The Council is an imperial meeting organization composed of grand dukes from royal families. When the king is unable to handle political affairs, they will take over the management of the empire.
Therefore, when Walder XVIII did not show up, it was reasonable for the Senate to preside over the coronation ceremony.
Xu Shuo glanced around at the people present.
I really haven’t seen Walder XVIII.
But I saw General Royce, who was standing among the imperial troops standing on both sides of the Gate of Pallas, and seemed to be acting as the guardian of this coronation ceremony.
It's just that the opponent's armor is still tightly worn, and it's completely impossible to see what face is underneath the armor. He can only barely identify it through his clothing.
As for the scene, apart from the imperial army, there were no other armies on the scene.
Xu Shuo did not use his mental energy to explore the dark places.
He stood quietly on the high platform, listening to the deacons of the Senate reciting the coronation proclamation loudly, and listening to the chattering voice in his ears, Xu Shuo's mind had begun to wander.
Therefore, he would never talk about these useless and wasteful things during the annual meeting of the studio.
After all, it will distract him.
That's not to mention ordinary employees.
After a while.
After the coronation proclamation was finally recited, another deacon came over respectfully holding the crown pillow. Lying on top of the red satin was a luxurious and gorgeous crown.
It is not the crown that Walder XVIII wore on his head yesterday.
This crown only appears during coronation.
The deacon walked up to Xu Shuo, bowed first, then knelt down on one knee and raised the tray above his head.
Xu Shuo handed the Sun Crown Scepter to Catalina, who was standing aside and sleeping.
Then he picked up the crown on the tray and looked at Prince Simon, who had been kneeling on one knee for a long time about three feet away, with a hint of interest in his eyes.
This prince is really pitiful.
Look at him, his shoulders are shaking.
Xu Shuo walked towards Prince Simon.
But just as he took two steps that way.
A powerful shout came from behind the Gate of Pallas.
"Wait a moment!"
…
Stopped by a sudden shout.
Everyone present who did not know the facts was a little stunned and confused. They all followed the voice and looked behind the Gate of Pallas.
The steps of the Gate of Pallas are actually not high, and behind the building is a straight and spacious avenue.
The road leads directly to Fort Tantino in the distance.
It is also connected to the bustling streets of the royal capital in all directions, so at this time, many ordinary people stood on both sides of the avenue to watch the ceremony.
But at this moment.
A column of troops was riding on horseback from far away on the road.
The leader was none other than Prince Golan, the fourth royal highness of the royal family. Although he was wearing armor, his clothes were still luxurious and luxurious, with a fiery red cloak flying behind him, full of momentum.
At this critical moment and occasion, Prince Golan appeared with troops and prevented the coronation ceremony from continuing.
A discerning person can already see the problem.
Suddenly, there was noise all around.
Everyone was shocked and discussing in low voices, but the combined low voices of hundreds of thousands of people were enough to make it noisy.
A place where no one can see.
Xu Shuo was very interested.
The deacon of the Senate looked around.
The guards on both sides of the Pallas Gate immediately stepped forward to block Prince Golan's team, but the general who appeared this time was not General Royce.
Prince Golan stopped his horse, his face under the steel crown was stern and cold, and there was a hint of arrogance in his eyebrows.
He didn't care about the guards blocking him.
Instead, he looked up at the coronation platform. After looking at the pale-faced Prince Simon, a sneer appeared on Prince Golan's face.
Then he said loudly: "My good brother, Prince Simon will be crowned king today and become the 19th monarch of the Saint Varo Empire, but - is he really worthy?!"
As soon as the words fell, the noise at the scene suddenly increased!
There was discussion all around.
The Grand Duke of the Senate had already stepped forward angrily.
"Golan, don't be arrogant here!"
"Prince Simon has been crowned and everyone expects it. How can you say whatever you want?"
"Your Highness the Fourth, what are you planning to do today? Are you trying to imitate the behavior of His Highness Seventh Last night?"
"Prince Golan, please don't do anything stupid."
Some people in the Senate could not bear Prince Golan's behavior, while others tried to persuade him with good intentions.
After all, the Grand Dukes of the Council were once blood relatives of the Saint Varro royal family, and their forces were complex, and they were more or less related to His Royal Highness today.
Grand Duke Brian has some relationship with Prince Golan's mother clan, but he is obviously completely unaware of Golan's behavior today, so at this moment he is winking at Prince Golan crazily, hoping that he will retreat quickly.
But the next moment.
Another voice sounded, making his vision go dark.
