"It seems we are ready."
McDonnell smiled as he looked around.
As the leader of the democratic faction, he still had no intention of relinquishing control at this moment.
The representatives from the twelve families have all arrived; even if the monarchs themselves cannot be present, they have sent representatives from their respective families.
Like Brishisan from the Clock Tower's principal lineage.
He could not attend due to his long-term management of the taboo among taboos, so he sent a spokesperson from his family.
Lorelei would not give him face.
Before McDonnell could speak again, she spoke in a masterful tone, "Since everyone is here, then—
The Crown Position Resolution shall now begin."
As the Crown Position Resolution began in the ancient heart's depths.
The perspective shifts to the clock tower.
Whether in classrooms or in the square, almost all magi are anxiously waiting with their phones in hand.
The more traditional magi walked back and forth in the hall.
There are dedicated reporters on standby.
The Crown Position Resolution will announce the chosen king to Britain, so each of them is nervously waiting.
This situation is not only present among the magi.
Even the citizens within London are anxiously waiting, hoping to hear the news broadcast soon.
"Moran, who do you think will be the new king of Britain?
In my opinion, those politicians are completely unreliable; I estimate this time the person will be chosen from our side of the clock tower!"
The El-Melloi classroom is also quite lively.
Waver is deep in thought with his phone in hand.
Moran, along with Gray and the other girls, has come to this classroom, waiting for the announcement of the king's selection results.
"What's wrong? Waver, are you curious?"
"Of course! In my opinion, the most likely candidate is Barthomeloi! However, just thinking about that person's decisiveness makes me feel that Britain will definitely not be peaceful in the future… Do you think… is there a chance I could be chosen by Britain!?"
Waver brushes his hair back, feeling a bit shy.
It is evident that he is also caught up in the excitement.
In such an atmosphere where everyone is anxiously waiting, it is a problem to not be affected by emotions.
Many people share Waver's thoughts.
Could it be that the chosen one will be me?
Everyone is dreaming this dream.
Anyone would want to leap over the dragon gate.
"Waver, it's not impossible… if you could be a bit more capable. But you remember what Kayneth said, right?"
"That… I will finish my thesis sooner or later…!"
Waver's momentum deflated again.
Moran actually thought about it for a moment.
To be honest, if Waver were chosen as the king of Britain, he would indeed like to see that interesting scene.
He would definitely bring a revolution to the magical world.
Just from the perspective of being interesting…
Moran would lean more towards choosing Waver. Unfortunately, he is currently a bit immature, which needs to be deducted points.
As for Barthomeloi, whom Waver mentioned, he knows a bit about her.
She is the current Marshal of the Magecraft Path, the Queen.
Indeed, she is the most suitable person for the clock tower.
If there are no surprises in this king selection, then the position of the King of Britain will surely be hers.
"It's too boring waiting here. Why not watch something interesting? Rather than listening to the broadcast, I prefer to see firsthand information."
Moran said as he tapped a few times on the table.
Then, the entire table seemed to ripple, reflecting the refracted image of a certain space.
This is the decision room of the Crown Position Resolution.
The twelve monarchs are seated and just beginning the meeting.
This scene left Waver dumbfounded.
Irisviel and the others were not particularly surprised; they did not know the significance of the Crown Position Resolution.
This is the highest meeting of the clock tower.
Moran actually said he wanted to observe directly.
Waver had not seen Moran for just a month or two, and he felt that the other party seemed to have undergone a tremendous change.
The image in the projection is playing.
"Previously, it was always some irreplaceable old members; it's nice to see new faces this time. Although they are magi, it's still better to have some renewal… However, by this logic, I and Rufleus will probably be the first to be eliminated."
The old lady Inorai joked.
No one is more suited to the title of a female hero than her.
"What a boring joke…"
The one rejecting it is the oldest man among them, with the deepest wrinkles.
Rufleus Nuada-Re Eulyphis.
This old man is the monarch of the Department of Spiritual Evocation, Eulyphis, Kayneth's teacher, and a member of the aristocratic faction.
Everyone knows that the karma inscribed on his soul is deeper than every wrinkle etched on his face.
From the perspective of the monarch of the descending spirit, even if there are actual spells inscribed on the soul, it would not seem surprising.
"—Now… rather than rambling here… it's better to quickly connect to Britain… to welcome our King of Britain…"
Rufleus's voice was dark and slow.
Like a corpse in a grave.
When he said this, his sunken eyes seemed to glance at the vice seat of Lorelei.
The old man acknowledged the fact that Barthomeloi would be king.
This is undoubtedly his expectation.
The previous head of the Barthomeloi family had voluntarily handed over the position of monarch to her before Lorelei came of age.
Lorelei is a naturally perfect magus.
"We only need to listen… we only need to praise… we only need to offer the purest loyalty to the king… just like the past thousand years…
Regardless of whether the new king will bring blessings to the magical world… what we need to do will not change… the one who comes will come… the one who cannot come will not come… in the end, it is just such a matter…"
Rufleus embodies the ideals of the aristocratic faction.
Only those with the ability to reach the root can reach it. Similarly, only those with the qualifications of a king can become a king.
It can be determined that it is just such a matter, precisely because he is a monarch of the aristocratic faction. The power of the electorate. Apart from the inherently chosen ones, there is no need for the hopeless.
I'm afraid this is precisely the essence of a magus.
What spreads throughout the magical world is ultimately just the deeply rooted discrimination and the fantasy of the superhuman.
I'm afraid this consciousness will not change until the end of the world.
Rufleus is thus convinced.
Only Barthomeloi can possibly become the king.