May 6, 1997. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was a rebellion in the Holy Britannian Empire.

The cause of the incident lies in the death of the old emperor and the legacy he left behind:

Let Charles D. Britain, the heir to the throne, succeed to the throne.

Prince Charles was not a particularly high-ranking royal family among the many heirs to the throne, but he was able to inherit the throne with the strong hopes of the first emperor and the strong support of the new middle-class nobles and conglomerates. As a result, he was disgusted by a part of the conservative royal family and the great aristocracy.

Eventually, at the instigation and appeal of hostile political forces led by Charles's uncle, Archduke Louis, the British rebellion began.

A group of soldiers, rifles in their arms, looked uneasy in front of a two-bladed door, and from time to time they looked into the distance of the hallway, wondering what was waiting for them.

Suddenly, some slight sound was heard with their sensitive ears, and they hurriedly raised their rifles, carefully on guard.

"It's me, don't shoot!"

In the distance, a figure appeared in the hallway, wearing the same uniform as theirs, and walked into the queue.

"Captain......

Someone was impatient to ask something, but at the beginning of the sentence, he lost the ability to speak under an inexplicable nervous oppression, and could only use excited and flustered eyes instead of mouth to ask.

The captain, who came back from nowhere, nodded heavily, and settled everyone's hearts.

He glanced at the closed door, lowered his eyes quickly, and lowered his voice: "The Grand Duke Louis personally promised to ...... me"

As the captain whispered softly, all the members of the Praetoriani couldn't help but breathe heavily.

After a whispered conversation, the Janissaries of the Emperor's guards agreed to rebel against the Emperor, whom they were supposed to protect, and kill him.

So, after the final discussion, two team members wearing bulletproof armor and holding riot shields stood in front of the double leaf door as the captain's color indicated.

With the screeching sound of shields pounding against the door, the rebellious Praetorian Guards, under the cover and onslaught of the two heavily armed Praetorian Guards, burst into the small ball hall with their guns in hand, and locked down the Sovereign to whom they were supposed to be allegiated.

Charles D. Britannia, the tall and mighty man, was now standing with his back to them, and the luxurious red cloak embroidered with gold thread, which symbolized the supremacy and power of Britain, was facing them, like a red-hot spike, which stimulated them so that they did not dare to pay attention.

And the man who was nominally the noblest man in Britain was now watching intently at the television, the huge LCD screen that hung from the wall of the ball hall.

A large tank with a twin single-turret painted in army green is rumbling over the ground.

This one-of-a-kind twin-mounted gun design, massive and heavy body, four independent tracked power compartments, and rugged and hideous styling undoubtedly mean the king of the world's ground forces: the Apocalypse Tank.

Looking at the tall figure who was calm and fearless, the captain of the Royal Guard gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and said loudly: "Surrender, Charles!" If you are willing to surrender, Your Majesty Louis ......"

"Quiet."

It was a very flat, somewhat impatient voice.

The man, Charles D. Britannia, reprimanded in a nonchalant and unquestioning voice: "Don't disturb me watching TV. ”

The captain of the Royal Praetorian Guard opened his mouth wide.

The members of the Royal Praetorian Guard also opened their mouths wide.

They really couldn't believe that at such a critical juncture of rebellion, this man, who was the first target, was indifferent to the imminent rebellion, and was instead watching TV intently?

The captain glanced at the television and saw that it was a military documentary about the Chinese Empire, a feature documentary filmed by the Britannia-Broadcasting-Corporation's documentary channel.

…… Isn't this man crazy?

The captain guessed with some uncertainty.

Despite this, he cautiously raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed it at the man. Whatever his schemes, as long as he is at gunpoint, there is nothing to fear.

"Surrender! Your Highness Charles, you have already lost, or ......"

Charles sighed, he finally turned his head, looked at these poor fellows, and said flatly: "The first thing you did when you came in was not to shoot at me, but to persuade you to surrender?" Uncle Louis specifically instructed you to do so, right? Unfortunately, his greed doomed him. ”

The captain's heart thumped!

