The Supreme Hall of Congress in Falosi.

"Dias, why are you old fellow here?"

Count Ranke had just received a letter from His Majesty King Clendo III, which told him to hurry to the Grand Hall of the Supreme Congress as soon as possible.

Recently, Count Ranke learned from his daughter Karana, now Duchess of Blackwood, that something was going on in the Land of Frost, and it seemed to be something related to the uprising.

As the head of the Knights of the Lionheart of Fallosi, Count Ranke thought that His Majesty Clendo III was going to send him to the Land of Frost to quell the civil strife in that country.

After all, Clendo III refused the invitation of the Frost Nation to fight against the demons together, which caused the diplomatic relations between Phalosi and the Frost Nation to plummet.

Phalosi has always maintained a close trade alliance with the Frost Nation, and if Phalossi's alliance with the Frost Nation breaks down, it will be a great loss for the entire Phalosi.

"I don't know, His Majesty is not only anxious about us, you see......"

The name of Dias was a Minister of the Interior, with whom the Earl of Ranke was a close friend in his youth.

Count Ranke's gaze followed the direction pointed by Minister Dias, and in the corner of the Great Hall of Parliament he saw a bishop dressed in a red robe.

"Why haven't these sinister villains left Phalosi yet?" Count Ranke furrowed his already gray eyebrows.

Ever since Count Ranke learned that his son-in-law, Duke Kuroki, had died at the hands of the Inquisitors of the Holy Cult Country, he had already blacklisted the Holy Cult Country.

If it weren't for His Majesty Clendo III's efforts to stop Count Ranke, he might have led his knights directly to the Holy Church to fight.

Since that time, it has been rare to see missionaries from the Holy Religion in the country of Falosi, but he did not expect to see a bishop in the Great Hall of the Supreme Congress today!

"The bishop was recommended by the Duke of Farona." Chancellor Dias whispered to Count Ranke.

Count Ranke looked at a man with silver gray hair sitting beside the bishop.

This hair color is characteristic of the Frost Nation of Osta, a diplomatic ambassador from the Frost Nation.

The relationship between Phalossi and the Land of Frost depends largely on how the Duke reports to the King of the Land of Frost about the situation of Fallosi.

Count Ranke glared at the bishop, who could not come forward to trouble him because the ambassador of the Frost Nation was talking to him.

"The two countries of Frost and the Holy Cult have been allies in war since ancient times, Count Ranke, please restrain your anger." Minister Díaz also dissuaded him.

"I only know the villain who hides in the shadows."

Earl Ranke blew his beard angrily and sat down in his own chair.

"Minister Dias, isn't it to announce the acceptance of those villains this time when His Majesty the King invited us?"

Count Ranke glanced at the entire hall of the Supreme Congress, this time the number of nobles in the Congress was beyond Earl Ranke's imagination.

Normally, when His Majesty Clendo III convened the Diet, there were about 30 nobles present, which is already a lot, but today the number of nobles present is as high as more than 60.

Representatives of the entire Falosi family who could be called were already present, and even the ambassadors from various countries had found their seats.

"Rest assured, this posture is more like revising the sublime chapter." Minister Díaz said.

The Sublime Chapter is the basis of all the laws of the country of Falosi, and if the king wants to change its contents, it will be a major event that will attract the attention of the whole of Falosi.

Therefore, as soon as Earl Ranke heard that this council might involve the sublime chapter, he could not help but sit up straight.

The seats in the Great Hall of Parliament were gradually filled, and Count Ranke was sure that ninety-nine percent of the noble families in Phalosi had arrived, and it could be said that the people sitting here controlled everything in Phalosi, including every inch of land, every coin, and even a piece of cloth used to weave clothes.

Clendor III sat on the highest throne in Parliament under the gaze of the nobles.

Everyone was nervously awaiting the announcement of Clondo III that would be enough to decide the fate of Fallosi.

"Ladies and gentlemen." The solemn voice of King Crondo III resounded throughout the Great Hall of Congress.

At Crondo III's side, an elderly recorder picked up a pen with dry fingers and began to write on paper every sentence that Clendor III had ever said.

"I'm inviting you to Congress today just to show you something." Clendor III said.

Looking at something?

Count Ranke was slightly stunned, could it be that there was a major breakthrough in the research and development of a certain magic guide machine, or maybe there was a terrifying change in the city of Falousi?

Everyone guessed like Count Ranke that at the wave of Crondo III's hand, two knights slowly walked to the center of the parliament, one holding a primordial hedron and the other holding a table.

The table was placed in the center of the Congress, and the original hedron was placed on the table.

Count Ranke had so far failed to see anything special about the original hedron, neither a powerful magic fluctuation nor an evil aura that made him feel hostile.

A spellcaster stepped out of the crowd and made his way to the center of the Congress, then put his hand on top of the protodron and injected his mana into it.

The protozol, which had been supplied with mana, began to work, and the protozol was aimed at a white wall of the Capitol that had been painted with a special pigment and released a glow.

It was at this moment that Count Ranke understood the role of this original spar, and his daughter Karana had shown Count Ranke a form of performance called 'Movie'.

Count Ranke remembers that the picture in the 'movie' came from a primordial crystal.

"What is next before your eyes is what happened three days ago."

When everyone's eyes were drawn to the light on the wall, Crondo III spoke again.

What happened three days ago? In other words, it is not a stage play, but something that happens in reality?

Count Ranke stared at the light on the wall, and it wasn't long before a picture finally appeared in the light, one that was enough to shake people's hearts.

The sky is covered in scorching clouds, and the ground of the city below the picture cracks, magma gushes out of the cracks in the ground, and the buildings in the city collapse and are swallowed up by the lava.

Which city in Fallosi is this? Earl Ranke's eyes widened as he watched the image look like a natural disaster.

In the next second, a dragon burning with scorching flames flapped its wings from below the horizon.

The dragon landed on top of a building and let out a terrifying roar.

"Me! It's the embodiment of power! ”

What really happened to Falosi? Count Ranke felt that his mind could no longer keep up with the picture before him.