The atmosphere suddenly became much more serious, and solemnity filled the entire hall.

Metternich Leopold looked around the hall with his piercing gaze, then turned back to Archbishop Innocent beside him, bowed slightly, and bowed respectfully to Conod before retreating.

"Give me mouth, hands, soul and authority with the Holy Cross, and I will question them here!"

Pushing away the young priests who were supporting him on both sides, the emaciated Archbishop Innocent barely supported his body with his scepter, and everyone around him trembled for fear that the old man would fall.

"Humble farmer from Saklan, who do you serve as king?!"

The voice is deep and the demeanor is solemn.

There was a deathly silence.

The black-haired wizard couldn't help but look sideways, and a group of Sakran nobles dressed in gold and silver turned their heads in the same direction very tacitly, with strange expressions as if they wanted to speak and stopped.

I saw Brandon, who was rolling his eyes, pushed away the fat man who was blocking in front of him, sighed tired and helpless, and knelt down on one knee in front of the steps of the throne: "We take the son of Eckhart, Conrad de Salion, as king!"

"Sailors and wizards of Ebolden, who is your leader?!"

"Your Excellency the Honorable Archbishop...... Master Corona, who was surrounded by the Royal Wizarding Academy and the leaders of the Chamber of Commerce, slowly bowed: "Our leader is only one person, and that is the son of Eckhart, Conrad de Salion!"

"Men of Arles, who is your commander?!"

"Naturally, the son of Eckhart, Conrad de Salion, His Excellency the Archbishop. With a wolf-like smile, Nolan Ode showed his fangs and bowed very naturally.

"Hunters of Lothair, mountain people of Elems, who is your lord?!"

"It's Eckhart's son, Conod de Salion!"

Yuri Wirtz, Duke of Ellemont, with a serious expression, didn't say a word of nonsense.

"It's Eckhart's son, Conod de Salion!"

It's obviously the same sentence, and Yuli and Lu Wen have completely different effects when they say it.

"Horseback people of Boy, knights of Byrne, who do you designate as your co-master?!"

"Son of Eckhart, Conrad de Salion!" said Salika Jonah exclaimed, "I want to try the guy who is not sharp with the Boi Knife, do you want to try to nominate another one?!"

This cunning Archduke with a scimitar... Yesterday she was going to nominate Fetronay de Salion.

Feeling the gaze that began to converge towards him, the black-haired wizard who was secretly pulling the corners of his mouth did not hurry or delay, and said solemnly: "The knights of the Thirteen Lords of Byrne have unanimously elected the son of Eckhart, Conod de Salion, as our co-master. ”

The moment the words fell, Loren could clearly hear a long sigh of relief in the hall.

Although they knew that the dukes had made an agreement with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince "in private", the agreement was only an agreement after all, and there was still a chance to deny it;

"Within the Empire, all the realms have been submitted, from Lothair to Byrne, and have returned to de Salion. I saw the old man turn around tremblingly, his aging and dim eyes staring at Conod's face:

"Conod de Salion, would you like to take an oath?!"

When the words fell, all the nobles of the imperial capital held their breath and looked at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince without squinting.

The dark-haired wizard squinted, his gaze swept over face after face, and finally fixed on Conod's body.

The serious Yuri Wirtz, the heroic Ruwen Fried, and the rolling Brandon still look unconvinced;

The dismissive Salika Jonah, the thoughtful Nolan Ode, and the Sakran nobles with a happy face and as if they had won someone.

Only Conod frowned, dressed in a military uniform, as if he weighed a thousand pounds.

For a moment, Loren understood why he was so willing to compromise with him.

“...... A person's life should have an 'ultimate goal', and everything else must be served for it......"

“...... I can only see the people in front of me, and I can never understand what it is like to see people in forty years, and what kind of thoughts they will have......"

For Conod, the continuation and succession of the empire and the preservation of the prestige of the royal family of de Salion... Probably his "ultimate goal", right?

