There was an uproar——!

Almost all of the knights in the hall were furious, and even the few closest to the black-haired wizard had drawn their swords, blood already piercing their eyes.

"Bell ——!"

Before the enraged Byrne knights drew their swords at the black-haired wizard, Count Eckert, who suddenly got up, slammed his sword on the round table and swept the entire hall with a cold look:

"Quiet, what does it look like?!" The lord of the Fort of Fury stood with his sword raised, his eyes shining coldly, and his voice as thick as thunder directly made the knights in the first row who wanted to get up sit back in their seats:

"You're still not a knight of Byrne?!"

Thunder and explosion!

The noisy hall was instantly quiet, except for a few restless whispers.

Seeing that the situation had been calmed down, Earl Eckert lowered his head and bowed slightly to Charlotte on the side, and the countess, who was slightly relieved, immediately threw a few grateful glances at the other party.

Second only to Earl Angit among the Thirteen Lords, and the only head of Byrne's Knight Academy, Tris Eckert had an unrivalled reputation among young knights.

No less than a third of the knights who can step into this hall are his nominal apprentices... That alone was enough to make him feared by all.

"Perhaps you do not agree with what His Excellency Loren Turin has just said... Because I'm the same. Count Eckert said in a deep voice, "But there is one thing he is right. ”

"Conditional... It can't be called loyalty!"

"Since we are all ready to nominate the House of Turin back to the throne of Byrne, there should be no strings attached; It is up to the Duke to decide whether to make peace. ”

"And I, Tris Eckert, believe that whatever the outcome, the golden lion on a black background will defend Byrne's dignity to the death, the son of the knight king... There is no flattery, a villain who loses power and humiliates the country!"

The deep sound echoed in the hall for a long time, and the sound was endless.

"In my own name, I probably can't promise you much... But only that, I can assure. ”

Charlotte, who was also excited, stood up from her seat, and her nervous gaze swept over the knights of the entire hall from the lords in front of the round table:

"In order not to let the lives of Byrne who have been at peace for three generations be ruined, I, Charlotte Turin, will do everything in our power to avoid civil war, but if the Empire really insists on going to war... The Turin family is not afraid!"

The hall fell silent.

The knight lords looked at each other, their eyes kept looking at each other, the counts of the west also withdrew their swords, and the lords of the south, who had been at a loss, were more relieved.

The solemn-faced Count Eckert slowly looked sideways, and his deep voice sounded again:

"Lord Guy Angit, may I ask... Does your loyalty come at a price?"

As the words fell, all eyes turned to the two facing each other again.

Feeling a pair of eyes behind him, the old man with a sword in his right hand burst out from between his teeth: "Yes, boy, it's kind enough, and it's beautiful enough." ”

"Worthy of the sons of Turin!"

"You're great with each other. Ignoring the gaze around him, Loren tilted his neck and stretched out his right hand to gesture at the distance between the blade of the sword and his neck:

"I'm just a little bit better than you. ”

"Knock ——!"

With an angry snort, the old man turned around suddenly, knelt down on one knee like a mountain rock, and lowered his gray head sonorously: "The Angt family of Shanyan Fort will swear to follow the golden lion on a black background to the death, and there is no second word!"

Stunned, surprised, incredulous... These words may not be enough to describe the mood of the count and the knights at this moment.

Only Ayton Grenwell, who was originally shocked, let out a long sigh, and his expression was still gentle.

This wonderful and absurd farce, only he saw the end from the beginning.

He saw how the Count of Angot, who suddenly attacked, aimed at Loren and the Heavenly Dome Palace represented by his status as a viscount of the empire, intensifying the already sharp contradictions;

Seeing how Loren disrupted the rhythm of Count Angot, he somehow led the topic from rebellion against the empire to loyalty, or the "loyalty" of the Lords of Byrne to the Turin family;

The Council of the Round Table, which had originally elected a new duke, suddenly made the election of the House of Turin a matter of course;

At this point, not to mention the election, none of the twelve knight lords dared to have any ideas, otherwise everyone would be punished, and most importantly, no one even dared to use their own vote to ask for any conditions from the Turin family.

Because loyalty cannot be blackmailed with conditions...... With an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, Ayton couldn't help but shake his head.

Loren Turin... Was it a whim-of-the-moment improvisation, or was it premeditated and deliberate?

Either way, he's dangerous, very dangerous.

Turning around, the Count of Stormcastle calmly looked at the black-haired wizard who had just "won a big victory", only to find in horror that he was also smiling at him.

Without hesitation, the head of the Grenville family immediately showed a friendly smile, and did not forget to bow his head slightly in respect.

"The Banner Gun Castle will fight for Turin, without saying a word!" said Count Salald, who suddenly rose to his feet and pushed his chair away on one knee, while Count Elendil followed, drawing his sword as well:

"The Tower of the Broken Sword will fight for Turin, God bless Turin——!"

As the counts of the west expressed their positions, the knight lords who were still waiting finally no longer hesitated, and there was a noise in front of the round table:

"The Petronas Twin Towers will fight for Turin, God bless Turin ——!"

"The Rainbow Bridge will follow to the death, God bless Turin ——!"

"The City in the Lake is willing to serve the Red Blood Castle, God bless Turin——!"

............ The lords were one after another, and Charlotte quietly looked at the counts who knelt down to her, her blinking eyes as if she could no longer contain the excitement in her heart.

Until she turned her gaze to the last person.

Smiling slightly, Ayton Grenwell, who was caressing his chest with his right hand, knelt on the ground, looked up at the countess, and looked at the countess with a sincere gaze: "The wine and sword of Storm Castle belong to the golden lion on a black background, God bless Turin——!"

"God bless Turin——! God bless Turin——! God bless Turin——! God bless Turin——!"

The shouts continued in the hall like a tidal wave, and Charlotte, who sat in her seat, had her cheeks flushed, and she had to do her best not to tremble.

She didn't even dare to stand up at once, lest her feet lose her majesty, and the roar of the knights shook the whole hall, as if the frescoes overhead had come to life again.

I... I did it, and what I lost in Roland's hands was finally taken back in my hands, father......

"Bang ——!"

At this moment, the door of the palace hall was suddenly slammed open, and the hurried butler of the Red Blood Castle broke directly into the hall, his nervous expression making his cheeks twist slightly.

With his intruding figure, the atmosphere that was eager just now suddenly became much colder.

Count Eckert, who took the initiative to step forward, took the envelope from the pale Charles, and when he saw it, his eyes shrank suddenly, and he walked directly to Charlotte and said in a deep voice: "We must discuss this as soon as possible!"

"How the hell is ......?"

Charlotte, with a blank expression, took the envelope, and the next second she stood up from her seat suddenly, her eyes widened nervously, and she nodded at Count Eckert.

The rest of the counts looked at each other, nervous or confused, whispering to each other as they guessed what had happened, and passed the letter from the table.

Ayton Grenwell looked up and looked at his brother with some surprise as his eyes trembled.

"In Byrne's name, everyone except the members of the Council of the Round Table should leave the hall at once——! "Count Eckert exclaimed in a deep voice, "the stakes are high, the knights of the Red Blood Castle, please close the palace gates, and no one is allowed to enter or leave without permission!"

"Please leave for the time being, and don't interfere in the rest of the matter. As he spoke, Count Eckert had turned his gaze to the black-haired wizard, and there was no trace of affection in his eyes:

"This is a matter for the Round Table Council. ”

"I understand. Loren shrugged, with a very "understanding" smile on the corner of his mouth, and turned away without hesitation.

The moment Charles came in, he had already seen... It was a letter for help.

Sent from the Duchy of Boi.