"Da! Da! Da! ”

The dense sound of horses' hooves was accompanied by splashes of dirt.

A squadron of 50 pikes, guarded by two richly dressed noble men, galloped towards the Hufflepuff Lords in the middle of the Rhine border.

"Everyone, stop!" Suddenly, the eldest of the two noble men waved his right hand at the surrounding cavalry and shouted loudly.

At the moment when he gave the order, the entire team braked sharply like a car from the Celestial Empire, and everyone stopped, except for the wheezing of the horses, there was no other noise. The entire cavalry team appeared capable and elite.

At this moment, there was a rapid flapping of wings in the sky.

A brown magic finch with a pointed tail, with a buzzing call, landed lightly on the shoulders of the elderly noble man.

The aristocratic man expertly pulled out a small piece of cheese from his purse and fed the petrel as he removed the dark green note tied to the petrel's leg.

"Dear Lord Charles, what's going on?" The young nobleman beside him was a little puzzled and asked him in a respectful tone.

"Here's news from little Orkney, Felix." Old Charles opened the note, and the contents made him frown slightly.

"Oh?" Felix guessed.

"Is there anything Governor Orkney has to explain? Could it be that the group of guys from the royal capital arrived first? He did not dare to call the Governor of the Rhine County Little Orkney in the same way as Charles, after all, compared with the old Charles, the uncle of the Earl of William, he was only the second son of a hereditary viscount without the right of inheritance, and his status and connections were far inferior to that of the Governor of Orkney.

Old Charles carefully read the note several times, and only after confirming that there was no missing content did he answer.

"Not really! It's just that the heir to the title of Baron Hufflepuff has changed. ”

"The young man we know well, who has become a full-fledged mage, decided to travel, and he renounced his inheritance."

"How is this possible!" Felix exclaimed in surprise, "That's a hereditary fiefdom!" It's just a trip, why do you need to give up your title? ”

"It may have something to do with the civil strife that preceded Hufflepuff." Old Charles returned to the road.

"However, this matter is very tightly sealed by Hufflepuff, and we don't know the details now."

After listening to old Charles's words, Felix flicked his whip angrily.

"Civil strife?"

"Damn, it must be the traitors of those royal capitals again!"

"It's not all." Old Charles calmly continued: "Little Orkney told us that the people who came from the royal capital also brought a squad (10 people) of knights. ”

"What!?" Felix exclaimed.

"What do the guys in the royal capital want to do..."

"What do you want to do?" Old Charles showed a sneer under his thick mustache.

"His Majesty the King in the royal capital of Wales seems to want to add a new royal domain!"

There was contempt in his tone.

A trace of brilliant silver fighting aura flashed in his right hand, and the note he was holding instantly shattered.

The scattered fine slag, with a gust of breeze, disappeared into the air.

・・・・・・

Hufflepuff Collar, Patch City.

Today's Patch City ribbons fluttered, and dozens of gorgeous magical fireworks with colorful flame tails slowly flew into the sky.

Then, even in the sunny weather during the day, the bursting fireworks still bloom with dazzling light.

On the square in front of the Baron's Castle, the venue for the succession ceremony has been set up.

The old butler Blake led the envoys of the royal capital and the envoys of the noble council who arrived on time and walked in slowly.

After the meeting, the two groups of envoys talked and laughed and were harmonious, as if there were no serious contradictions behind their backs.

In the hall of the Baron's Castle, Helga looked in the mirror with a depressed look at the beautiful girl in a wide and noble gown.

The tight waist made her really body feel extremely uncomfortable, and she hadn't worn this kind of women's aristocratic dress for many years.

"Sister Helga! Are you alright? "Since knowing that she is Edward's fiancée, Artoria has changed her name to Helga.

Helga turned around and saw Artoria's little head sticking out of the doorway, the golden silly hair on his head was now bent into a question mark, and her two big eyes were blinking at her, at this time, she couldn't see the demeanor of the heroic female knight when she was training with the old butler Blake.