Born to be a king, the trajectory of life is destined from the moment of birth, there will never be his own likes and dislikes, only the interests of the empire, and for a "ultimate goal", he will sacrifice everything he has.

Compared to Conod, Brandon... He is more like a noisy "unfair", casual and presumptuous child who will never grow up.

"Poof!"

Connad de Salion knelt down on one knee, looked up at Archbishop Innocent, and pressed his right hand to his chest:

"I do. ”

"Do you... Willing to inherit the great deeds of the previous emperors... Inherit them... For the Empire... Sacrifice everything, will?"

Archbishop Innocent, who was on crutches, asked intermittently with an increasingly reluctant gesture.

"I do. ”

Two simple words, the sound that echoed in the hall seemed to have weight.

Archbishop Innocent nodded, a smile of relief on his old and tired face.

The young priest on the right hurriedly held a wine glass in both hands, and the sterling silver cup was deliberately shaped into the shape of a holy cross.

Stretching out his right hand with difficulty, Archbishop Innocent trembled and dipped his fingers on the rim of the cup, the clear spring water wetting his fingertips.

Conod, who didn't blink his eyes, let the archbishop flick on his forehead.

"Take thy head and receive holy water;"

The priest on the left handed a short blade made of pure gold to Conrad, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who did not look at it, grasped the blade without hesitation, and the bright red color dripped onto the precious white carpet at his feet.

"With your flesh and bones, with your blood;"

Bright red blood continued to drip down, and Conod, who let go of the blade, pressed his right hand, which was already full of red, to his chest.

"Knock ————!!!!"

With the sound of shaking the entire hall, the palace guards on both sides opened the main entrance of the main hall.

Fitlonay de Salion, draped diagonally, stood outside the door, resting on a gold-rimmed cushion held in his right hand.

Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess, who was expressionless, held the sword in one hand, held the ring in one hand, walked through the hall, through the crowd, and walked up the stairs step by step.

The beautiful figure passed by everyone like a breeze, but all eyes were not focused on her, and they all stared at the indescribably simple iron ring.

There are no gold or silver inlays, and the shape is simple, except for the Mithril coat of arms engraved with the Iron Crown, which is rough and looks like a toy that children have made out of their hands.

But it's significant.

Archbishop Innocent, who let go of his cane and stood up almost with perseverance, staggered from the cushion and picked up the "iron ring":

"With thy hand, bestow heraldry!"

Conod, with resolute eyes, raised his blood-stained hands and took the ring from Archbishop Innocent's hand, and almost at the same time, the young priests on both sides immediately stepped forward and hurriedly supported the archbishop, who was almost down.

Under the watchful eye, in the eyes of all those who held their breath, Conod put on a ring for himself, faced everyone, and slowly got up.

Look around at the crowd.

In that moment, Loren was sure that he had heard more than one sigh.

That's right, according to the ritual process I heard from Brandon and the Minister of the Seals, there should be a "crown in your name".

But that symbolizes the imperial power of the Sakran Empire, the "Iron Crown" that has been passed down for twelve generations... Already on that night of the assassination, turned into the trophy of the Azorean elves.

According to Metternich Leopold, it was not without a crown that was originally used as a compromise or substitute - many of the supreme emperors of the past generations have cast new crowns to celebrate some major victory or event.

Especially the 10th generation "Dragon Queen", who has almost as many crowns as her shoes.

But Conod refused.

He directly ordered this ceremony to be removed from the process, not even to mention it, and to wait until the "time is ripe" to hold a new crown ceremony... The purpose is self-explanatory.

Feeling the increasingly solemn atmosphere in the hall, the black-haired wizard's expression became a lot more serious.

"O person who is soaked in holy water, bathed in dragon blood, and wears a coat of arms, you are already the master of the Heavenly Dome Palace, the emperor of the empire, and the only king in this world!"

"You are the shepherd, the navigator, the commander of the army!"

"And the multitudes shall shout thy name, as they ought to do;"

"This life will accept your sacrifice and bless you for it... Until the end of the mission. ”

"The Holy Cross bears witness to the end of the twelfth generation today, and Connad I and the thirteenth generation, starting today......" Archbishop Innocent, who cried out with his last strength, gasped and then took a deep breath:

"My Emperor Is Dead......

