The incantation inscribed on the round table is activated.
The monarchs gathered here shed blood to summon the consciousness of Britain.
They strictly adhere to the practices passed down to this day.
So-called authority and tradition are, in themselves, things that bind people.
This incantation was created by the monarchs of the Mage's Association over generations to better communicate with Britain.
Whether it is Britain or the Mage's Association.
Their common goal is to protect the continuation of the mysterious, so effective communication can better achieve that goal.
"——Encoding: Law reaction confirmation, restarting."
"——Divine era fixed value: C"
"——Connection program starting. Code name, Britain—beginning personality object simulation."
"——All programs, complete."
The sound of activation is similar to that of precision instruments.
After several incantations overlap and flicker with light above the round table, the light in the entire decision room dims.
Then, a faint light emerges.
The monarchs successfully connect with the consciousness of Britain.
The question they naturally want to ask is, where exactly is the king of Britain at this moment?
"Britain, is our king chosen within the clock tower this time? Please inform us here."
McDonell said respectfully.
Before them is the system that has maintained the operation of the divine era, the very foundation of the entire British divine era.
Although it is the will of the island that humans cannot comprehend.
It is a sacred existence.
As long as one lives on this island of the divine era, they will sincerely pay their respects to it.
"——The answer is yes. The king of this generation will be born within the clock tower. The king will lead Britain to prosperity once again."
This answer eased the furrowed brows of the monarchs.
A hint of joy appeared on their faces.
As long as someone from the clock tower ascends to the throne, it is a fortunate event for them.
The remaining question is the most critical.
"Then, which family's monarch has been chosen?"
Lorelei struck at the heart of the matter.
The silence of Britain felt like torture; they longed to hear their family name in that response.
"——Denied."
"What…? What does this mean?"
Lorelei and the other monarchs showed confused expressions.
This was an answer they had not anticipated.
"The twelve major monarch families are no longer within the selection range; a variable has appeared. The selection of the king involves someone else."
"Not the twelve monarch families! Is it another magus!?"
Lorelei's words seemed to be squeezed out from her throat.
If looks could kill, her gaze would have already killed someone a hundred times over.
The other monarchs were also astonished.
They could not understand why someone outside the twelve families was chosen; it made no sense at all.
"Not our twelve families… Could it be… that the chosen one is… from the… lowly generations outside the twelve families…!?"
Rufleus's fingers trembled as they gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, like withered wood.
The darkness in his eyes seemed to brew with anger.
He believed that apart from the twelve monarch families, there was absolutely no noble king worth mentioning within the clock tower.
Moreover, Barthomeloi was right here.
Could there be someone more noble than them?!
"Hey, hey, hey, this is truly an unexpected development. Is Britain really not joking?"
McDonell chuckled.
The monarchs could not imagine who else could be chosen if it were not from the twelve families.
The twelve families encompass the bloodlines of noble magical families; besides them, there are other magical families in the clock tower, but they are simply too inferior in comparison.
It's like comparing adults to infants.
The monarchs did not know what aspect of their families was inferior to those lowly magi.
If it were merely a surprise in terms of awareness.
That would indeed be hard to accept.
"Great Britain, you have maintained operation for over a thousand years based on the principles of the first king, allowing our mystery to continue to this day. Now we cannot continue to watch the mystery weaken. We implore you to tell us the true name of our king. Regardless of the outcome, please allow us to pledge our loyalty."
The elder Inorai said sincerely.
Now that Britain has confirmed a new king.
No matter how much the monarchs cannot accept it, this is already a fact in Britain. They can only pledge their loyalty to the king.
Once, someone was dissatisfied with the selection of the new king.
They attempted to assassinate the new king before their reign began.
But the result was extremely tragic.
The assassin, along with their family and the mastermind behind the scenes, was uprooted, and the legendary fantasies that survived from the era of the unified dynasty awakened, teaching people with blood that the authority of the king's selection cannot be offended.
To deny the will of Britain in Britain.
This is undoubtedly a suicidal act.
The first king had long anticipated that someone would disagree with the selection of the king, so he had prepared means of assurance.
Those fantasies sleeping underground.
They have the significant duty of guarding Britain; they will defend the king chosen by the will of Britain.
"——Request, acknowledgment."
"——The name of the king who leads the twelve families and guides Britain is—Moran Edelfelt."
"——This person is your new king."
The name of the new king was announced.
The monarchs in the decision room looked bewildered; they had hardly ever heard this name.
Only one monarch reacted.
That was Kayneth, whose expression gradually became richer.
At the same time, in the El-Melloi classroom.
At this moment, Moran, who was watching the images with Waver and others, had an expression similar to those monarchs.
"Ah… I didn't hear wrong, did I… The one chosen is… Moran?"
Waver pinched his face, looking incredulous.
He stood there for a while without reacting.
Still in great shock.
"Oh, oh, oh, teacher, you've been chosen as the new king!"
Sakura was still applauding for Moran.
Gray was also clapping her small hands.
Mordred herself was also very surprised; she hadn't expected Moran to be chosen.
This, logically speaking, shouldn't have happened.
"Damn… that bastard… schemed against me…"
Moran said with a twitching mouth.
If anyone could shake the king's selection incantation, it would only be that consciousness of Britain.