The foul-smelling blood was cleansed, the Glorious Cross Mountain was restored to its rightful holiness, clear water gushed out of the fountain once more, and no human bones could be seen on the white masonry.

The whole city of Turin was filled with cheers and joy, the funeral of a king, and the coronation of a new king, thousands of nobles and lords, generals, and magnates from all over the kingdom gathered in the Chapel of the Radiant Cross, bathed in the light of the gods, and the entire sacred mountain was full of bustling people, who were blocked by the guards on both sides of the road, celebrating it with loud cheers.

With Berion dead, everything was back to normal, and the inhabitants of Turin were so excited that they could not wait to see their new king.

And for the nobles in the hall, all their hard work has finally been rewarded - a bright future beckons to them. Some even can't wait to know what a great reward this "Majesty Anson I" will give his supporters.

Even in the midst of the crowd were many noble ladies who had traveled thousands of miles, and even the princesses of the city-states of the West Coast and Dominica—all knew that the young Majesty had not yet taken a wife, and was at his most vigorous and energetic age.

Heroic, young and handsome, and the monarch of the most powerful kingdom on the entire East Coast, he is enough to make all the maidens flock to him—like all legends.

"If it were by that standard, my story would have ended a long time ago. Slightly helpless, Edward applauded the distinguished guest from afar, and said to the blonde girl beside him with a chuckle: "On the day of the Hague Castle jousting competition, my dear little wife. ”

The flushed Alan couldn't help but even lower his head, making Edward couldn't help but smile slightly - Allen, who had been raised as a knight since he was a child, had no idea about his appearance, so he couldn't talk about confidence. In the face of the princesses of these countries, the princesses will be more or less ashamed of themselves.

But today's protagonists are not them, Edward's eyes look in the direction of the door, the corners of his mouth slightly curled - today's protagonist can only be Anson Marcherus.

In the midst of a pair of excited eyes and the cheers of the crowd, he was draped in the flaming goshawk coat of arms. The little prince, dressed in golden-red gilded armor, walked into the door of the Glorious Cross Church in high spirits, and the almost transparent masonry made a pleasant crunch under the iron boots, making the smile on Anson's lips even more proud.

The archbishop, holding the crown of the flaming goshawk, stood under the statue of the glorious cross, calmly waiting for the little prince to come forward and kneel respectfully before him—and everyone in the hall held their breath for this almost sacred moment.

"Heir to the House of Marcherus, son of Horace, descendant of Levy Marcherus, you have come to this sacred hall. Under the watchful eyes of the Radiant Cross and the world, come and accept this great and noble mission to become the King of Turin, the most powerful monarch on the East Coast. ”

"From the snowy north, to the river valleys of the four seasons, from the desolate Gobi to the bustling harbors, this ancient and glorious land will become an inseparable whole under your rule. The eyes of the Radiant Cross are always on you, Heroic Spirits of the Starry Sky. Bless you forever. ”

"From this day forward, you will be the father of millions of Turinees, poor and noble, who will be your people, from the sea to the land. The archbishop slowly raised his head and looked at the "audience" present: "This person will receive an incomparable burden. And you must be faithfully assisted, but can anyone raise objections?"

Of course, no one would dare to stand up and say such a brainless stupid thing as "I have objections", and the archbishop knew very well that this was just a formality, and slowly lowered his head and took the crown from the hand of the royal knight beside him: "Then under the gaze of the Radiant Cross." I will crown you - the monarch of Turin, the king of the flaming goshawks!"

The little prince, with a smug smile on his lips, quickly lowered his head and waited for the archbishop to put the crown on the top of his head. Then I heard the voice that had been waiting for a long time in my ears: "Rise up and receive the blessings and cheers of all, Your Majesty Anson Marcherus-!"

"God Bless Turin - !!!!"

The royal knights standing in the first row were the first to cheer, and then everyone in the hall began to shout in unison, as if they were really loyal from the bottom of their hearts, whether it was to Anson or to the Kingdom of Turin.

It wasn't until Anson stood up and raised his hands that everyone stopped, expecting what His Majesty's first speech would be like.

"Friends, comrades-in-arms, and, of course, your loyal lords of the kingdom. It is an honor to be here with you to celebrate the rebirth of the old kingdom, and it was not easy for us to defeat a terrible, inhumane and morally inhuman enemy and save our country from a terrible catastrophe!"

"Of course, we also paid a heavy price for this, and many brave and warlike knights sacrificed their lives in this terrible upheaval, and even innocently died by traitors. This was the saddest loss of the kingdom - so that the warriors did not die on the battlefield, but in infighting. Anson's voice was subdued: "We can celebrate with joy now, but they can only sleep in the ground forever." ”

"Among them was me...... My loved one Adele, I don't know how to describe the pain. Anson raised his head solemnly: "I will use her name to build a church on the land of the kingdom to commemorate her, to commemorate a person who can sacrifice himself bravely when the kingdom is in danger!"

Everyone present was moved, and even the princesses of the West Coast, who were standing at the front, wept a little and had to cover their cheeks with their handkerchiefs.

"Their sacrifice has brought us victory - whether it is those who have rebelled against me or those who have supported me, all the heroes who have died in this unfortunate upheaval deserve the respect they deserve. Anson smiled slightly: "And for their actions that have resisted, I will not blame the past." ”

There was a round of applause in the hall - and there were even many who were waiting for this sentence, especially the Turin nobles who had been forced to join Berrion's camp, and the most feared thing was Anson's reckoning with him.

"Of course, even so, there are still many people, many heroes, who have made outstanding contributions to the end of this turmoil. The little prince raised his voice, "And the most prominent of them is my squire, Viscount Edward Witwood, the Knight of the Sacred Tree—come forward, Viscount, and accept the cheer you deserve!"

Amid thunderous applause, the black-haired knight walked slowly out of the crowd and fell to one knee in front of Anson, as if expecting something, but trembling with extreme anxiety.

In Anson's eyes, this was just Edward's excitement: "Without him, this turmoil would not have ended so easily, and I believe that I do not need to dwell on his exploits - in King's Port, in the hills of Marcherus, in the royal palace, he and his army of battle banners fought valiantly, without fear of sacrifice or fearlessness of the enemy, and no one could have done better and more faithfully than Edward Witwood!"

"Therefore, here I am going to grant him the reward I once promised!" When he said this, Anson's expression finally changed slightly, and his eyes struggled a little, but he still made up his mind to say it: "I grant you the title of Earl of Tundra City, the largest territory in the north of your kingdom, as well as all the taxes in this land, and hereditary succession, so that the Blood Cross of the Witwood family becomes the most glorious symbol of the north!"

There was a sudden silence in the hall, but the corners of Edward's mouth curled slightly. (To be continued.) )