The secret that had been buried at the beginning was revealed by Helga at this moment.

"The problem is with the seals of those Tour Masters?" Edward repeated Helgar's words with a solemn expression.

"Yes." Helga nodded, and continued.

"Those Silver Ring Law masters, except for the one who went to apply the seal at the end, who cast the bloodline seal, and the nineteen ring mages in front of them, they all released their best sealing techniques."

"The best sealing?" Artoria frowned lightly and asked in a low voice, "You mean, those silver masters in front of you released no bloodline sealing technique at all?" ”

Helga nodded with a smirk of contempt.

"That's right! This was the collective revenge of the masters of the four major mage organizations against King Uther at that time! ”

Her voice was a little sharp.

"Didn't the other nobles and silver knights stop it at that time?" Walter asked.

The Plague had just ended, and the Silver Knights were not as rare as they are now.

"Block? How to stop it? At that time, the seal had already been laid out. ”

"The Pendragon Family's Holy Sword can only be drawn by those who have the same bloodline!"

"Fighting spirit is not magic, there is no way to add everyone up. The strongest is only a knight of the silver rank, is it possible for one person to break through the seals of so many mages of the same rank? ”

The old butler Blake said in a deep voice: "In fact, the Archduke of Wales and Ireland at that time were already ready to move, and the death of the first king made them unwilling to have another lord who could control their lives. ”

"The former Grand Duchy of Wales and the Grand Duchy of Ireland have now established themselves as kingdoms."

This is well known to everyone, when the Archduke of Wales and the Archduke of Ireland led the army after the catastrophe to return to their fiefdoms, they forcibly promoted Wales and Ireland from the archduke to kingdoms despite the opposition of Wales and other fiefdom nobles.

The main island of England and Scotland, the most powerful and supportive of the British Camelot Kingdom, remained leaderless, and for the decade they could only maintain loose parliamentary autonomy and no interference in Wales and Ireland.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

"I must have overlooked something."

Edward's eyes narrowed slightly in contemplation, and his left hand tapped the table with the clan emblem ring on his middle finger.

"That's not right!" Edward exclaimed, and he stood up.

"Helga, if you were King Uther, would you hand over the holy sword inherited from the throne to the mage who has a grudge against you to seal it up?"

His question sent Helga with a look of astonishment.

Yes! It's illogical. Helga and everyone else in the room had a contemplative expression.

In fact, with their IQ, as long as they have a certain amount of time, they can easily find this huge bug in the plot back then.

"What do you mean, Lord Edward?" As Walter, who is in charge of the intelligence work of the territory, he reacted first.

"All of this was designed by His Majesty King Uther himself?"

Edward smiled confidently.

"Maybe those silver mages at that time were also puzzled why King Yusher would pass on such an important throne relic to let them, the mages who had a grudge, deal with it."

Helga's right hand unconsciously twisted her long hair, which was characteristic of her confused state.

"Edward, why is that?"

She asked, confused.

"It's easy!" Edward sat back down.

"For Artoria!"

"For his only daughter!"

"If there is no delay from the sword in the stone, how can there be time for the young king to grow up."

Edward explained aloud.

King Uther was no different from those ancient monarchs of the Celestial Empire, and from the very beginning, he decided to let his daughter inherit the throne, and he would not consider other candidates at all.

The seals of the magicians were just one part of King Arthur's plan to delay the succession to the throne.

"Ahh

Helga exclaimed.

"If that's what Edward said, then everything makes sense."

Rasmussen, the dark mage, continued.

"Even, Her Highness Artoria was not housed in England and Scotland, which were more loyal to the Kingdom of Britain..."

"It's also because the most dangerous place is the safest place." Edward said with a smile.

"Our King of Wales would never have imagined that the descendants of King Uther would be in his sphere of influence!"

Edward's explanation silenced the entire council chamber.

"But Edward." There was a moment of silence, and Helga asked.

