Thales calmly watched the nobles quarrel openly and covertly, and lowered his head gloomily.
Power, procedures, war, military strength, and the throne.
He sighed softly.
'Is this the future I have to face?'
He suddenly felt that the unknown and strange world that had piqued his endless curiosity had become a little boring.
"Cyril." Duke Cullen glared at Fakenhaz in dissatisfaction. "Do you have to be so straightforward every time?"
In Star Plaza, a deafening roar came from afar. It was noisy, mixed with anger and fanaticism, and could not be heard clearly.
In the Hall of Stars, the civilians and minor nobles who were listening immediately erupted in a flood of protests!
"Shameless suzerain! This is usurpation! "
"But we need an heir! If something happens to the king at the frontline … "
"Die, traitor! Jadestar is our king, that is a sacred oath! "
"This is all for Constellation! We must stand together and fight against Eckstedt! "
The dukes exchanged glances in silence, while the counts whispered among themselves.
"Silence! Silence! "Gilbert tried his best to maintain order, but to little effect.
Until the eyes of the Supreme King of Constellation, Kessel the Fifth shone brightly.
He gripped the mysterious scepter that shone with starlight and stood up from the throne!
He shouted angrily in a dignified voice,
"Heir?"
The Hall of Stars fell silent in an instant. Everyone stared at the king's robust figure.
"This is a good time! Of all times, when Constellation is in trouble, and we must work together to fight against the enemy! "
The king rested his hands on his scepter and stared sharply at Koshder Nanchester in front of him.
The One-Eyed Dragon slowly raised his hand to his chest and knelt down on one knee before the king.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty, but this is a test," Koshder said steadily and seriously, making others feel the sincerity in his words. "I believe that the originally weak and scattered power of Constellation will once again gather as one in the confrontation between the dragon and Constellation.
"Everyone knows that the first speaker who forces the appointment of an heir will be blamed by the public.
"But am I doing this for myself, so that Nanchester can ascend the throne?"
Koshder raised his head, the gaze in his single eye clear.
"Your Majesty, you can exclude Nanchester from the list of candidates."
"Everything is for Constellation. Please appoint an heir, or at least decide on the method of choosing an heir. That way, Constellation will definitely return to the peak of the Western Peninsula, and even the glory of the Empire will be reborn."
Kessel slowly walked up to him and sneered. "Koshder, sometimes, even I can't tell if your sense of righteousness is sincere or not."
"But it is beneficial to Constellation," the One-Eyed Dragon Duke replied calmly. "What is sincerity or hypocrisy?"
"I have also imagined this situation before, but it was during the Higher Conference, and it did not have to be so ugly." Count Dagestan's voice rang out. He stood up steadily, walked behind Koshder, and knelt down on one knee as well. "But Your Majesty, your National Conference has turned this legitimate admonition into a conflict in public. It's as if you are forcing the king to abdicate."
"But we all have enough legitimate reasons." Count Sorel walked up from behind, knelt on one knee, and said solemnly, "For the revival of this once great country, which is now riddled with holes."
"Just by changing the king?" Gilbert was so angry that his face contorted. "Constellation can become an Empire if all of you wear the crown?"
"It's not that simple." Count Bozdorf also walked forward gloomily and knelt down firmly. "It's to turn the king, who was originally high and mighty and could do whatever he wanted, into one of us, think what we think, and do what we do. The king and the nobles were originally one, separated due to the difference in power … Now, we are one again. "
Zayen lowered his head deeply and said sorrowfully, "Covendier has followed Jadestar since the Battle of Eradication. His words and vow will never change. But I think that protecting Constellation's safety and future is also King Tormond the First's wish. He will understand."
The Duke of Tricolor Iris Flowers stood up resolutely and joined the kneeling crowd.
Fakenhaz's untimely laughter rang out again. "You mean to implement a king selection system? Ha, it really is' let us share His Majesty's burden '! Just like Eckstedt? "
Count Lascia of South Coast Hill glanced at Duke Zayen with a complicated expression and went forward to kneel. "Better than Eckstedt. We have the foundation of the Empire for a thousand years."
Kohen watched in disbelief as his father, the old Count Karabeyan, also silently followed Count Lascia and knelt down.
Kessel the Fifth looked down coldly at these dukes and counts. One by one, they knelt down on one knee.
"This is not the Jadestar Royal Family's fault, but the crown's fault, the throne's fault, and the scepter's fault." At this moment, Duke Cullen sighed. "Since the royal bloodline has been severed, for the sake of Constellation, it is not necessarily a bad thing for His Majesty to choose an heir."
The two counts of Eastern Sea Hill, Javier and Amund, also silently went forward to kneel after Duke Cullen spoke.
