Time rewinds to an hour ago......

"Ridiculous ——!!!!"

The Earl of Angot was furious, his eyes were wide open to Charlotte, and his right hand holding the sword slammed on the table, and the poor round table was already overwhelmed by the old man's "repeated ravages", and wailed in a low voice:

"Charlotte Turin, you're talking about Duke Byrne, this is the Council of the Round Table!

"On the contrary, I am very sensible to present to you, to you a proposal that meets the needs of everyone. The countess calmly raised her gaze and leaned forward slightly in the direction of the old man:

"Yelling, vexatious people... It's you, Count Angit. ”

"You ——?!"

Before the old man could speak, Ayton and Count Bowes of Castle Loyal Soul grabbed him first, and Tris Eckert, who was sitting opposite, was also desperately glaring at Envoy Ang, the hilt of his right hand tapping on the edge of the table to remind him.

This is the Council of the Round Table, and it may not matter if you threaten an inconsequential outsider, but if you draw a sword against a knight lord, the consequences are not just words.

Charlotte Turin, in particular, is still on the chassis of the Red Blood Castle... Guy Anggett, it's unknown whether he'll make it out alive.

"What do you mean?" Holding down Count Angot, Charlotte looked at the others, "What do you think of this proposal?"

"To elect Loren Turin... Become the Duke of Byrne!"

In the dead hall, no one spoke.

In front of the round table, all the knight lords were stunned by this proposal, and their eyes kept wandering between each other, and they sat in their seats at a loss.

"Let me say in advance that this idea did not come to me out of the blue, but it was something I had already thought about – and more importantly, it met all of our requirements. Charlotte let herself breathe as gently as she could, and said calmly:

"First, despite being a side branch, he is indeed a Turin... In fact, he is only a generation behind me, and he is still the descendant of the Knight King;"

"Secondly, he's a knight, and a knight who has actually fought and participated in wars, and how many knights in Lothair and Broken Mountain—how many knights in all Byrne can do it just to come back alive from the north of Broken Mountain?"

"Finally......" Charlotte slowly stretched out her third finger with a solemn expression: "Let Loren become the Duke of Byrne, and you can completely cut off the connection between him and the Heavenly Dome Palace... Even if it was just to keep his position, he could no longer be as loyal to the Heavenly Dome Palace as he had been in the past. ”

"Everything he did for the Red Blood Fortress, for Byrne, and even for the overthrow of the Imperial Governor's rule... It's all in order, and Byrne doesn't owe him anything more!"

The frowning Count Angit was about to say something, but under the gaze of the Count of Stormcastle, he finally stopped talking.

"Sounds good, but ......"

Count Eckert spoke, he shook his head, and turned his calm gaze to the countess: "This is not in line with the system of the Council of the Round Table, and there has never been a similar precedent - in Byrne's history, there has never been a knight king or duke who was elected from other than the thirteen knight lords!"

There was silence before the round table, and all the knight lords had not fully recovered from the shock.

"Thirteen noble knights stand side by side, and elect the most noble one to be king......" sighed, and Ayton Grenwell, who had a wry smile on his face, gritted his teeth and interrupted the silence:

"Sorry, Count Eckert, it seems that our ancestors did not strictly prohibit the nomination of any other than thirteen. ”

The question was a deliberate trap for Charlotte, and Ayton could already guess what she was going to say next.

Charlotte Turin, who has been on a lifelong quest to restore the glory of her Turin family since she was a child... How can it be impossible not to know the story of the knight kings of the past generations?

"Exactly. Sure enough, the corners of the countess's mouth immediately showed an extremely proud arc:

"Æthelwolf Turin, the fourth Knight King of Byrne - he fought a great war against the dwarves, and instead of electing his brother, Edgar, Count of the Blood Castle, the Round Table of that generation, he was elected the new Knight King,"

"The Knight Academy of Fort Fury was founded by Æthelwolf, and the then Earl of Fort Fury, the head of the Knight King's guard, was appointed as the head of the first generation of the Academy;

"Of course I haven't forgotten!" said Count Eckert, who was almost speechless, and spoke again, "but it was only a special case, and we ...... it."

"This time is also a special case!"

Interrupting the words of the Earl of Fort Fury, Charlotte, who gritted her teeth, slowly got up with her hands on the table and met the shocked, incredulous, and extremely complicated gaze:

"Ladies and gentlemen... I know what you're thinking. ”

At this moment, her gaze was sharp, and even many knight lords were suffocated.

"I know that some of you are thinking about me, some of you are thinking of Turin, some of you are thinking of Byrne, some of you... We just need to know it and don't have to say it. She said lightly:

"I don't want to cause a civil war, either the Empire or Byrne, I want to see a united Byrne rally under the banner of House Turin and let the world witness her rise again!"

"So, I have this advice to you, I am giving up the opportunity to become the Duke of Byrne for your sake, you can not worry about facing a man who is too strong, like the past... Governors of the Empire ruled your dukes like that in the past!"

Ayton Grenwell shook his head silently and closed his eyes.

What she really wanted to say just now should be a duke who rules "like the knight kings of the past".

"For Byrne's sake, and for your sake, I've come up with an option as best I can. Charlotte said softly, "It's the best option I can think of." ”

"Or... Are you going to join the hundreds of knights outside in arguing and fighting for the next three days, and finally choose a knight who can 'represent all Byrne' and become my husband?" she sneered and shouted sharply:

"Ladies and gentlemen... We're really not!

The aggressive Charlotte ended the remarks in the most impassioned way, and she sat down slowly with bated breath, nervously scanning everyone at the round table.

The hall fell silent again, and even the most irascible Count of Angit was silent.

Finally, it was Count Eckert who broke the last silence with a tired sigh:

"So... How are we going to get the hundreds of knights out there to accept this result?"

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The moment Charlotte spoke, Loren was completely stunned.

Duke of Byrne?

I?

She's kidding, isn't she? I'm a good spellcaster, a wizard advisor to the royal family, the president of the Wizards Guild... How did you become Duke Byrne?!

But Charlotte's expression was not a joke, she glanced at the counts behind her with different expressions, and then looked around and puffed out her chest:

"The Knights of Byrne ——!"

"All of you know why we are here together, why after three generations, the Council of the Round Table is being convened again!"

"Because of the trust of the Empire, the former governor of Byrne, Gaspar Vain, is an out-and-out infidel! He used his power to poison Byrne for more than ten years, and privately formed a terrible heretical order to mutilate Byrne's faith!"

And finally, that night, he was revealed... The heretical order that led him has captured and destroyed Byrne Cathedral, brutally murdered hundreds of priests and nuns, burned the cathedral to the ground, and even the bishop himself fell to his shameful sword!"

"On that night, a knight uncovered his plot, and a knight, who stood on the altar of the cathedral until the last moment, personally stabbed the thug and avenged the cathedral and countless unjust souls!"

"Therefore, in accordance with the legacy of the previous knight kings, the most noble ......" Charlotte finally turned her head, unable to suppress the smile on her face any longer:

"Thirteen members of our Round Table Council have elected Loren Turin as the next Duke of Byrne!"

"God bless Turin ——!!!!"