"Even if it's exactly what you say. So how could Artoria, who is now just a full-fledged knight, break the seal set by those silver mages? ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Edward, and when they entered the council chamber, everyone noticed that Artoria's aura had skyrocketed.

"I'll explain that." The old butler Blake replied that as the Silver Knight who had met King Uther in the first place, he had more say than anyone else.

"It's very simple, the first king still has a trace of consciousness sleeping in the body of His Royal Highness Artoria, on the day of drawing the sword in the future, the golden rank fighting spirit essence left by the first king in the sword, feeling the consciousness of the first king in His Highness's body, will naturally break those seals."

"For those Dou Qi Essences left by the Golden Rank, the seals of a dozen or so Silver Mages are really nothing."

Edward nodded secretly.

Remembering the golden markings that poured into Artoria in the envelope in the basement, it must have been a vestige of King Uther's consciousness.

At that time, a weak golden fighting qi that had been placed for nearly 10 years could compete with him, a silver spellcaster.

Then, with a holy sword that stored almost all of the essence of the Dou Qi of the Gold Rank, it would definitely have no problem breaking those silver-level spell seals.

"So, what questions do you have? Helga, everything that should be explained has been explained, let Artoria go to the sword drawing competition in a year's time, do you agree now? Edward asked.

Helga looked around and saw that Walter, Rasmussen and the others around him did not open their mouths to object.

She stood up anyway.

"I still don't agree!"

The girl's voice was serious.

"Why?"

At this time, not only Edward, but even the old butler Blake and others were a little incomprehensible at this time.

"You're thinking too much!"

"I confess that if Artoria really pulls out the holy sword stuck in Camelot's metallurgical stone, not to mention Wales and Ireland, which are already considered rebels, the main island of England and Scotland, she will definitely be king."

Unlike Wales and Ireland, where efforts were made to downplay the influence of the Pendragons, the allusion to the King of the English Islands on the main island of England and Scotland was the king of the English islands, from the high nobles to the common people.

"But our total strength is only three silver levels. Is it powerful? ”

Edward had previously told her that "hating" Bronsky was a matter for his followers, so the girl easily calculated it.

The three silver tiers are not strong, they are quite powerful! After all, on the bright side, the Kingdom of Wales only has 3 or 4 silver ranks.

But note that all this is based on the premise of "on the bright side", and the statistics are calculated.

"After the end of the demonic plague, in the entire English Islands, there are hundreds of silver knights and 20 silver rings!" Her voice was a little cold.

"We won't talk about the Tour Masters, I just want to ask you, where have all the Silver Knights, Wales, but there are nearly 20 of them, gone? The silver-level knight has a lifespan of three hundred years, and he has died in just ten years? Do you think those big guys are like old men, and they are so unlucky to go to sea? ”

"If Artoria were a Silver Knight, I'd agree to let her try. Maybe after absorbing the gold-level essence left by King Yusher's old thing, he will be able to become the second gold-level dignified knight after Yusher. ”

"Now." Helga turned his head to look coldly at Artoria, who saw the hair on Artoria's head bobbing up and down uneasily.

"The little knight of the official rank may be poured in by those gold-level essences in the holy sword, and his body can't bear it directly, and finally he will blow himself up and die!"

"It's going to be like this." Between her fingers, a small ball of fire elemental flew above the round table under the manipulation of her magical power, violently exploding countless tiny sparks.

Sparks drifted slowly down from the sky, reflecting Artoria's pale little face.

Edward was under the table, gently stroking Artoria's small hand.

"Helga, you're wrong about something!" His voice was unwavering.

"How?" Helga looked at Edward with a frown again, "My dear brother, what's wrong with what I'm saying?"

・・・・・・ (A signed, you don't have to worry about eunuchs, although it is a handicap party, it can only be guaranteed to be changed a day, but as long as the author Jun has no accidents in his body, this book will definitely persevere!) ）