As a direct descendant of the twelve monarch families.
Olga Marie had no choice.
True magi like Tokiomi Tohsaka, who genuinely acted as fathers, were as rare as fantasy species in the magical world.
Most of the oldest magical families, like Marisbury, were emotionally detached.
They all regard achieving the title of "Chosen One" as their highest goal.
Even someone like Lorelei, who stands at the pinnacle of the aristocratic faction, knows that Moran is a pure magus.
To be precise, she was raised to be just that.
Although the specifics of this process are unknown, Moran is clear that they have no freedom of choice.
The older the family line, the more so it is.
"Organization for the Preservation of Human Order, Chaldea, Marisbury, I am interested in your proposal. How about this: I will have Britain provide you with financial assistance. In return, everything belonging to Chaldea will belong to Britain; you should understand this, right?"
After some consideration, Moran spoke slowly.
Chaldea itself exists to prevent extinction, and it has its own significance as insurance.
Moreover, he has intelligence on all aspects of Chaldea.
He is not worried that this plan will encounter any problems.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Animusphere has always been willing to offer everything for Britain, so everything in Chaldea belongs to Britain. I, Marisbury Animusphere, have no objections."
Joy was evident on Marisbury's face.
Previously, all parties were skeptical of the highest pursuit of the Astromancy Department.
Now that the new king of Britain has spoken in support, the British cabinet and parliament need not worry.
The king's orders carry absolute authority.
Since it is what the king believes,
Then it is the direction in which Britain will move forward.
For thousands of years, Britain has advanced with this as its benchmark, and it has stood firm for centuries because of it.
Under the careful selection of the foundational magecraft established by the first king,
Britain has never seen a foolish king.
Even amidst various dark political games, there has always been a basic understanding—without a king, Britain will surely decline.
Anyone who defies the king's authority
Will be swiftly eliminated by the British people.
The king does not make mistakes; the existence of the king is correct.
Even if it means temporary sacrifice, it is for the sake of future survival, and the past serves as proof.
Such concepts are deeply rooted in the minds of the British people.
"That's good. However, Marisbury, I chose to assist you because I have my eyes on the Animusphere family's Chosen One and the future of Chaldea… so don't misunderstand."
"Yes, Your Majesty. I understand."
Marisbury bowed respectfully.
He felt an unparalleled gratitude towards Moran and was delighted that the Animusphere family had gained favor.
However, this made Moran feel quite subtle.
It seemed that Marisbury had not changed his mind.
"That guy… surely he wouldn't really do something like sell his daughter…"
Moran murmured to himself after Marisbury left.
He couldn't shake the feeling that this guy might actually do it.
He didn't consider himself a lolicon.
But now that Moran had become king, he didn't know how many adoring eyes were fixed on him.
Even if Moran accepted Olga Marie,
It was likely that the citizens and subordinates would not only see no problem but would think, "So the king likes this kind of thing."
If such a trend were to form…
Moran imagined a scene where high-ranking officials, nobles, and magi brought their teenage daughters or granddaughters to meet him, and just thinking about it made him feel uneasy.
The king embodies the mystery of Britain.
Whether to high-ranking officials and nobles or to magi who believe in the mysterious, the king's bloodline is the most noble and sacred.
Looking back at Britain's past,
Every generation of kings has left behind hundreds of descendants.
Although these descendants do not have the right to inherit the throne, they all become the cornerstone of consolidating Britain's rule.
From Britain's perspective,
The more offspring with royal blood, the better. This way, there will be more people with royal qualifications in the future.
Among the high-ranking officials and nobles on both sides today, the vast majority of their ancestors were kings of Britain. Although they were different kings, they indeed received Britain's blessings because of this bloodline.
For magi, if a female in the family gives birth to a royal descendant, it means the family will prosper in this generation, and their bloodline will become more noble due to the royal blood.
It is not just an increase in the number of magic circuits.
The quality will also soar like a rocket.
The current twelve ruling families all have royal blood, and it can be said that marrying into the royal family is something they must strive for.
Buckingham Palace, London.
The high ceiling's lighting fell like a sky full of stars, and the silver decorations on the walls sparkled with brilliant and magnificent light.
This painstakingly crafted building easily conveys the sacredness contained in this artificially calculated significance.
Royalty— and not just any royalty.
The intertwined crimson roses have reached legendary status, almost bordering on the divine, an ancient castle of heritage.
This palace is now Moran's residence.
It is located in Westminster, London, and serves as the palace and residence of the British royal family.
For hundreds of years, it has existed as the king's residence.
The ministers and nobles believe this is the king's palace; they cannot accept the king staying in an ordinary hotel like a commoner.
This palace, vacant for over a decade, has finally welcomed its master once again.
"Teacher… you are slacking off again…"
"Hehe, Rin, even though I've ascended to the throne, I don't intend to change my lifestyle."
Moran lay on a comfortably cushioned sofa.
Rin entered the room holding a tray.
"How thoughtful, Rin, you even brought me dessert. Life should indeed be enjoyed."
"I-I didn't bring it specifically for you, Teacher… I just happened to run into you here!"
"Hehe, I understand, I understand."
Moran looked at Rin, who turned her head away.
He could see through her but chose not to say it.
Buckingham Palace has hundreds of rooms; how could Rin have randomly found a room to eat dessert and just happened to run into him?
This girl has a different kind of tsundere charm compared to Sakura.
That is also one of her quite endearing traits.
"Given Rin's appetite, this should be enough for two, right? To be cared for by a disciple like this brings me great joy."
"I already said… I just happened to take too much! I didn't have any intention of bringing it for you, Teacher… ugh… this is entirely your own delusion!"
"Well, then I'll just pretend that's the case."
Moran blinked and smiled.
He enjoyed the dessert without reservation.
Seeing that gentle smile that seemed to see through everything, Rin felt as if she had no pretense left.