Isabel suddenly smiled with relief, and instead of trying to dissuade her, she continued.

"Do you have any plans?"

Arthur frowned and pondered, "Since the most elite troops in the imperial capital are the royal Celtic cavalry, then we must try to avoid street fighting and block the troops of West France on the plains outside the imperial capital.

I think the cavalry should think the same way, so I'm going to support them. ”

Isabel bowed, "Go ahead, kid, I'll figure out a way for you to follow up on the support." ”

Arthur nodded, and then he was about to draw his sword from behind his back, but suddenly, his face froze.

He grabbed the hilt of the sword that didn't exist behind him in a bit of panic.

"What's wrong?" Isabel said.

"I didn't bring my sword." Arthur said with an ugly face.

Isabel didn't give Arthur time to prepare at all, and when she was in Hart's yard, she took a boat directly to the imperial capital, and she didn't have time to bring her luggage.

As a swordsman, the sword is his own hands, which is very deadly.

"Is that so?" Isabel's eyes flickered, "I do know there's a place where there's a sword for you. ”

"Where?" Arthur asked.

"Baal Cathedral." Isabel said, "There's a sword stuck in the high platform. ”

Arthur didn't ask why there was a sword there, he trusted Isabel very much.

He wasted no time, and after saying goodbye to Isabel, he hurried straight to the Baal Cathedral.

"The sword stuck in the Baal Cathedral." Dan on one side couldn't help but say, "Isn't that the Sword in the Stone that chose the Mandate of Heaven?" ”

"What do you think is the reason for his name?"

Watching Arthur leave, Isabel muttered in a low voice.

"Do a good job. Let's prepare for the new emperor. ”

Because of the arrival of the West Farland army, the imperial capital became extremely chaotic, people fled in panic, and the scene of more than a million people surging was very shocking.

Some aristocratic carriages inside the imperial capital pulled staggering wealth, blocking the main roads.

There was a lot of shouting and quarrelling, and in the commercial district, there were even some hooligans who took the opportunity to smash and loot in various shops, although the secret police tried to maintain order, but to no avail.

Chaos and fear pervade the city, but this is only the beginning.

This is different from Eagle Point, where there are less than 10,000 people.

The population here is in the millions.

But the people here are not united like the Sarcilians, and it is almost impossible to unite and riot like them.

When the West Franconians enter the city, they will be piglets waiting to be slaughtered, and blood and death will be all over the place.

Although Arthur was deeply distressed by those nobles, the vast majority of the city's people were innocent.

They left their fields and came to the city in search of a chance for their families to survive.

They have lived enough to suffer like this.

Arthur jumped from city to city, and soon came to the Baal Cathedral.

Because of the presence of the sword in the stone, the flow of people in the Baal Cathedral has increased tenfold compared to three years ago.

Although it is now at war, the tourism economy of the imperial capital has been revitalized.

Perhaps, all Britannians are desperate for this new emperor with power to appear and break their current status quo.

However, because of the army of the West Francis Empire, the people here have basically run out, but there are still some clergy walking around here in panic.

The Baal Cathedral contains a lot of cultural heritage from the Britannian Empire, and the clergy are urgently moving it to the crypt.

Arthur ignored the men and went straight into the church, where he soon saw the sword in stone stuck in the high platform of the church.

The sword body is halfway in, and looking at the cold glow emitted by the part of the sword body that is still outside, it is enough to prove that this is a good sword.

The gold and gemstone decorations on it are also just right, without a sense of vulgarity.

Arthur liked it almost at first sight.

He walked slowly to the sword platform.

But at this moment, a voice came from the side.

"Who are you and why are you still here?"

Arthur turned his head, and a clergyman in a white robe with a picture in his hand was looking at him with a frown.

He looks to be in his thirties, with a Chinese face, a scruffy beard, and deep eyes.

At the time of the appointment and dismissal ceremony, he was next to Victor, one of the elders of the Presbyterian Church, Hayden, Puni's subordinate.

"I'm here to borrow something." Arthur said.

Hayden frowned slightly, "There's nothing of value here. ”

"What's wrong, Elder?"

A group of clergy also came from the corridor on one side, each holding some materials in their hands.

"There's a kid here who said he's going to borrow something." Hayden said.