"We all know what brother Simon is capable of. He just watches paintings, horse racing, and drinks tea every day. So far, he has never achieved any achievements. I don't know whose expectations he is getting."
Said this out loud.
It is Princess Filona, the third highness who stands at the head of the royal family of San Varo.
And Princess Teresa also stood next to Philona.
The third highness, Princess Filona, and the fourth highness, Prince Golan, are siblings from the same mother. Obviously, Princess Filona also knew about this matter.
Seeing the wealthy and noble people present, they looked at him.
Princess Filona smiled again and said: "I really want to be convinced. Why don't you guys tell me what ability Brother Simon has to become the king of the St. Valo Empire?"
The voice fell.
Archduke Brian's face turned livid with anger.
Princess Philona's words undoubtedly put Prince Simon on the torture rack. Sure enough, at this moment, everyone's eyes were subconsciously focused on Prince Simon.
Prince Simon has raised his head because of this coronation incident.
But he still kept kneeling on one knee.
Listening to the vague discussion in my ears.
Prince Simon's face was pale, and the cold sweat seeping from his forehead had revealed his anxiety, but he tightened his lips and remained silent.
Prince Simon: I don't want to be a king either.
It's a pity that he can't say anything.
Prince Simon gritted his teeth and stared ahead.
His eyes fell on the golden robe, and he carefully traced the sun pattern on the robe, as if he was just looking for something to divert his attention.
He tried not to pay attention to what was going on around him, just as if he was deaf and a death row prisoner waiting silently for sentencing.
"Brother Simon seems to have nothing to say."
The crisp sound sounded again.
It was like a needle piercing his ear.
Prince Simon, who was staring ahead closely, sniffed and thought in his mind: Why does this sun pattern have sixteen lines, why is it not seventeen lines, or eighteen lines?
Then, the voice belonging to the Senate sounded again, seeming to argue for him.
It's hard for them to find excuses for themselves.
Prince Simon thought: Why is the sun golden? Why not use red thread to embroider it?
After the voice of the Senate.
It was Prince Golan shouting taunting voice again.
Prince Simon thought to himself: The fabric of this dress seems to be white, but it seems to be gold. I don’t know what material they use.
The noise around was getting louder and louder.
In addition to the Senate, the surrounding Saint-Varo royal family, wealthy aristocrats, and famous officials all started quarreling.
They got into a funny quarrel over this throne.
Prince Simon thought to himself: This must be a very rare cloth.
Just when he was about to run out of ideas.
A cold and calm voice suddenly sounded in his mind, like ice-cold water sinking into his throat, suddenly and clearly occupying all his thoughts.
"Does it look good?"
Prince Simon's back suddenly stiffened.
He subconsciously looked up slightly and saw the bright and shining sun crown, with a golden halo as the center and sixteen rays of light spreading radially around it.
It was the same pattern he saw on his clothes.
There is no reason.
It is sixteen rays.
Under the light, half of his face was covered by the mask, and only his chin, as white as jade, and the slightly curved corners of his mouth were exposed.
Prince Simon swallowed.
Just when he thought he was hallucinating, and lowered his eyes tremblingly again, the voice sounded again.
"The fabric is not expensive and is woven by the manor itself."
Prince Simon: "..."
Prince Simon shivered and knelt down on one knee instead of on both knees.
He was staring at the clothes of the Pope of Light and thinking wildly, and he was actually caught on the spot. The secret envoy of the Heretic Tribunal next to him wouldn't have chopped him off in the first place, right?
I heard that the Inquisition is cruel in its methods.
Before being hacked to death, they will be divided first...
"Since you don't want to die, maybe I can give you a chance to atone for your sins."
Hear this.
Prince Simon suddenly raised his head.
"The God of Light will protect every one of His people."
The voice was cold, yet sacred and bright.
Prince Simon, who was leaning over, looked up and saw the sixteen rays of the sun's crown, and saw the noon sun shining on the golden patch, emitting a holy and shining light.
Like hope, like redemption.
…
"Prince Simon is indeed incapable of taking on the responsibility of the empire, but if Prince Golan wins this honor, I will be willing to surrender!"
In this noisy dispute.
His Royal Highness, the first of the royal family of San Varo, has taken a stand.
Her 19th Royal Highness, Princess Theresa, stood up and expressed her approval of Prince Golan as the new king in her royal capacity.
This move of hers.
It's like a trigger.
Naturally, there are many His Highnesses in the Saint Varro Imperial Family who want the throne. It can even be said that everyone wants to be the ruler of the Saint Varro Empire from the bottom of their hearts. However, they know that they do not have the ability, so they have to give up their thoughts.