Before he came, the Grand Duke of Louis did tell him that Charles must be captured alive and that he must not be allowed to die. It was a death order, and for this reason the Grand Duke Louis did not hesitate to coerce him.

You must know that in this kind of rebellion, any point of power balance is very important, as long as you can pull a force into your own camp, it is worth paying a big price, and even if it is neutral, it is better than pushing the other side into the enemy camp.

And the Archduke Louis, who was a rebel, did not hesitate to exert favor on him at such a critical juncture, but also to keep Charles alive......

The captain knew that the water was deep, so he instinctively refused to investigate.

Anyway, as long as the order is completed, as for the secret or something...... It's not a good thing to know too much.

"Uncle Louie, he was indeed very clever, and he was aware of the secrets hidden within the British royal family through the ages." Speaking of this, Charles suddenly sneered: "However, it's a pity that Uncle Louis ...... Not smart enough. ”

A trace of uneasiness came over the captain's heart, and in the midst of his unclear horror, he unconsciously saw Charles Britain's eyes.

"Uncle Louie, he's got one thing wrong."

An ominous red shimmered in the eyes of all the members of the Royal Guard.

"It is not the one who gets the crown that gets the secret, but the one who gets the secret gets the crown."

Charles Britain's eyes glittered with a scarlet flapping bird.

He asked in a cold voice, "What do you think?" ”

The Royal Praetorian Guard knelt on one knee in unison and said feverishly, "Yes, your-majesty!" ”

Charles had an indifferent face, looking sideways at the blue sky outside the window.

"Counting the time, it's time for Mariana to take Uncle Louis's head, right?"

After foreshadowing and brewing in advance, through this rebellion, the forces in the country that would become obstacles jumped out one after another and stood in one place. It gave me a reason to clean them up, and I also saved the energy of picking up mice......

-- This is also known as luring the snake out of the hole.

Turning, the new Emperor of Britain, Charles D. Britain, thought as he walked forward.

There's a lot of business ahead of him.

Da, da, da......

A pair of women's knight boots kicked the ground, and from the slightly hurried footsteps, you can know the suppressed impatience in the heart of the owner of the footsteps.

Marianne Peloki walked through the ruins of the Pendragon Palace, ignoring the wreckage, bullet marks, smoke and blood around her, and the young girl was now only concerned about one thing.

Your own lord, are you okay?

"Your Majesty!"

In the rising black smoke, the girl desperately called out the name of the master she was supposed to protect.

"Your Majesty Charles! Where are you?! ”

On the sword she held in her right hand, blood was dripping down. The other hand hung down, as if unable to move, and the elbow of the white knight's suit was red with blood. It was a wound from a confrontation with the best knight in the country. I might be able to move with some treatment, but I don't have the time to do that anymore.

The girl walked through a cloister littered with gun-marks and cracks in the walls. Although she was injured, her movements were not disordered in the slightest. The wind blew away her long black hair, and a razor-sharp gaze on her beautiful white face was revealed.

Then, a calm, powerful voice responded to her anxiety.

"I'm here."

Along with the sound, there was also a tall figure around the corner.

"Your Majesty!"

The girl jerked an arrow and stopped in front of Charles, so that the girl's heel made a screeching sound against the floor.

The girl first took a closer look at the Royal Praetorian Guard behind Charles, and then showed a clear expression, and then said to her lord: "It is the responsibility of the ministers to fail to save Your Majesty from danger in time. The head of Archduke Louis had been taken by his subordinates, the rebels had been torn apart, and the Fifth Knight, Bismarck Waldstein, was organizing a counteroffensive. It's still very dangerous here, so please leave the palace quickly with my escort. ”

Inadvertently, Charles, who had been silent, suddenly spoke:

"Your injuries."

"Huh?"

Mariana looked up in astonishment, and saw that the Emperor's gaze was resting on her left wrist.

"Cut off? Sixth Knight, did you cut down the first knight, the strongest knight in the empire? ”

Mariana's eyes widened in astonishment, and before she could say anything, Charles told the truth in a very bland tone, but not allowing any dissent.

