"

Lawrence put down the wine glass in his hand, he wiped the food scraps from the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and asked in a low voice, "Sorry, Count Cecil, I don't understand what you mean." Isn't the crown prince of the empire Elbert?"

"Of course!!!" Count Cecil nodded, he leaned forward, and the mung bean's little eyes flashed with excitement, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is an excellent mage, and we are all proud of his strength!"

"But......" he paused, waving his hands in a reinforced tone, "what the Empire needs is not a mage, but a good ruler. Archduke Sylvia, for example, she's not a mage, but she's the ruler of the famous mage mecca Icewind Castle, isn't she?"

He thought that in this way he would at least get Sylvia's support, and as far as he knew, any ruler wanted absolute authority. Sylvia, bound by Icewind Castle's strange collegiate system of mages, will surely support his decision.

However, he was destined to be disappointed, because Sylvia was not just a puppet with no real power as he thought she was. But in the true sense of the word, the absolute queen who has ruled Icewind Castle for thousands of years!

He regretted to find that Sylvia was still slowly enjoying the fruits and vegetables, and seemed to have no interest in his proposal.

Maybe it's the Grand Duchess who is worried about the retribution of the Council of Mages!

He comforted himself so much that he subconsciously ignored Dinah's obvious overtures.

He looked at Lawrence and asked expectantly, "What do you think, Grand Duke Lawrence?"

Lawrence's face was solemn, he held his chin in his hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Maybe your consideration is not without reason, but I can't think of anyone other than Crown Prince Elbert who can suppress many great nobles and sit on the throne of the King of God?"

Count Cecil's voice could not hide his excitement, he tapped the plate with a knife, and said word by word, "How is the third prince Walter? He has qualifications, many nobles of the empire are willing to support him, and he also has his own unique views on governance. ”

"Not like Elbert!" Count Cecil shrugged, "The crown prince looks like a pure mage!"

"Elbert isn't pure...... Charlotte pouted at Vivien Leigh, who immediately realized that he was signaling Elbert's intentions against her, and wrinkled her nose and waved her fist at Charlotte quietly.

Lawrence didn't notice the small movements between his children, but Sylvia slammed the fork against the porcelain plate with a crisp sound, as if unintentionally.

The two nobles who were discussing the heir looked at Archduke Sylvia together, and Count Cecil smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

Sylvia didn't answer.

Lawrence immediately realized that the secret protector of the Clayderman family did not want to express his opinion, so he turned back to Count Cecil and asked quietly.

"You have a point. But how can you be sure that His Highness Walter will have the support of the majority of the nobles?"

Count Cecil lowered his voice, and a smug glint flashed in his small eyes, "Because he has the absolute support of the most powerful nobleman in the empire, His Royal Highness Prince of Maysfield!"

"Two!" he said in a loud voice, "If you add the support of the two kings of the northern realm, His Royal Highness the Third Prince will sit firmly on the throne!"

Almost everyone looked at Lawrence nervously, waiting for an answer from the Erosa ruler. In the entire banquet hall, only Sylvia tasted the fruits and vegetables on the table with a cold face.

After a long time, Archduke Lawrence said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Count Cecil, I can't agree with you. Arbitrarily changing the heirs of the empire will truly shake the foundation of the empire!"

Vivien Leigh exhaled deeply, and she saw Lawrence point to the floor.

"Believe me, it's far more disturbing than what Zenas said in the dungeon. ”

The smile on Earl Cecil's fat face faded, and he looked at Lawrence, who had a determined gaze and met him for a moment.

Cecil smiled suddenly, and he spread his hands, "Okay, my great good neighbor, then let's put the dispute aside for a moment!"