"It seems this is my seat," Moran glanced at the chairperson of the round table.
The strict and solemn tone of that seat, different from the others, clearly indicated that it belonged to the king.
"Yes, please take your seat. Just to be safe, may I ask you, Moran Edelfelt, do you understand why you are here?"
Lorelei asked in a flat tone.
There was no special emotion in her words, but under such a sharp gaze, most people would likely be stunned in place.
Like a frog being stared at by a snake.
However, Moran smiled calmly, "Of course, I understand. I am here to sign a contract with you. This is a tradition and my duty as the King of Britain."
Currently, Moran has not yet signed a contract with the other monarchs.
In terms of status, Lorelei is still his superior, so this exchange does not count as disrespectful.
However, this also piqued Moran's interest in Lorelei.
The information he possesses about the Moon World does not have much description regarding Lorelei and Barthomeloi.
It is indeed rare to have a subordinate who can face royal authority without being obsequious.
As a king with countless experiences, Moran is very good at discerning who can become excellent subordinates.
"Well, then I need not say much more."
Lorelei's gaze softened slightly.
To not be intimidated by her presence, this newly chosen king is not as weak as she imagined.
Fortunately, the other party is aware of these procedures. If someone did not understand even these, it would truly drive her to frustration.
Moran took his seat at the head of the round table.
Thinking that Artoria once sat in this position, he couldn't help but smile. Now, it seems the tides have turned, and it is his turn to become the king ruling the Clock Tower.
The process of the ceremony is not very flashy.
The contract spell is inscribed on this round table; the current monarch only needs to drop their blood into the pattern.
Everyone performed this operation together.
Accompanied by a faint red light flashing, the twelve monarchs officially recognized Moran as their king.
However, Lorelei still wore a proud expression.
She is indeed willing to pledge loyalty to the King of Britain, but it is more based on this blood contract.
Moran did not intend to blame the monarchs.
After all, the new king has not demonstrated sufficient achievements, making it unrealistic to expect these monarchs to offer their loyalty from the heart.
Reveal that he is the first king?
Moran does not plan to do that directly.
He intends to view Britain from the perspective of a new king, to see everything a new king must face after ascending the throne.
If there are flaws, he can address them in a timely manner afterward.
For now, he sets aside the posture of a king.
He must show the demeanor expected of a new king.
"O King, before this coronation decision concludes, I would like to ask you to rule on a proposal that our magus association has been debating for a long time. This proposal will influence the future of the magical world! I want to take this opportunity to finalize this proposal during this coronation decision!"
Just as everyone thought the coronation decision was about to end, McDonell suddenly spoke up.
As soon as he spoke, the other monarchs immediately stiffened, vaguely sensing what he was about to say.
"Oh? Sounds interesting, go ahead," Moran seemed completely unaware of the unusual atmosphere around him.
He permitted McDonell to continue.
"I propose to decide on the redevelopment of the Albion Spirit Tomb, to reach a conclusion in front of the king."
McDonell did not give the other monarchs a chance to speak.
The aristocratic monarchs all had dark expressions, among them, Rufleus looked as if he were about to drip ink.
He was repaid in kind.
"Truly splendid… Before the new king arrives… saying that I am too impatient… McDonell… you are not at all inferior to the old man in cunning…"
"Likewise."
McDonell did not feel the slightest shame.
He flashed a proud smile, revealing his shining white teeth.
If the Clock Tower still cared about face, it would probably make things difficult for everyone.
"My king, this is the detailed information I have collected about the Albion Spirit Tomb. Please take a look. If you have any confusion, I will do my utmost to answer you here."
McDonell's smile was quite generous.
Not too humble, yet not lacking in respect.
Anyone who saw him would likely have a good impression.
Moran took the information McDonell handed over and began to read it with a casual demeanor.
It seemed as if every action was done casually.
There was not a trace of a king's demeanor.
Lorelei again fixed her sharp gaze on Moran, showing an expression of wanting to say something but holding back.
In the end, she turned her attention back to the information.
"Ah, you are really strict with me…"
Moran pretended to be reading the information.
In reality, he was glancing at Lorelei from the corner of his eye.
He had taken this girl's throne.
Surely, she must feel some resentment; it is indeed interesting that she could endure to this extent.
"Although this is modern photocopy paper, it is also the style of the Secret Autopsy Division Bureau, so I ask everyone for your understanding."
McDonell pressed on again.
No one expected he had prepared to this extent, even gathering information from the Secret Autopsy Division.
"As the information shows, the amount of spell bodies that can be mined from Albion has recently been decreasing. If we want to maintain the Clock Tower, then a decision must be made here. If this continues, if the mystery continues to decline in the future, our chances of achieving the goals of magi will also decrease."
McDonell was not being alarmist.
He was speaking about the recorded decline of the divine era over the past thousand years.
Britain has stubbornly maintained the divine era to this day.
No one knows when the great achievement of the first king will collapse.
For a thousand years, no one has reached the height of the first king.
People can only delay the decline of the divine era.
They cannot ignore the decline of the divine era just because it is not obvious; their vision as magi should be broad.
All along, the Clock Tower has had the mining rights to the Albion Spirit Cave.
But due to the mutual competition of the three major factions, in recent years, the Clock Tower has faced serious stagnation in mining, and the total amount of spell bodies extracted has significantly decreased.
This deadlock needs someone to break.
As the leader of democracy, McDonell sees the new king as hope.