One of the king's partisans, Count Godwin, gritted his teeth and said, "This is obviously a shameful attempt to force the king to abdicate. How did you do it so boldly and righteously?"
"Can't you see?" Count Derek Kroma calmly left his seat and knelt down. "This is the general trend."
Below Renaissance Palace, the noise from the crowd grew louder and louder.
* Thud! * Val punched the armrest of the stone throne, his gaze cold. "Sometimes, I really feel disgusted for all of you."
He clenched his fists tightly, lowered his head and said, "An unbelievably coincidental war, an unbelievably coincidental admonition … and the Northern Territory that was sacrificed …"
Kessel the Fifth stared straight at him. His gaze was unique and difficult to understand.
Under the king's unreadable gaze, the Duke of the Northern Territory shut his eyes tightly and inhaled.
His brows furrowed, as though he was in a fierce struggle.
Finally, as though he had made up his mind, he opened his eyes at Kessel.
But Val did not look at the king's eyes. The heroic Duke of the Northern Territory said desolately and disappointedly,
"But if this can be exchanged for the Northern Territory, for the stability and safety of Constellation …
"Kai, perhaps you should consider it."
The two counts of the Northern Territory under him both lowered their heads and remained silent.
Kessel the Fifth's gaze dimmed.
He turned around and no longer looked at his old friend.
Seeing Val's hesitation and guilt, Duke Cyril Fakenhaz laughed shrilly again.
"It seems that Your Majesty's only choice is to directly choose an heir or establish a king selection system."
Only Kessel the Fifth stood expressionlessly above the group of vassals.
He only held a scepter tightly in his hand.
Thales suddenly felt that his father was so lonely.
'If he did not find me, what would the situation be like today?'
Thales, who was watching all this, suddenly felt dizzy.
It's happening again.
A memory from the past appeared before his eyes.
Wu Qiren sat in an extremely small classroom and reported to a professor and two students in front of him.
"Poggi inherited Weber's German academic tradition. It revolved around power and examined the formation of feudal countries …"
'No! Not now! '
Thales pressed hard against his temples and suppressed the flashback of the memory.
But when Thales' attention returned to the Hall of Stars, Kessel the Fifth's dignified voice finally reached his ears.
"It seems that if I do not appoint an heir, I will not even be able to fight a war."
"Alright."
"Then I will appoint an heir."
Zayen's brows furrowed slightly. That sense of unease grew stronger.
Kessel the Fifth did not look at the nobles on the ground and slowly sat down.
The words that Thales had been waiting for all this time finally rang.
"Let him meet everyone, Gilbert."
'It's here.'
Thales' mind went blank.
He forcefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
He looked at Gilbert and waved his hand.
In the dark room, a secret door opened abruptly. Inside was a long flight of stairs that led to an unknown place.
A flurry of discussion began in the Hall of Stars.
The dukes and counts remained calm, but when they looked at each other, they could see the doubt in each other's eyes.
Thales adjusted his bow tie.
"Thales."
The prince called out the name of this world.
"It's time."
Thales decisively stepped down the stairs.
"Just treat it as another game."
One step.
Another step.
"Forgive me for not understanding what you mean, Your Majesty …" On the ground, Count Dagestan raised his head and looked straight at Kessel. "The heir you chose is not among the nobles in this hall?"
The supreme king only looked at him coldly and said nothing.
In the narrow passageway, Thales clutched his forehead tightly.
His memories flashed again.
But he still gritted his teeth and walked forward with determination.
When he opened his eyes, he was in the Hall of Stars.
When he closed his eyes, he saw another version of himself, living in the fragments of his memories.
"The bond between the lord and his vassals was filled with strong personal feelings and emotions … The struggle for power gradually deteriorated. Order collapsed, and the coordination became unstable. Chaos and violence broke out periodically … The unified feudal system was eventually scattered and shattered …"
"But the rise of the feudal system is still a valuable effort for us to try and stabilize public rule …
"Poggi also believes that in this process, the legitimacy of power, the limits of the king's rule, the country's responsibilities and traditions, and even the importance of law have entered the field of vision of history and have been acknowledged. This is the most valuable legacy that the feudal system left to the subsequent countries …
"But we still have to ask, what exactly did Poggi's observations and analysis miss?"
What exactly did he miss?
"Your Majesty, have you chosen your heir?" The One-Eyed Dragon, Koshder Nanchester raised his single profound eye and looked around. "It seems that the Tabark Family and the two prominent families in the southwest are not here?"
The supreme king still ignored him.
Thales came to a side door. He could already see the civilians outside the Hall of Stars.
'No, not the side door.'
He realized that the door in front of him led to the center of the hall — the twenty stone seats.
'It's the main door.'
The guards' expressions were solemn, but some of them could not help but look at him and the badge on his body.
