In the brief minutes of silence.
Countless strategies flashed through the minds of the monarchs, and their choices would determine the future of their families.
These thoughts all shared a common point.
They all revolved around this newly chosen king.
"Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to welcome our king."
Lorelei broke the silence of the deliberation.
She remained as imposing as ever, but there seemed to be a hint of unwillingness and bitterness within.
Barthomeloi took the initiative to speak.
The other monarchs naturally had no objections.
Soon, the Clock Tower would send someone to invite this new king.
As long as the new king was still on this British island, the intelligence network formed by the twelve monarchs would not miss anything.
"Great Britain, please inform us—
You said the twelve families are no longer within the selection range, which means you originally intended to choose the new king of Britain from among the twelve families, right?"
Lorelei interlaced her fingers, supporting her head.
She grasped the key information given in Britain's earlier words.
Regarding this matter, she wanted to get an answer.
"—Acknowledged."
"—It is precisely because Moran Edelfelt has come to Britain that I have excluded all candidates."
"If Moran Edelfelt had not returned to Britain, the last person who met my standards would have been Lorelei Barthomeloi from the twelve monarch families. That is, you.
But, unfortunately, I exist only to maintain Britain, so I will only choose the king most suitable for Britain."
As if seeing through Lorelei's thoughts.
The simulated personality consciousness of Britain revealed the information in one breath, and the truth it disclosed was heart-wrenching.
It directly acknowledged that no one could surpass this new king.
It was almost as if everything possessed by the twelve families present was far inferior to what Moran could bring to Britain.
"Whew…"
Lorelei let out a deep breath.
The fullness of her chest wrapped in the gown slightly heaved, and her swan-like delicate neck seemed to flush with blood.
The other party was the oldest will of Britain.
It was their great source.
Lorelei had been told by her ancestors since childhood that she was a born magus, the person closest to the British throne.
If Britain had not stated it directly, she would have thought that her inability to ascend to the throne was due to shortcomings in other areas.
However, Britain stated it directly.
The person who was originally to be chosen was indeed her.
It was only because this man had recently returned to the Clock Tower that Britain had changed its mind.
From Lorelei's perspective.
Perhaps, no one could accept this.
"Barthomeloi Monarch…"
"It's fine, I will, like my ancestors, offer my loyalty to the king who will eventually bring us glory."
There was no confusion in Lorelei's beautiful eyes.
Even when told she could not be king, she remained unshaken, maintaining her composure as the queen of the Clock Tower.
The other monarchs could not help but feel admiration.
Although she appeared to be just a girl in terms of appearance, she possessed an extraordinary temperament that did not match.
Sure enough, Moran was waiting in the El-Melloi classroom.
After Britain informed him of his name.
In less than a few minutes, several magi entered the classroom; they received orders to lead Moran to the deliberation room.
At this moment, he was invited to participate in the crown position deliberation.
Anyone could guess what was going on.
"Lord Moran, we will take you to the crown position deliberation; the monarchs are waiting for you there."
"Ah, what's meant to come will come."
Moran stood up from his seat with a sense of helplessness.
He left with the awe-filled gazes of those magi, leaving Waver and others in the classroom to continue watching the footage.
At this moment, when everyone was focused on waiting for the announcement.
No one would notice that they were heading underground.
The Mage's Association had always referred to itself as the Clock Tower, and the clock tower naturally made one think of standing on the surface.
However, the true body of the Clock Tower is located underground.
In recent years, the rapid development of technology has led to the construction of more facilities on the surface, but even so, the facilities underground still far outnumber those above ground.
It can be said that it is a magnificent academy city…
Aside from the academy city, the Clock Tower also has a mining city called Magisfair, which is specifically responsible for exploring the Albion Spirit Cave.
However, compared to the Albion Spirit Cave, this is merely the surface of the surface.
The coordinates of the Albion Spirit Cave are not fixed and are not strictly defined by the people on the ground.
They sway and move irregularly.
This coordinate shift is akin to the quantum movement of modern science.
Since it does not need to rely on reality, it can appear in any location. A part of the terrain of the underground spirit tomb Albion, which is originally tens of kilometers below ground, can also exist near the surface.
If an ordinary person were to enter the Albion Spirit Cave, it would be a dead end.
The difficulty of survival is no less than that of surviving in a different space, where every moment could get stuck in the gaps between space and realms.
Although it is extremely unreasonable, the Albion Spirit Cave itself is wandering. It is constantly shifting in space.
It cannot be excavated by physical means.
The Clock Tower has always relied on mysterious technology to continuously explore the unknowns of the Albion Spirit Cave.
If someone could explore the Albion Spirit Cave alone and return unscathed, such a person would be given the title of Spirit Cave Survivor and gain great prestige in the mercenary world.
At this moment, Moran is diving into the rift with the magi.
They are continuously delving deeper into the ancient heart's strata.
The Albion Spirit Cave rejects all external interference; magecraft from the outside cannot pass through.
Every attempt to enter usually requires walking.
Diving deeper through the great rift is already quite rapid.
The great door creaks and grinds.
The leading magus pushed open this door together; this is Moran's first time in this decision-making room.
The ancestors of the Clock Tower once visited Britain and established a blood contract.
At that time, Moran was already retired.
The first king to rule the Clock Tower was Artoria, and Moran and his wives only helped draft the blood contract.
Moran observed his surroundings as if touring a garden.
The moment he stepped into this space, he felt twelve pairs of eyes fixed on him.