Soon, the space opened up.
Inside was a very spacious room.
The round, dome-shaped ceiling gathered the light from earlier.
The continuous flow of light was so beautiful that it was certain that this was the chosen place.
The flow of light was not uniform, so it shone brighter in every place it passed. In the darkness deep underground, the flickering lights resembled the starry sky of a new world.
In the center was a round table, but its material was unclear.
Of course, it was not brought up from the ground.
It was a gift from the first king to the magi, a token of loyalty to witness the future that everyone and Britain were continuously moving towards.
Since the establishment of the Clock Tower, how many meetings had been witnessed by this round table and the starry sky above?
Based on the results of those meetings, how many magi had sighed in despair or raised their victory cups?
The minimum number of participants for a coronation decision was four.
This time, among many coronation decisions, it was a rare occasion for the rulers of the Tower.
They needed to fulfill the blood contract established a thousand years ago.
The twelve ruling families initially swore an oath to the first king that they would forever offer their souls and loyalty to Britain.
In return, Britain would allow them to comprehend the shackles of mystery.
Satisfying their thirst for the unknown.
Giving them the opportunity to glimpse the roots of this world.
In this world, no place could bring magi closer to the abyss of the roots than Britain.
This time, no one was absent from the coronation decision.
Because this was a ceremony to pledge loyalty to the new king, any absence would be seen as disloyalty to Britain.
Even the ruler of the Animusphere family, Marisbury, who was far away in Antarctica, hurried back to the Clock Tower.
"Good day, Ruler of Animusphere. I've heard you've been particularly busy lately? It seems you are negotiating with various nations to secure funding for the establishment of an observation facility called Chaldea?
Weren't you also interested in the Holy Grail War of Snowfield? I'm quite curious about your withdrawal."
Kayneth had taken his seat early.
Looking at Marisbury, who was also from the aristocratic camp, he showed a gentle and elegant smile.
Since Kayneth became a ruler, he had only participated in one coronation decision, which was when he was chosen as the ruler of El-Melloi.
"Thanks to the care of the El-Melloi ruler, managing Chaldea has already left me dizzy. If I miss this king selection again, I won't be able to face the past family heads. I'm very grateful for your previous assistance. As for the reason for my withdrawal, I hope you won't laugh…"
Marisbury began to explain the reason for his withdrawal.
He smiled and said, "The reason I initially participated in the Holy Grail War was for the operational funds of Chaldea, but the ceremony of Snowfield did not meet my expectations; it has its flaws. The foundation of that Great Holy Grail has already been damaged by those barbarians."
Marisbury's severe lack of funds was no longer a secret.
In order to establish the institution of human reason, Chaldea, he, as a monarch, found that his entire fortune was not enough.
Previously, he had been wandering around the clock tower and various countries to raise funds, and participating in the Holy Grail War was also for this purpose.
However, the Holy Grail of Snowfield City is different from the past Great Holy Grail.
After various interventions and manipulations by the Nazis and the ugly country.
Marisbury is convinced that this Holy Grail is no longer the original Holy Grail of Fuyuki City. If it were a complete Holy Grail, there would be no need to summon six pseudo-servants as offerings.
In other words, the Holy Grail of Snowfield City has defects.
This is the reason he chose to give up participating in the battle.
In his view, this Holy Grail War still has considerable dark secrets, and from various considerations, it is best not to get involved in this muddy water.
"What a pity, I originally thought I could experience the renowned astrology of the Animusphere family. Without your participation, it feels like only some odd fruits are left, which is too boring."
"Hahahaha, as an apology, let me wish you, Lord El-Melloi, great success in your military endeavors."
Kayneth and Marisbury were having a pleasant conversation.
As esteemed monarchs, they looked down on countries with shallow histories and were filled with disdain for the ugly country's control over the Holy Grail. It was like a rude young man trampling on shoes on the bed without knowing etiquette.
Clearly, they do not believe in the mysterious.
Yet they attempt to analyze the mysterious through science.
It is truly too arrogant, making it hard to watch.
Kayneth's reason for participating in the Snowfield City Holy Grail War is simple; one reason is to teach a lesson to the ignorant rabble.
Let them understand the respect due to ancient things, that is another reason.
Of course, Kayneth is more motivated by the idea of increasing his military achievements; the El-Melloi family still needs him to accumulate prestige.
If an El-Melloi monarch were to reclaim the Holy Grail from the ugly country, and the tale of restoring ancient mysteries back into the embrace of the Mage's Association were to spread, it would be beneficial to the El-Melloi family in every aspect.
Relying on talent to overwhelm the enemy is the style of the El-Melloi family.
Kayneth has such arrogance.
While these two monarchs were chatting happily, the other monarchs had basically taken their seats.
On the left side of the round table are the monarchs of the democratic faction.
That includes the 513-year-old lady Inorai and McDonnell.
On the right side of the round table are the monarchs of the aristocratic faction.
Kayneth and Marisbury are among them.
The neutral faction is located towards the middle.
There are two peculiar points.
Lorelei sits at the vice seat that divides the neutral faction in two, while the chief seat is more solemn and magnificent than any other seat present.
However, no one dares to approach it.
That is not a throne for magi; it only allows one person the right to sit upon it—
Only the King of Britain can sit there.
That blood pact and the twelve families have made an oath, and the King of Britain has the qualification to command all magi of the clock tower.
Currently, the king has not been chosen.
Therefore, this seat is unoccupied.
Today, Britain will announce the name of the chosen king, thus deciding who will sit in this seat.
The monarchs present feel there is no suspense.
Everyone knows that only Barthomeloi has this qualification.
Now, Lorelei clasps her hands under her chin, staring at the chief seat as if she were a hunter eyeing her prey.
No family dares to interfere with her.
She is completely isolated as the supreme leader.