Sagaro City is still so prosperous, even if the horn of war has sounded, most of the commoners and nobles in the imperial capital only know that the empire has stepped on the horse's hooves of a small principality, in their opinion, this war is no suspense, and the underground casinos are too lazy to open such meaningless gambling plates.

The bustling markets, the revelry arenas, and the bards and intoxicated ladies playing the six-stringed harps in the squares were all the same as ever, except for the frequent ringing of the bell of the Holy See and the solemn entry and exit of the clergy, indicating that the Holy See and the Bloods had already begun to clash in the shadows.

At least the thousands of dark casters who had been chained to the Inquisition's headquarters in Eagle Valley had begun to be numbered in the thousands, and for many years, the executioner slave traders had to spend their days wandering the library to find out how much the living flesh and dead bodies of the dark species could sell.

The sprawling capital city is fast-paced every day.

But even if the sound of neat horses' hooves and footsteps did not interrupt all this, the voices of the living beings stopped in a panic, and the imperial capital suddenly became very quiet, and countless people looked up at the knights galloping at the city gates, and the armored swordsmen who escorted the black carriages to merge with the former.

This murderous aura blew in from the city gates, like a cold wind, and the city guards who came to see it turned around and ran away, and the black lion banner of the Goldmers family fluttered high in the sky, and the blood-red eyes watched everything.

"Is Kellogg here?", a viscount with a dancing girl in his arms in the tavern looked at the army of two thousand men, the battle of twenty years ago still fresh in his mind like a scar.

But his eyes soon widened in astonishment, as did every nobleman who quietly watched the gates, either overtly or covertly.

The gateway to the empire is also the first place to feel the fresh air.

The swordsmen marched neatly, separated, turned, and saluted, and the magnificent carriage with the logo of the head of the family slowly advanced from the separated procession and stopped at the city gate.

The old servant of the carriage bowed down and lifted the curtain, and a girl in a simple black dress stepped out with a tall figure, her right hand clutched the sword at her waist, and her cold and majestic gaze met everyone who looked at her like a knife and gun.

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

This is.. Olwes Goldmers?

They also stepped into the imperial capital in skirts, but they could no longer connect the woman with the saber woman who seemed to have the cold wind and the smell of blood in front of them with the delicate girl like a goddess who glimpsed that day, and the white flower of the empire bloomed in red and black, like gold and iron.

Compared with the surprised commoners, the nobles who watched were a little trembling, their faces were pale, their lips trembled, and some understood.

I'm afraid there won't be Kellogg!murder!rebellion!they thought.

The terrible, majestic lion that had devoured the Titans with its mouth wide open had fallen and been trampled on the soles of its feet, and the woman in front of her, the blood-dripping butcher hiding in the dark, had come to the front of the stage!

Who did it for her? Is it the emperor, or is it a nobleman, or is it an enemy country?

The chorus of the royal band once again disturbed the nobles' thoughts, and they turned back in shock to see that the royal ceremonial order, in its most splendor, was approaching the city gates, and behind it was the blind Holy Knights, the first knights of the Empire, marching with solemn steps.

The holy armor carved with intricate magic patterns is full of famous knights, and although they only have four thousand in number, only the "Knights of the Floating Slaughter" of the Titan Empire can compete with them.

In the high chariot behind the Holy Knights, Emperor Hadi Denpusch was sitting on his throne with a smile on his chin, and to his right hand was the first shepherd of the Holy See, the Patriarch, who was also dressed in a somewhat bloated and luxurious but not worldly white robe that only major ceremonies wear.

Olwes walked to the city gate step by step, and the patriarch also helped Hardy Denpsch to step slowly down from the chariot, and the two sides cooperated tacitly, and when the most magnificent first sound of the Holy Cathedral of the Pilgrim at noon sounded, they had just reached both sides of the gate, as if they had been rehearsed in advance.

The sound of the band continued for a moment, the rain of flowers fell from the sky, Olwes knelt down on one knee in front of Emperor Hardy Dampsch, and her clear and hard voice resounded in the south of the city, "My father, Lord Kellogg, died in the Duchy of Laura, and I am willing to take my father's throne and swear allegiance to Your Majesty." ”

"I didn't expect that the brave and warlike Duke Kellogg would die on the battlefield, I deeply regret it, but the Goldmers family can have an heir like you, and it will definitely not live up to its prestige, come, open the palace of Prince Wilson, and I will personally canonize Alves Aiqing!"

