As the two counts of White Horse Peak and Glorious Tower made their statements, the atmosphere in the entire palace hall was also lifted, and the faces of the excited Byrne knights gradually showed joy.

Many of the knights even began to gather together in small and low whispers, quietly talking, and the silent hall became lively, which was obviously a very good sign compared to the almost suffocating dead silence before.

Even Charlotte herself no longer tightened her face, she looked much more relaxed, and there was even a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Right now... The knight lords of the north and east have already taken a stand, and the only counts left are the west and south.

The black-haired wizard sitting under the pillars didn't say a word, his sharp gaze cut through the crowd and landed on the two men.

Lord of the Rock Castle, Count Guy Angot, and... Ayton Grenwell of Stormburg.

Needless to say, the Grenville family had indisputable prestige in the south, and the knights of the Angot family, which was the western gate of Byrne, were equally unquestionable.

In all of Byrne, only these knights of the West possessed the skills to fight ogres, werewolves, and trolls, and the mountain rock guards wielding two-handed battle axes and swords were once the knights' own soldiers in the Old Kingdom era.

The attitude of the two of them will determine the choice of most of Byrne!

"Lord Ayton Grenwell, I have turned down your request before, even if it was a very rude request......"

What even Loren knew, how could Charlotte, who was the Lord of Turin, not understand, staring at the Count of Stormcastle with a modest expression, and not giving the other party the slightest room to dodge:

"But could you tell us all about Stormcastle's decision?"

The counts at the round table tensed again, and everyone involuntarily turned in the same direction.

Ayton, who was "targeted" by the countess, showed an embarrassed smile, only to see him slowly get up, press his right hand on his chest, and look at Charlotte's eyes with great clarity:

"The blood of the same Knight King, a side branch of the Turin family, let Byrne return to his former glory, and Grenwell of Stormcastle is naturally duty;"

"I believe that none of you here will doubt who the loyalty of the Grenville family belongs to, and of course we will support the ...... of the Knight King."

"Wait a minute——!"

With an indifferent expression, the heavily armed Earl Guy Angit suddenly stopped being silent, abruptly interrupted Ayton's words, and looked coldly at Charlotte beside him:

"Before the little Grenville cub speaks, I have something else to ask you, an old thing. ”

Charlotte, whose heartstrings were tense, restrained the smile at the corner of her mouth, and her expression became serious again: "Count Angt, please speak." ”

It's impossible for her not to be nervous... Count Angit of Mountain Rock Fort was the last of the Thirteen Lords, a contemporary of the Black Duke Roland, and everyone present had to call him "Uncle" or "Grandpa" in terms of seniority.

It was only because the other party had arrived last night that she and Loren had to change their original plans and visit Count Eckert in the Castle of Fury first.

"As you said, this round table council was convened to elect a Duke of the Byrne, and to deal with the accountability of the Heavenly Dome. ”

Count Angot, with an indifferent expression, slowly got up, and raised his right hand like a straight blade, pointing at the pillar on one side of the hall:

"So... Why is this lackey of the Heavenly Dome Palace here?!"

As his words fell, almost all eyes turned in the direction he was pointing.

For a while, the black-haired wizard hiding in the crowd under the pillars immediately became the focus of attention!

The cacophony of chatter filled the hall... Most of the Byrne knights present had come from out of town, and they didn't know who Loren Turin was, at most they had only heard of it, and the knights of the Red Blood Castle who knew the inside story were even more silent.

Charlotte's face turned pale and nervously clenched the armrest of her chair, and Ayton was even more stunned, apparently caught him off guard by Earl Angot's sudden attack.

"Why, don't you dare to stand up?"

Count Angette stood straight, and his spirits did not at all look like that of an old man who was about to be seventy years old, and his face was like frost, and his voice was like a bell: "Do you need me to step forward again before I have the honour to see you?"

"Viscount of the Empire, wizarding advisor to Brandon de Salion, Lord Loren Turin?!"

The black-haired wizard, who had always been silent, tugged at the corners of his mouth and slowly got up, staring at Count Angart without the slightest evasion.

Yes, Loren did think that someone would use his identity to talk about things... Because of this, Loren did not deliberately hide, but sat in this hall openly.

Rather than being caught and found at the door, it is better to stand up above board and in an upright manner.

"Don't dare to be a ......," the black-haired wizard said calmly without changing his face, "It's my honor to meet you, Lord Guy Angette of Mountain Rock Castle. ”

The audience was in an uproar——!

The noise was growing, and even intensifying, as angry eyes shot at Loren from all directions, as if the black-haired wizard was the embodiment of the Empire.

"Very well, it seems that you dare to admit that you are a descendant of the Turin family. Angette swept coldly, and slammed his cloak with his right hand: "Where is the knight of Byrne, drive out this lackey of the Heavenly Dome Palace!"

The noise is still growing, and the cheers of ups and downs are loud.

"Give me ——! quiet"

Charlotte, who stood up suddenly, interrupted the noise with a sharp voice, and a slight flush appeared under her pale face: "This is the Red Blood Castle, the court of the Turin family, and no one will drive him out of this gate without my permission without this qualification!"

"Count Guy Angett, you... Not really!"

"Charlotte, I respect your father, and Roland... The Turin family is kind to me, and I will support you without saying much. Count Angett's face was extremely ugly, and there was a bit of anger in his indifferent tone:

"But if you want to let the lackeys of this empire appear in the hall of the Round Table, I can't agree to it!"

"He's not a lackey of the Empire, he's a descendant of the Turin family!"

Charlotte bit her lower lip, pushed away her chair and stood directly in front of Count Angot, staring at the old man's face with starry eyes:

"On the night that Gaspar Vane stormed Byrne Cathedral with his heretical lackeys, you wouldn't even see the ruins of the altar without him!"

"If it weren't for him, it would be impossible for Gaspar Vane to overthrow Byrne's rule, and Byrne would still be a mess!"

"If it weren't for him, we wouldn't even be qualified to sit here together, you know?!"

"All of us, even Byrne... I owe Loren Turin a great favor!"

Charlotte's expression was resolute, and her sharp voice clearly conveyed every word and every word to everyone's ears:

"As for you... Of course, I have the same respect for you, Count Angot, but please do not call me by my first name, for respect is mutual!"

The old man was completely stunned, his cheeks trembled visibly, and there seemed to be something in his eyes that had been touched.

"You... You, you are indeed your father's daughter, the son of Roland. Count Andriol muttered in a low voice, as if he had experienced it many years ago.

But in the next second, his eyes became fierce again: "But! I still can't accept an Imperial, appearing at the round table that is about to decide Byrne's fate, no matter how much we owe this kid!"

"As you said, Byrne's fate must be decided by Byrne, and the Heavenly Dome Palace must not be allowed to interfere!"

Count Angette turned his head abruptly and stared at the black-haired wizard who was standing there motionless: "Boy, what are you still doing there, are you still ready to make the Count of Red Blood Castle who intercedes for you, and even does not hesitate to fight with me, an old man, even more embarrassing?!"

The hall was silent, a pair of angry and grateful eyes, and the extremely complicated gaze converged on the black-haired wizard.

After a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Loren's mouth:

"Why?"