"Poof!" Artoria's strange appearance made Helgar's heart happy, and he almost laughed out loud, and quickly covered his small mouth with his right hand.

"Right away, I'll be ready." Finally holding back the laughter, Helga said in a calm tone.

"Oooh! Edward told you to hurry up! ”

After that, Artoria retracted her little head, but she didn't expect to be careless.

"Bang!" A bang.

The head hit the door frame in the back.

"Ahh It hurts! ”

"Hahaha!" Helga couldn't hold back any longer, and laughed out loud.

・・・・・・・

Helga, who walked out of the castle, raised his head slightly, and under the background of the gorgeous aristocratic women's clothes, he showed the noble and arrogant aristocratic temperament heartily.

Edward stood behind Helga unharmed, much to the surprise of someone with ulterior motives.

The envoy of the royal capital, the king of Wales and the third son of Dayfield, the Earl of the Court, His Excellency Mike, was very surprised.

On his horse's face, which was covered with white foundation, he frowned unnaturally when he saw Edward's appearance.

It seems that inadvertently, hooked the little thumb of the right hand.

A manservant standing behind him came up close to him in tacit understanding.

Mike glanced cautiously at the emissaries of the Council of Nobles standing not far to his right, and saw that they were watching intently at Helga and Edward approaching him.

He scolded softly, "What's going on? How could Edward be okay? I'm not asking you to take that 'corpse peeping' dark necromancer..."

It seems that the reason why the dark mage Rasmussen successfully got involved with Ferex in the first place is also due to this earl.

The manservant replied in a low voice: "There should be something wrong, the Hufflepuff family is a noble family with a deep background and a long heritage. ”

His voice was not apprehensive by Earl Mike's reprimand, but continued calmly.

"There were some surprises, but we achieved our goal, didn't we? Lady Helga to succeed to the baronial title. (Hehe, if it weren't for our time-traveler Edward, your plans would have been ruined by an illegitimate child!) ）

Earl Mike nodded silently, giving up the idea of pursuing it.

・・・・・・

At this time, the baronial succession ceremony has reached a critical moment.

"Britannica, please." Blake, the old butler, shouted loudly in a loud voice.

Hearing the voice of the old butler, old Charles nodded to Felix next to him.

Felix pulled out a long wooden box that he had brought with him.

opened, and in the wooden box, knight's long swords full of gorgeous dragon patterns appeared in front of everyone.

This sword is one of the many training swords left over from King Uther's early years.

In the past, King Camelot of Britain rested his sword on the shoulders of his heir, who knelt in front of the king. How to put it, it is somewhat similar to the rituals of the modern British canonization of nobles in the Celestial Empire.

After King Uther's death, many of the training swords he used were taken by the nobles of the various regions of the English Isles to replace the image of the King of Britain when the next generation inherited the title.

And this one in Felix's hand is one of the few kept in the Welsh Noble Council.

Just as Felix was about to step forward and move on to the next ritual.

"Wait!"

The emissary from the royal capital of Wales, Earl Mike, stepped out first.

"Dear Lady Helga."

"I feel that you should continue your basic ritual with this sword."

In his flat tone, there was a hint of unquestionable firmness.

The manservant behind him stepped forward and opened a long wooden box as well.

A long sword with a simple appearance but a sharp blade appeared.

This longsword is not as ornate as King Uther's training sword, but it is a sword that accompanies the King of Wales, the Blood Knight - Dayfield, who has fought on the battlefield of the Demon Calamity and has drunk the blood of many demons and humans.

As it manifested its true body, the incomparably hot heat of midsummer seemed to have become a little colder in everyone's senses.

"At the same time." After showing the King of Wales' sword of slaughter, Earl Mike paused and continued in an arrogant voice.

"I, son of the noble King of Wales, propose to you today."

"Miss Helga, I don't think you're going to refuse me, are you?"

The entourage behind him stood in a row, and collectively took off their wide robes, revealing fully armed armor, and the milky white fighting spirit burned violently on their bodies.