"I guess it's a little rascal who doesn't know where he came from, looking for something valuable." Said one of the clergy.

Another cleric looked at Arthur and shouted at him, "Hey! Get out of here, or I'll call the secret police!" ”

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a thief."

Arthur said apologetically.

"I'm really here to borrow something, and I'll return it when I'm done."

Hayden seemed to be about to say something, but Arthur couldn't wait, he turned around and reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword.

Seeing his target, the clergy around him were a little helpless for a while.

I thought where this came from, and I didn't even know the origin of this sword?

There are not millions of people who come to church to try to draw a sword, but hundreds of thousands, and none of them can move that sword in the slightest.

They shook their heads helplessly, and then prepared to quickly transfer what they were holding.

Hayden's brow gradually relaxed, and he was also a little helpless.

"You can't pull that thing out, kid, that's it"

At this point, his voice froze instantly.

The clergy, who were about to leave, seemed to sense something and looked at Hayden.

I saw that his eyes were open, his mouth was slightly open, and his face was full of horror.

The clergy looked at the high platform inside the church with some suspicion, and their pupils contracted slightly.

Although there was some resistance, the holy sword that had not been drawn by nearly a million people began to move slowly outward at this moment, gradually revealing the full picture when the divine envoy brought it.

Their breathing, slightly stagnant.

However, when Arthur was about to pull out the sword completely, he could not pull it out again.

The clergy behind him who were watching all this kept their mouths wide open and stared.

Time, at this moment, seems to stand still.

And at this moment, a familiar voice came from his ear.

"Are you really ready to accept this fate?"

In front of Arthur, Char's figure slowly appeared, still wearing a white, spotless magic robe, and white medium-length hair, with quiet and deep eyes.

On his side, a huge figure of a male master also slowly appeared.

"Teacher! Sonny! Arthur said in surprise.

But suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and looked at the sword in the stone in his hand.

At this moment, he finally noticed the words written on it.

"Whoever draws this sword will be the emperor of all Britannia."

Arthur remembered what Char had said the last time he said goodbye.

He said that as long as he came to the Baal Cathedral, he would know the answer to everything.

Isabel said something similar.

He remembered Char's teaching and guidance to him in the past few years.

Everything seemed to be gradually connected in his mind.

He looked at Char a little confused.

"If you want to change this country, pull out this sword, and you will have the capital to change this country."

Char stared at Arthur.

"Your name is Arthur Britannia.

And your father is the former Emperor Moria Britannia.

Your sister is the current Emperor, Isabel Britannia.

You have the most orthodox inheritance in all of Britannia.

And this sword can also give you theocratic recognition. ”

"Isabel and Alicia are my sisters." Arthur lost his mind and whispered, "You told me when you picked me up from the orphanage that I have three older sisters still alive. ”

Char's words continued.

"You have all the legal principles to become the supreme ruler of this country.

As long as you want, you can always be above 10,000 people.

But "

There was a pause in his words.

"Fate. It's always been cruel.

And as Hart taught you.

When you gain something, you actually lose something.

In the future, you may not end well. ”

Char stared at Arthur, dark eyes with an inexplicable depth.

"You still have a chance.

Whether or not you really decide to accept this fate. ”

Arthur looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand, and he did not let go, but fell silent.

After a moment, he asked.

"In the future, have I succeeded in changing the country?"

Char smiled, and he nodded, "Yes." ”

After a pause, he continued.

"Are the slums gone?

Have the people at the bottom gained the dignity they deserve? ”

"It's not something that can change overnight, but."

Char's words paused, and his eyes flickered.

"You're going to lay a solid foundation for all of this."

"In that case, that's enough."

The young man, with short flaming red hair and sky-clear, gentle green eyes, smiled firmly at his mentor.

The smile was so sincere and gentle.

His answer was so simple and serious.

Since the people will receive the dignity they deserve in the future because of him.

Then the unhappy ending may be just for him.

That being the case.

That's enough.

Char's eyes wandered, and time began to flow at this moment.

The eyes of the clergy behind him gradually regained their clarity, under their horrified eyes.

The boy pulled out the holy sword without any hesitation!

The ruler of Britania was born at this moment!

(End of chapter)