But gave up the fight for the throne.
and supporting other brothers and sisters.
These are two things.
Some people looked at each other, but saw the eyes of Princess Philona and Prince Golan looking over, and the urging eyes of Princess Teresa next to them.
As a result, many people bit the bullet and expressed that they were also willing to support the more capable Prince Golan.
If I had to choose between Prince Simon and Prince Golan.
In fact, most people want to choose Prince Simon.
But if Prince Golan stood here with an army and asked you to make a choice, they would choose Prince Golan without hesitation.
Choose Prince Simon because Simon is weak and easy to control.
Choosing Prince Golan is choosing a small life.
"How presumptuous!"
The Senate finally had enough.
Someone received the instructions from the dark, and looked at the proud and complacent Prince Golan with a gloomy look: "His Royal Highness, Prince Golan, broke into the coronation ceremony without authorization, intending to rebel and usurp the throne. This is an unpardonable crime, and we will take it down immediately!"
As soon as the words fell, the guards on both sides who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward immediately.
But Prince Golan's reaction was not slow either. He waved his hand, and the troops behind him who were about to move also shouted and swarmed forward!
The scene instantly became chaotic.
The ordinary people who were eating melons and watching the theater around the Gate of Pallas fled in panic. The nobles also lost their etiquette at this moment, screaming and seeking shelter one after another.
The coronation rostrum of the Gate of Pallas.
The Knights of the Bright Moon and the Knights of the Obsidian guarded the surrounding area, their eyes unswerving and their expressions calm. They dared to kill anyone who dared to approach, whether it was the imperial army or the rebels, who came up to them without hesitation.
This resulted in no one touching the high platform. Prince Golan's purpose was just to suppress this group of people. Seeing this, he did not bother the Holy See anymore.
After all, after suppressing the Senate.
His coronation ceremony will also continue.
As for Prince Simon's life, let's let him go for the time being.
…
"Tsk tsk, one last night, and another one today."
Because the Holy See Knights were blocking the outside, Catalina, who had been holding back for a long time, relaxed a little and looked at the farce outside through the gap between the Knights.
Catalina asked curiously: "Strange, why don't you see the king taking the opportunity to come out and kill you?"
Xu Shuo said lazily: "It's probably because he hasn't made arrangements yet, otherwise they wouldn't have let the fourth prince talk so much nonsense just now, and even argued back and forth."
Catalina nodded in understanding: "So that's it, then it's been deployed now?"
Xu Shuo yawned: "That's not necessarily true. After all, Teresa has raised the atmosphere to a high point. Now even if the Senate doesn't take action, Prince Golan will take the lead. The Council probably doesn't want to lose this.
Face, I have to take the lead."
Catalina: "Oh, they are just like your priests, a group of old guys who pay attention to form."
Xu Shuo said no more.
The two said a few words and then became quiet.
Then, the bored Catalina suddenly looked at Prince Simon who was still kneeling there.
Prince Simon: "..."
Cold sweat fell down.
Prince Simon shivered.
"it's over."
Xu Shuo suddenly spoke up.
After saying these words, the Holy See Knights who were surrounding the high platform like a human wall also dispersed on both sides, exposing the sight outside again.
There were many people lying on the ground on the high platform.
There were also many people lying under the Gate of Pallas.
A group of nobles gathered together and trembled. The royal family of San Vallo was also in a state of disbelief and was in a mess. However, because there were imperial troops guarding in front of them, they were not seriously injured.
The princes in the Senate were in a panic.
The smell of blood filled the avenue of the Porta Pallas.
Prince Golan's face was pale, and the luxurious laurel crown on his head had fallen to nowhere, his cloak was torn, and at this moment, there were several sharp swords across his neck.
Princess Philona covered her mouth and collapsed to the ground.
They planned this operation for several days.
From the day Wald XVIII announced that Prince Simon would be crowned, Prince Golan's group began to plan carefully, and last night they even launched the seventh prince, Prince Lille, to test the situation.
But I didn't expect...
Just like last night, Prince Lear was suppressed by the imperial army with lightning speed.
Today's Golan princes are generally the same.
Both rebellions seemed like a joke.
Princess Teresa's eyes flashed slightly, and she clung to Princess Philona's side cooperatively. Her expression seemed to be in a trance, but her eyes were vaguely looking towards the high platform of the Gate of Pallas.
His Majesty the Pope.
Next is your stage.
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I originally wanted to finish this plot in one chapter, but found that I couldn't finish it.