"Long live my emperor——!"

The moment the words sounded, the Minister in Charge of the Seal and the Imperial Cabinet led the entire hall knelt down on one knee in unison.

He bowed his head respectfully and pressed his right hand to his chest.

"Long live the Sakran Empire——!!!! long live our Emperor Connad I——!!!!"

Amidst the shouts that resounded through the hall, the dukes who were still standing still plus Brandon either reluctantly or solemnly bowed their heads slightly, and pressed their chests hard.

"Long live the Sakran Empire——!!!! long live our Emperor Connad I——!!!!"

Listening to the sound of the hall trembling in his ears, Conod's face remained unchanged, his brow furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of the door.

Could it be that ... What was he waiting for?

A look of astonishment flashed across the black-haired wizard's face.

In the next second, a figure that suddenly burst into the hall confirmed his guess.

In the midst of the shouts and praises of the crowd, a hurried palace guard suddenly played the stairs from the edge of the hall, and before the anxious figure could get close, he was stopped by the noticing Minister of the Seal.

"Is it urgent information?" Metternich Leopold quietly stopped the guard and quietly pushed him aside: "As you can see, the ceremony is still going on, and any important events can be ...... later."

"Metternich!"

Conod's voice sounded faintly, and his gaze came: "Let him come." ”

The hall suddenly fell silent.

Feeling the gaze of the new emperor behind him, the minister who sighed had no choice but to wave his hand to let the people on both sides disperse, and let the guard walk up the stairs.

The solemn-looking guard felt the eyes of the whole hall, so nervous that it was difficult to even walk, and with a twitch of his throat, he took a piece of paper from his bosom and took it on one knee.

Connaught took it slowly, paused for a moment, and opened it on the spot.

The nobles, who gradually got up, looked at His Majesty the Emperor with surprised expressions, and the letter in his hand.

What exactly is the intelligence... How important would it be?

The tense atmosphere lasted for a full minute with the motionless Conod.

A minute later, Conrad I, with an indifferent expression, finally raised his head slowly, and his sharp eyes were like a lion inspecting the territory, scanning around the main hall.

"Subjects of the Empire, need not be nervous - this is just a letter from afar, a long-time friend of mine, congratulating me on my coronation as Emperor. ”

"An ill-timed congratulatory letter... That's all. ”

No, it's not.

The black-haired wizard furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Conod was lying, and who else could have paid so much attention to a congratulatory letter at such a time, a lie so clumsy that it was so obvious to everyone, "I'm just going to lie to you."

But the atmosphere in the hall was peaceful, and even the Minister of the Seals, Metternich, took the lead in applauding, congratulating His Majesty on having a friend who had always been so loyal to him, whether it was the Crown Prince or the Emperor, who was still treated as before.

The nobles of the imperial capital also applauded one after another, with a flattering or "loyal" smile on their faces, and the voices of cheers and admiration came and went.

It is impossible for them not to know that there is something wrong with the letter, but they prefer to believe that it is not true, that their emperor can solve all the problems invisibly, and let everything go as it should be—at worst, this is why they elected Conod as emperor.

In a huge empire, there must always be an individual who holds all the power and carries all the burdens.

Connad de Salion, he's the perfect fit.

In the oppressive atmosphere, the newly crowned Emperor Conrad stood in front of his throne again, his red eyes as cold as iron, and swept through the hall again.

"Today I received his congratulations from a friend, and next year I will show him that his congratulations are justified. ”

"He believed in me, and I... I believe that our empire, which has survived thirteen generations and has survived repeated monster invasions, will never fall because of a turbulent catastrophe. ”

"Therefore, as the new Emperor of the Empire, as the beginning of the thirteenth generation, the first order I have to announce... It was the Sakrand Empire, officially declaring war on the Azorean elves. ”

"The Empire has entered a state of total war——!!!!"