The moment they saw it clearly, many people's breathing quickened. Some even lost their composure and leaned forward.
However, a guard who seemed to be the leader sternly rebuked them. He then bowed respectfully to Thales and made way for him to enter the hall.
However, just as Thales was about to take a step forward …
"Go.
"You will be better than him."
Thales raised his head abruptly!
He saw that the guard had already turned and left.
He could only see the back of an armored figure in the air.
'Yodel.'
Thales clenched his fists.
'It's you?'
Similarly, the civilians outside the hall had already seen the little boy outside the door.
They began to whisper and gesture to each other.
The flashbacks of memories faded away like the tide.
The prince felt as if there was an additional force in his body, making him more energetic.
Thales took three deep breaths.
'It's just another game.
'It's just another thesis defense.'
Thales got rid of all emotions, all expressions, and stepped on the starry blue patterned carpet.
He began his journey.
He moved forward and stepped past the ordinary civilians at the outermost area.
A suburban squire dressed in a somewhat rustic manner poked a friend beside him who ran errands between the city and the countryside.
"Who is that?"
"A child can come in too?"
"Maybe a noble?"
"So young?"
"Hey, did you see that? That child is dressed so beautifully. "
"He's almost as good as the young lady of the baron's family."
Thales did not look sideways.
He moved forward and stepped past the seats formed by merchants, craftsmen, farmers, and the leaders of the line.
A fat carriage merchant was a little surprised.
He pulled the arms of two people in the same trade.
"Look at that child!"
"Is he a noble who is late?"
"His attire is not as simple as that of a minor noble!"
"Do you recognize the badge on his body?"
"It's a little familiar. I had a group of customers before, and the scrolls they were holding had that mark."
"Why did he come at this time?"
Thales did not stop walking.
He moved forward and stepped past the seats formed by honorary military soldiers and government bureaucrats.
An inquisitor from a small village in the suburbs saw him.
He frowned and lowered his head to whisper in the ear of another signatory from the city hall.
"Look at that clan emblem."
"That's … Oh my god!"
"How is that possible?"
"I think it's impossible too. Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"
"I've dealt with hundreds of warrants from the king! How could I make a mistake? "
Thales ignored him.
He moved forward and stepped past the stone seats of lords, barons, and other low-ranking nobles without any support.
A baron who was smoking a pipe had a glint in his eyes. He almost bit the pipe in his mouth.
He leaned forward and patted his good friend's shoulder.
"Could that be … the Nine-Pointed Star?"
"What? This … "
"Do you think the same as me?"
"More or less."
"Then now …"
"Yes, as expected of the Iron Hand King."
Thales did not care.
He moved forward and stepped past the stone seats of viscounts, counts, and other middle-ranking nobles.
An honorary count opened his mouth in disbelief.
He did not need to inform the others. Many nobles had already seen Thales.
"That is …"
"By the King … How is this going to end?"
"No, there hasn't been any news for so many years …"
"Could it be an illegitimate child who was wandering outside …"
"Then the suzerains …"
"Sigh, the waters are too deep …"
"Let's wait for a good show."
The discussions, noises, and noises from the crowd became louder and louder. In the end, it turned into a commotion and an uproar.
People stood up one after another and leaned forward to look at the mysterious boy with the gold and silver Nine-Pointed Star.
In the center of the stone seat, Kohen turned his head to look at the source of the commotion.
A boy dressed in noble attire with a nine-pointed star pin walked forward with a solemn expression.
Kohen looked at the Nine-Pointed Star and froze on the spot.
That boy … Why does he have the Jadestar clan emblem?
The prince stepped onto the thirteen stone seats without changing his expression.
Gilbert winked at him.
The three dukes who were seated saw the boy walking towards them.
They could no longer remain calm.
Val stared at the boy in shock and clenched his fists.
"This … Are you joking?"
Cullen frowned and leaned forward with his plump body.
"That boy … the emblem on him …"
Cyril ground his terrifying teeth. His eyebrows twitched as he spat out a few words.
"Ahh … This is really … unexpected."
The supreme king raised his head slightly. His gaze was cold and amused.
He chuckled.
"Everyone, come and meet Thales."
The suzerains who were kneeling on one knee turned around.
The moment they saw the boy's face clearly, the Guardian Duke of South Coast, Zayen Covendier's pupils immediately contracted.
Him.
Him?
Him!
Kessel started to stroke his scepter again. Once again, he spoke words that were filled with authority and dignity.
"He is my son.
"The only blood descendant of the Jadestar Royal Family."
Thales placed his right hand forward and his left hand behind his back. He bowed deeply to the king.
He turned to the suzerains on the ground.
"Good day, my lords."
Thales heard himself say so.
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