Olwes took the left hand handed by Hardy Dempsch, and together with the Patriarch, stood to the left and right of the Emperor and walked towards the already dusty Prince Wilson's palace, this unimaginable picture was stuffed into the mouths of the nobles like an egg.

This is the first time that the ten major families with deep roots and self-renewal have returned the honor of royal power again after the "Xuanmen Incident" two hundred years ago.

"Is it going to change?"

"No, Lord Viscount, the sun is shining!"

The salute and the sound of people have been engraved in history today.

Olves!

She turned back as if she had heard a call, and Emperor Hadi Dempsch patiently paused and waited for her, the looking back Aiqing, one of the protagonists of the day.

She didn't see anyone, only a myriad of holy and cold masks, like the masks of humans themselves.

She raised her gaze again, and finally saw Elenor waving to her in the midst of the raging crowds, the friend she had made in the imperial capital was blushing, she was pure excitement or joy, but she did not know what the significance of this premeditated meeting was, and how much of a storm it would set off.

But the voice wasn't hers, Olwes knew it in her heart.

"Who are you?"

"The Third Squad Leader of the Imperial Paladin, Alfred. ”

The voice had been like a beacon to dispel her night, and she couldn't remember.

Her gaze fell to the countless armor, the long sword hanging neatly on her waist, she couldn't see, she couldn't see the dazzling light, and the white song like a snow-capped mountain was hidden in the scabbard, who could tell?

We're getting farther and farther apart, Alfred, from the time you refused to carry the blood of Goldmers with me.

Weakness and tears were about to rush over her face in an instant, but she held on to a barrier.

She turned and walked towards the "human avenue" that led to Prince Wilson's palace.

The fiery anthem of the Empire, "The Battle of Dawn", is played, which floats down from the sky, and the priests serve at the entrance of the temple to clear the wind and dust for the nobles with light spells, and the nobles who love luxury and opulence may be the first time in their lives to wear solemn dresses and travel thousands of miles to enter in an orderly manner.

The white steps in front of them seemed to have not been washed away from two hundred years ago, but they walked up the stairs without distraction.

The judges, dressed in white and red robes, stood on a ramp carved in relief, draped them over their coats, which had become thinner with the warming climate, and searched their bodies while examining their souls with their eyes.

It seems that His Majesty the Emperor is serious, and the nobles all think so.

But their steps gradually trembled, not because of His Majesty's "polite hospitality", but because they found that none of the other nine members of the Ten Great Families were present.

Will it be their blood that will be sprinkled today?

They shuddered a little when they thought of the souls who had died on the jade steps under the vermilion gate.

His Majesty's figure suddenly reached the end of the jade steps, smiling at them.

The hearts of the nobles suddenly settled and wept with gratitude, they had never felt that His Majesty's body was so majestic, yet so distant.

"How's it going, Olves, looking down here? We have a better way to rule over our people. Hadi Dempsch looked at the girl beside him gently, and his hand naturally wrapped his arms around her waist.

The soft and tough touch slightly opened his heart like a stubborn stone, and even the sharp and muddy old eyes that were intoxicated with power began to jump clearly.

But the girl's tall body like a swordsman did not fluctuate in the slightest, whether it was trembling or tense, there was not a point, which made the emperor slightly embarrassed to let go of his hand, and suddenly realized that even a political marriage was still a little funny at his sixty-three advanced age.

He didn't know if he was too anxious for Goldmers, or for the girl in front of him.

For the old emperor, his peerless face was far less than one-ten-thousandth of the graceful body under the black light, and he was accustomed to judging things by touch rather than sight.

But the body in front of him is not only a way to regain the dignity lost by the previous six emperors, but also a shortcut to complete the unfinished business of the imperial family two hundred years ago and carve a peerless achievement.

But the girl's unceremonious words soon make him realize that his newfound ally is not a lost dog who has defected to him.

"Forgive your courtiers, that's not all Olman is all about. None of the ten major families had arrived, and even the people from the twenty-four provinces were also side branches of the family, and this scene was even more desolate than what the minister saw in Laura's suburbs. And at the thought of the Titan voice that was about to appear on Laura's battlefield, Weichen was anxious. ”

Olwess turned coldly, causing the Emperor to retract the arm behind her in some haste, and as if she had not noticed all this, she crossed the scarlet threshold and looked back at the hall.