Gwen had guessed that Wales was not greedy for the throne, but to be honest, he did not expect him to go to such extremes.
Not only did he overthrow himself, but he also broke the rule of the Ansu nobles that had been passed down for seven hundred years. The king was the lord of the lords, and the lords were the extension of the king.
As the person who broke this rule, he led the angry nobles to overthrow him. After he was removed from power, an irreparable crack appeared in the Ansu's king-nobles structure. This system would be easy to destroy and difficult to restore.
Some people saw this, but they chose to remain silent. Some did not see this, and they were immersed in the strange passion of overthrowing a king. Some were more astute, and they noticed the surging undercurrent and the steel chariots of Cecil's men not far away.
A new era had come. The old guard had rejected this new era, but the new era had come.
It was run over.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wales calmly took off his crown. When he handed the crown to the attendant beside him, the nobles and soldiers at the scene reacted, and there was a slight commotion. The people seemed to have a sense of reality at this moment, and they confirmed that the king who had only been on the throne for eight days had removed his authority. After confirming this, some people were at a loss.
The king was removed from power … What about the new king?
Bai Dewen? Franklin did not stay silent for long. Before the commotion spread, he stepped forward and raised the mithril plate in his hand.
"Since the time is ripe, I will announce to all of you a special law that is only passed down between the Duke Protector and the royal family. This law was jointly formulated by the founding emperor, Charles I, and the first Duke Protector. It is divided into several parts in the form of a mithril contract and sealed in the Four Territories. Victoria and Victoria, Duke Wylde, can prove the validity of this law.
"This is an emergency succession law, and its contents are as follows —"
With the announcement of this secret law that had been sealed for seven hundred years, everyone at the scene widened their eyes.
This was beyond everyone's expectations.
Pairs of astonished eyes exchanged glances in the air, and the crowd at the edge could not help but whisper to each other. The nobles at the center fell into a strange silence. Some had a contemplative expression, some seemed to have understood something, but no one voiced any doubts.
This was because adapting to the circumstances had always been one of the virtues of the nobles. With their sharp senses, they had long realized that the world was destined to change today.
"Today, the Moen bloodline no longer has a direct heir, and all the collateral branches cannot bear the weight of the crown. The Ansu royal power is empty, and the first founding duke is still alive. According to this emergency succession act, Gwen? Archduke Cecil would automatically become the new king.
"Duke Cecil, you may accept this oath."
Bai Dewen placed the mithril plate in front of Gawain and stared at the founding Duke in front of him.
The pairs of eyes in the square also looked up, staring fixedly at the center of this scene.
Gwen smiled and reached out to the mithril oath, "Indeed, this country now needs a protector and ruler, otherwise it probably won't survive this winter …"
Hearing this, the nobles in the square showed a complicated smile. Then they lowered their heads slightly, hiding all the changes in their eyes, and prepared to cheer for the new king.
Gwen's hand gently brushed across the mithril oath.
"But I don't intend to accept the crown passed down by Charlie."
The solid mithril plate silently turned into fine dust and drifted with the wind.
The calm on Duke Bai Dewen's face was broken. He looked at all this in shock and surprise. Even Victoria next to him could not help but show a trace of shock. Only Wales, who stood behind Gwen, remained indifferent, hiding an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.
The nobles in the square lowered their heads and waited for a long time, but they did not hear Duke Bai Dewen's signal to cheer. They looked up in confusion and finally saw the last scene of the powder drifting with the wind. Then, they exclaimed in low voices.
Gwen rubbed his hands, removing the last bit of mithril powder from his fingertips, and turned to look at the square.
"The Ansu's kingship is over. It started with Moen and ended with Moen. It will end with dignity, not awkwardly forced to continue. The last king of Ansu defended this country. I hope you can remember this.
"This land will continue, this disaster will end, and new buds will grow on the burned land. But Ansu has become history. A new country will be established here to protect this land and its people. I hope you can understand this.
"I promise that this process will be smooth and stable. This land will eventually become prosperous and strong, and will never fall into chaos and decline. I also promise that all behavior that disrupts the order will be severely punished. This is to protect the safety and rights of everyone.
"This is not a suggestion, but a notice. I have clearly informed everyone present. Next, those who oppose, step forward. "
The whole square was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Only the chariots and magic-powered combatants of the Cecil Army silently watched all of this from the side. They were neither sad nor happy, and they were well-disciplined.
After an unbearable, century-long silence, Victoria suddenly said softly, "I support."
Duke Bai Dewen glanced at the Duchess of the Northern Region.
The Southern Region was Cecil's territory. The Eastern Region existed in name only, and the Northern Region had already expressed their loyalty. More than half of the Holy Spirit Plains was under the actual control of the Cecil Army, and the Captical was within the range of those war machines.
There was no difference whether they supported it or not, let alone Gwen. Cecil already had the qualifications to inherit the kingship. What he did now was only one step further.
"I support." The Grand Duke of the Western Region took half a step forward and said in a deep voice.
Gwen nodded to the two guardian dukes. His eyes swept across the crowd in the square, and he revealed a smile. "Very good, no one opposes. Then I will fulfill my promise."