"Speaking of the Knights of the Round Table, the strongest knight legion in Britannia, the only one who can hurt your hand to this extent is that guy. He is the only other sword worthy of the glittering Mariana. ”

It's just that in exchange it was his life. Known as the strongest and tallest knight in Britannia, the man who had betrayed the monarch was now lying in a corner of the palace, surrounded by flames. He still had the other sword that Mariana had lost in his chest.

Mariana lowered her eyes slightly, and the Emperor's gaze turned away from Marianna to the Royal Janissaries behind her, who had fallen into a state of uncontrollable frenzy. Only a few hours ago, they were supposed to defend the Emperor's guards to the death, but they rebelled because of Louis's public offer, as if their own emperor was just a bargaining chip in their hands, and like their Roman predecessors, they did not spoil the word "praetoriani".

"Intrigues, desires, self-satisfaction, betrayal, the country is still the same, it's all lies. Even the Knights of the Round Table, who had the supreme honor of protecting the Emperor, pointed their swords at their lords. ”

Charles's slightly open mouth sighed again.

"Loyalty is only because the price of betrayal is not high enough."

It was very rare for this man, who had always been full of faith and majesty, to utter such sad words, but his feelings Mariana also understood, because it was clear that this was not the time for such a thing to be done in this country.

Indeed, Charles was not a particularly high-ranking royal family among the many heirs to the throne. On the surface, it was only with the strong hope of the first emperor and the strong support of the emerging middle class and conglomerates that he could inherit the throne. As a result, he was disgusted by a part of the conservative royal family and the great aristocracy. But how did this discontent turn into such an inefficient riot? How could neighbouring countries miss this golden opportunity to interfere in Britain's internal affairs? Even the Knights of the Round Table, who pride themselves on guarding the Emperor, took part in this foolish plan.

A bunch of idiots!

Mariana made a judgment in her heart.

"There are both external worries and internal troubles, and the pace of the country's demise has once again taken a big step forward. Don't you think so, Sixth Knight? Charles continued.

Mariana lowered her eyes, bit her lip, and shook her head resolutely.

"No, I'm still here, and the Fifth Knight, Bismarck Waldstein, and the V.V. and C.C., we're all here, Your Majesty."

"So, Mariana." Charles looked at her deeply, "Come to me." ”

"Huh?!"

Surprised by the unexpected words, Mariana raised her head again and looked up at the emperor in front of her. It was such a critical moment, but the girl's face was all red. For the first time, the emperor did not call her by her first name, but by her first name. It's really only the first time since a non-commissioned officer slowly climbed to the Knight of the Round Table.

"That's, that'......"

Just as Mariana was about to ask, she immediately understood what the Emperor meant by the man's words, what hopes he had for him, what the man wanted to say to himself.

The girl's earlobes are even hotter, and at the same time, this also truthfully reflects the girl's own thoughts.

Shocked, confused, ashamed, confused, in the whirlpool of emotions that swirled and swirled, finally Mariana's face showed unwavering determination, and she bowed her head vigorously.

"Your Majesty obeys the Emperor's orders."

The Emperor's gaze fell on Mariana again, and in the silence, a sad look flashed in his eyes.

"Maybe you'll regret it."

That is, it can be said that the man meant that he did not intend to be coercive, but Mariana shook her head.

"Nothing else. I will always be by His Majesty's side. ”

"Is this also your own happiness?" Charles smiled faintly for the first time, "What a bold statement." Mariana, that's you. ”

"Yes, my majesty."

In the smell of gunsmoke and blood, the man slowly stretched out his hand, which was a little clumsy, rough, and stiff, but it did convey the profound meaning contained in it to the girl's hand.

At this time, in this place, the man and the girl made a sacred covenant.

It was May 6, 1997 in the Holy Britannian Imperial Calendar.

In the largest royal struggle in British history, known as the "Blood Emblem" incident, 2,500 people were arrested, six of the eleven Knights of the Round Table were killed, three were arrested, detained and executed, and tens of thousands were liquidated. The curtain gradually fell, and the ensuing victor of the struggle, Emperor Charles, took a maiden concubine, who was one of the Knights of the Round Table, which seems to be a trivial matter in the scale of the whole event.

However, this is where it all began.