The powerful momentum of the ten official knights overbearing the entire inheritance ceremony venue.

Looking at Count Mike in front of him, under the backdrop of ten knights, that arrogant figure.

Damn horse-faced Mike, do you take our noble council for transparency! Poaching people in front of us?

Felix, the messenger of the noble council, held King Yusher's training sword, and his hand tightened in the sword box.

The Council of Nobles, mainly after the death of King Uther, still insisted on its allegiance to the Camelot British dynasty, and only recognized the authority of the ritual election of the sword in stone, and did not recognize the King of Wales as the monarch; The territory was mainly on the border between Wales and the main island of England, and was formed by the hereditary nobility that remained from the time of King Uther.

Until then, Hufflepuff had been a member of the Noble Council.

If Helga is really pressured by Earl Mike this time and agrees to inherit the title with the sword of the King of Wales, it means that the Hufflepuff family will give up their allegiance to the British dynasty and become a vassal of King Defield of Wales and Defield.

The Hufflepuff family has been linked to many nobles throughout the English Isles for thousands of years.

Once such an old aristocrat falls to the royal family, it will put great pressure on the prestige of the noble council.

Therefore, Felix, who couldn't stand it, was about to step forward to argue with Count Mike, when suddenly, the sleeve of his right hand was gently pulled.

He looked back and was stunned, it turned out to be old Charles.

"Your Excellency Charles, why are you stopping me?"

Old Charles frowned, observing the ceremony scene ahead.

"Felix, don't you think the Hufflepuff family is too calm?"

Calm?

Felix looked at the room again.

Yes, after the horse-faced Earl Mike uttered a language that was almost defiant.

Helga, Edward and the others still looked calm and unfazed.

Helga still followed the procedure, ignoring Count Mike, who was half-kneeling on the ground halfway through, with a proud face.

Unhurried, she walked straight up to Felix, raising her head slightly like a noble and elegant swan.

A pair of delicate jade hands raised the training sword left by King Uther, and grasped the gorgeous hilt tightly, the tip of the sword piercing vertically into the sky.

"I swear!" Her crisp voice echoed throughout the ceremony with a hint of magic.

"I will lead the people of Hufflepuff to the country where the Holy Stone is located, the British Camelot, an archipelago in the blue sea under the light of the immortal bird (another name for the sun)..."

In Helga's high oath.

Count Mike, who seemed to have been forgotten by everyone, was still half-kneeling on the ground, and a strong sense of humiliation that had never been there since his birth rose violently from his chest.

"Good, good!" His voice felt like it was coming out between his teeth.

"No one has ever dared to insult me like this!"

Earl Mike's foundation-covered horse face was gloomy, and he slowly stood up.

"So, what else is there to say?"

He turned and picked up the sword of the King of Wales.

The sword pointed at Helga.

"Leave Helga behind, kill all the others!"

The chill in the words rose to the sky.

The ten knights standing behind him instantly drew their long swords, shook the fighting energy of their whole bodies, and rushed towards Helga and Edward.

Hearing Count Mike's cold words, Felix in front of Helga, who was not holding the sword box, quickly stroked the hilt of the one-handed sword that was tightly carried on his waist, and his body was also burning with milky white fighting energy, and he was about to raise his sword to meet him.

But the old Charles behind him didn't move at all, still silently looking at the blonde girl who calmly swore in front of him.

Behind the girl, playing with a few Welsh gold coins in his right hand, a somewhat absent-minded Edward.

Now it's so calm!

Among them, there must be something strange!

Old Charles thought calmly.

Sure enough, when the ten official-level knights were still only ten meters away from Helga.

Edward's eyes instantly turned golden.

A flood of powerful telekinesis emerged from Edward's not strong-looking body, imprisoning the ten oncoming knights in mid-air like eagles catching chickens.

seems to be a strong fighting spirit, but in front of Edward, it is so weak.

His mind was as cold as iron, and his right hand reached out in the direction of the knight's charge, and he shook it violently.

The vast will stirred the magical elements in the air, converging on the bodies of the ten knights, whose flesh bulged out like balloons.

"Bang!"

Ten flesh elemental balloons, exploding at the same time.

At the same time, Helga's oath came to an end.

"・・・・・・, I will faithfully fulfill the obligations of a vassal."

"That's Helga Hufflepuff, Camelot Hereditary Baron of Britain!"

This cruel and bloody scene did not move Helga, and the official mage's mental power separated the blood and water that was sprinkled around him.

The scattered pieces of flesh and blood, reflected countless scarlet lights in the bright midday sun, seemed to celebrate the birth of a new generation of Hufflepuff family rulers!

Helga calmly put the sword back into Felix's wooden box, and smiled slightly at the sluggish Felix in front of him.

"Felix's envoy, Charlester's envoy, a celebratory luncheon is ready in the castle."

It was as if there was no attack by ten official knights around him.

The girl looked back, as if she had only noticed the horse-faced man behind her.

"By the way, and you, Lord Mike!"

At this time, Earl Mike, even if he didn't have that thick layer of foundation on his face, his face would be as pale as snow.

With that, the girl gracefully turned around and returned to the Baron's Castle.

"Let's go!" Old Charles pulled La Felix.

This brought the sluggish Felix back to his senses when he saw Edward's bloody counterattack.

"Your Excellency Charles, was that just now?"

"You're lucky, Felix."

"That's a powerful silver mage!"

Charles patted Felix on the shoulder with a relaxed face.

"Silver-rank Ring Mage? Oh! The king is above, how old is His Excellency Edward! ”

Felix looked incredulous. The Silver Ring Law in its 20s, since the world entered the Second Magic Age, in a long time of more than 3,000 years, there have only been a few such geniuses!

"Although the result was somewhat unexpected, didn't we achieve our goal?"

Old Charles smiled, turned around, and walked into the Baronial Castle.

Yes, anyway, the royal family's attempt to turn Hufflepuff against them has completely failed!

Thinking of this, Felix also became relaxed, followed Charles, and walked into the Baronial Castle.

Because it had long been expected that at the succession ceremony, there would inevitably be a confrontation between the royal family and the noble council. (Although the people of the noble council did not play a role at all this time.) ）

Therefore, the nobles who were friendly with the Hufflepuff family in Rhine County came to congratulate them either in person or sent their respective envoys near the evening.

In the square in front of the Baron's Castle, there are all kinds of luxurious carriages with family coats of arms.

Compared to the daytime luncheon, which seemed a little empty after the succession ceremony, this dinner party was very lively.

Dressed in a slightly solemn aristocratic lady's dress, Helga held elven fruit wine, and some old nobles who came in person and had a good relationship with the Hufflepuff family, exchanging political and business topics in Rhineshire and even Wales.

Unlike Helga.

Well-informed, the nobles who had already found out that at the succession ceremony, Edward showed the strong strength of the silver rank, and they all signaled their girls to gather around Edward.

These aristocratic maidens, too, were happy to know a mysterious and powerful magician, and from time to time they asked Edward questions of one kind or another, causing bursts of laughter in that circle from time to time.

On the second floor of the banquet hall, dressed in a decent female warrior uniform, Artoria's beautiful figure was set off by her curves, she was lying on the railing, puffing out her bun face, and looked unhappily at Edward in the hall below, surrounded by flowers.

"Humph!"

The dull hairs on top of her head stood straight on top of hers.

How can these shameless girls keep them away from Edward?

Artoria thought with some distress.