Then he said, "Since we are going to start a new history, then we have a lot of things to do. Please pack up as soon as possible and return to the Captical. I will discuss with the two guardian dukes how to restore order as soon as possible, how to formulate the framework of the country as soon as possible, how to restore production as soon as possible. In addition, this crisis is far from over. I believe that as the pro-war faction, you can also understand that it is not time for us to relax. "
At the end, Gwen used the impending crisis to remind the Captical nobles who had fallen into a state of confusion. He was sure that this could temporarily cheer them up and reduce the chaos that might ensue.
This drama unfolded in an unexpected way and ended in an unexpected way. The majestic procession was reorganized, and under the gradually sinking sun, they headed for the capital city.
The Cecil Army had entered the city.
The mighty and awe-inspiring tank tracks crushed the ancient stone pavement of Saint Sunil. The fully-armed Magic-Powered Combatants marched in a neat formation. There was also a White Knight with a warhammer on his shoulder walking at the front of the formation. Holy light floated, and the flag fluttered.
The citizens who had just survived the crisis of life and death walked to both sides of the street. They surrounded the team entering the city and saluted with curiosity and awe. Some people were frightened by the strange noises made by the tanks and crawled on the ground with pale faces. There were also sallow and emaciated civilians and serfs kneeling on the side of the road, as if they were ready to kiss the boots and footprints of the Magic-Powered Combatants.
They were numb and passionate, happy and fearful.
Amber and Gwen stood together in the tank, half of their bodies leaning out of the tank (Amber stepped on the stool).
Looking at the scene on both sides of the road and the people crawling on the ground, the half-elf lady could not help but frown. "You will make these people stand up in the future, right?"
"Of course, just like what I did in the Southern Territory."
"I know, I just want to confirm it one more time …" Hu Po said softly. "I just feel a bit panicked … You've really taken this step … Even though the government office did come up with a plan beforehand, and the various departments also made preparations, I'm afraid no one expected it to happen so soon."
Gwen looked at the half-elf who was a little cute and could not help but laugh. "I said before, I will hit the Captical."
At the back of the team, Wales? Moen turned around and looked back at the majestic city wall of Saint Sunil.
On the city wall that had been soaked in blood and experienced countless attacks, on which the Knight and the warriors had defended with their lives, a blue Ansu flag with a golden edge was slowly lowered.
The person carrying out the lowering of the flag there was the Royal Knight Regiment Leader, Cohen Loren. This was the dignity that Duke Cecil had left for the Moen Royal Family.
Beside Wales was the burly, gray-haired Cromwell. Count Bai Shan also looked back at the descending royal flag. He watched as the flag was dyed with a layer of hazy light under the setting sun. He watched as it completely disappeared from the city walls. Count Bai Shan finally couldn't help but choke up. "Your Majesty, the royal flag has been lowered. I …"
"I am no longer the king," Wales corrected. "A new flag will be raised. Count Bai Shan, stick out your chest. You and your family are loyal to this country, and this country has not fallen. "
Cromwell, who had the blood of dwarves and was extremely special among the many nobles of Ansu? Count Bai Shan took a light breath. "Salute."
The flag of Ansu was lowered, and the flag representing Cecil began to flutter on the city wall of Saint Sunil. Although the framework of the new country had not yet been established, and many things such as the transfer of power had not really begun, just the change of the flag was enough to convey a lot of information.
On the tallest spire of the Silver Fortress, a figure in a lavender dress with a translucent veil on her face was quietly looking down at this' ancient 'human capital and the change of the flag in the distance.
A moment later, Melita?? Pânia pressed her ear, and a pale gold communication interface appeared before her eyes.
"The Ansu king has changed. Gwen?? Cecil will become the new master of this country, but he doesn't seem to have chosen to inherit the title of king of Ansu. Instead, he wants to build a new country. "
The lines on the communication interface trembled, and a rustling sound with some interference came from it. "… The change of the king is within expectations … It's just that he didn't inherit the throne but chose to end the Ansu king. This is surprising, but also understandable. This human kingdom has been completely reshuffled. It's much easier to draw on a blank piece of paper than to edit an old oil painting … "
Melita blinked. "My previous report … how is it?"
The voice on the other side of the communication interface was silent for two seconds before it said with a sigh, "The council has finally decided to accept your explanation and will not pursue your unauthorized actions. However, the president of the council wants me to privately remind you of something."
Melita suddenly became nervous. "Don't tell me they're going to deduct my salary?"
"… The president hopes that you won't be so blatant the next time you try to exploit loopholes. At least, describe the reason better. 'Accepting the cargo business is not considered interfering in the war because you received the freight', and write something like that directly in the report, making it difficult for everyone. Have you really never been thrown to the ground when you were still an egg?"
"The last sentence was also said by the president?"
"Yes, I said it."
Melita sighed and patted her chest. "Oh, that's good …"
A string of Tarlonde's vulgarities came from the other side of the communication. But what about Melita?? Pânia had already blocked out the words that were unfavorable to her. She looked up and glanced at the troops that were gradually approaching the Silver Fort, and then looked at the cathedral that was still shrouded in holy light. She could not help but sigh softly.
"The humans this time … there are too many variables …"
"But if you can use these variables to break free of the shackles, it's not bad."
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