The capital of Legrand, Metzl.
Restless air hangs over the city.
The commander of the guard guarding the city shivered and curled up in the viewing corner tower on the city wall, waiting for the arrival of the army.
Today is the coronation day of the new king, Grand Duke Grace.
Counting the time, the team of Archduke Grace at this point should have crossed the street and arrived at St. Weiss Cathedral in the south of Mayfair City. Just a few days ago, the Pope's special envoy came across the sea, and the Pope's will spread all over the land of Legrand. The Duke of Buckingham, who had been immortal with the New King's party, bowed his head before God's will.
The civil war is over, and a new king is about to be born.
Only after a coronation can he officially become a king. In order to prevent other changes, the Archduke Glace arrived at Metzl City after receiving the news of the Duke of Buckingham's retreat.
On the day of Grand Duke Grace's arrival, the Duke of Buckingham held a very simple welcome ceremony outside the city gate. Although the hostility between the two sides is still strong, under the witness of the Pope's special envoy, it is "reconciled as before".
On the one hand, out of urgency, on the other hand, out of vigilance, Archduke Grace tried his best to reduce the entire process of the coronation—different from the grand and grand coronation ceremonies in the past, this coronation ceremony has only a few necessary steps left, even Any costumed parades are prohibited.
During the whole process, the Duke of Buckingham seemed to have given up and did not make any drastic actions.
Only refused to hand over the Rose Palace.
The reason is that the Rose Palace is the most important palace for the king, and only when he officially becomes a king can he live there.
Grand Duke Grace was unwilling to offend the old duke at such a critical juncture, so he had to choose to give up temporarily and work overtime to plan the coronation ceremony.
The coronation is today.
The order of martial law spread through every gatehouse of Metzl's city walls. Obviously, Archduke Grace didn't really let his guard down. He even brought in an army from the south in case the Duke of Buckingham stormed at his coronation.
"Damn the weather."
It was now October, and the commander was shivering with the cold, and he cursed in a low voice while holding his sword. He looked out from the observation port again, and in the white smog in his vision, a cavalry galloping came blurry.
arrive!
The commander's spirit was suddenly lifted, and he hurriedly stretched out two white rose flags from the turret, and sent out the agreed slogan to the outside.
The army was very fast, and in a blink of an eye, it was near, and above the cavalry team were flying two identical white rose flags. A cavalryman jumped out of the team holding a banner and arrived under the city gate first. He waved the banner vigorously and uttered the agreed slogan.
Commander is relieved.
"Put down the drawbridge!"
He saw the cavalry from a height, and recognized that it was Viscount Born in the New King's camp—the army transferred by Grand Duke Grace was under his command.
Metzl's city walls are tall and strong, and there are strong ditches outside the city walls. A total of twelve city gates are distributed in all directions. The city gates all opened on solid stone platforms in the middle of two circular towers, and were equipped with heavy drawbridges. It would have taken months to break through the city of Metzl from the outside, and it was impregnable.
Today, the only thing allowed to be lowered is the suspension bridge to the southwest.
The wide drawbridge was lowered, and the cavalry rushed in like a whirlwind. At this time, the commander had just come down from the tower and was about to go forward to meet Viscount Born and convey the arrangements of the Grand Duke.
He had just come down the steps when he realized something was wrong.
bloody!
Extremely strong bloody smell!
As soon as the city gate opened, the oncoming cavalry had a bloody smell that was so strong that it made people tremble!
"Have you been attacked?"
The commander stepped forward in confusion, and his expression changed as soon as he spoke.
Because he saw Viscount Born, who was semaphore, with a terrifyingly pale face and no armor on his body - how could a general not wear armor
However, without waiting for him to understand other things, everything was over.
The surprisingly fast cavalry passed the drawbridge in an instant.
The frontmost warhorse directly overturned the commander. The man on the warhorse was wearing a scarlet cloak. He held a long and narrow arc knife and swung down, and a touch of warm blood splashed instantly. With a single strike, the young knight rushed into the city gate like a gust of wind without stopping.
His red cloak was rolled up and Hunter unfolded.
The other cavalrymen followed.
The soldiers guarding the city gate saw the upheaval, they realized that it was not a comrade but an enemy, but it was too late. The cavalry had all passed the drawbridge, and the guards had futilely set up their spears and stepped forward to block it.
But how could they possibly be worth this Anger cavalry
Yes, they recognized it.
What came was not Viscount Bossy's cavalry, but Angel's light cavalry. These wild cavalry living in Anger wear simple leather armor and use a single-edged, narrow and slender knight's knife, which is most suitable for slashing from a horse. crescent moon.
They laughed loudly, carrying longbows and quivers, and wielding knives following their leader at the moment.
And the man who led the cavalry was impossibly young, his silver hair fluttering in the morning mist against his bloody robes.
That's the king!
Purland I.
The king, who was believed to be dead, reappeared in front of the people, and as soon as he appeared, he was a bloody cavalry with some kind of signal.
…
St. Weiss Cathedral.
This is the coronation place of the emperors of the past dynasties, and today many powerful nobles gather here.
The Duke of Buckingham had given up resistance, the royalists were crushed, and the new kings looked triumphantly at their enemies of this time. The most proud of them is Archduke Grace.
His escorts were scattered outside St. Weiss Cathedral, where his opponents were slumped, the crown within reach.
— Oh, not the one passed down from generation to generation.
The crown of roses may have been buried in the dirt, and Archduke Grice built a new crown out of his own pocket.
The coronation will take place at the intersection of the nave and the wing of the Cathedral of St. Weiss. Archduke Grice saved the whole ceremony as much as possible out of prudence, but in order to declare his victory to the people, he was crowned according to tradition. A huge wooden stage was placed in the place so that those in the nave could clearly see the birth of the new king.
Hong bell rang.
This is probably the most bizarre coronation ceremony the Legrand Empire has ever had. The atmosphere was so cold that it didn't look like a grand ceremony, but more like an invisible war.
On the VIP table near the altar.
The group led by the Duke of Buckingham remained silent and did not cheer, and the badge of the Iron Rose was still adorned on their cloaks. Although the members of the New King's Party took off the white roses and put on Chinese clothes, they also carefully wore soft armor and carried swords under the Chinese clothes.
Under the robe of the "New King" Grand Duke Grace, there is also a pair of delicate chain mail.
If it wasn't to maintain his majesty, he almost wanted to put on a plate armor to attend the ceremony.
Amidst the solemn chants, the choir played glorious chants, all of which masked the tit-for-tat air in the air. Archduke Grace solemnly stepped onto the long red carpet in a purple robe with gold threads and walked into the church.
He stepped on the steps step by step and climbed to the high platform.
The young cardinal, the papal envoy, was the host of the coronation ceremony. He stood in front of the throne in the center of the high platform, and behind him was the Archbishop of St. Weiss. On the tray held by the bishop, the new crown was placed in the middle of the soft velvet.
Archduke Grace and the cardinal exchanged glances.
The cardinal coughed lightly, he looked at everyone, and made a speech: "...In the presence of the merciful Lord and the Holy See, I ask everyone to allow Archduke Grace to claim Legrand in his rightful capacity. Crown of the Empire..."
The core members of the Royalist Party instantly turned their attention to the Duke of Buckingham.
This is against the conventions of coronation ceremonies!
According to the normal order, the coronation oath should be made first, then the holy oil is received, and finally the conferring ceremony!
But now, Archduke Grace apparently colluded with the cardinal and brought the final conferment ceremony to the forefront. The New Kings already knew about this change, and almost as soon as the cardinal's voice fell, they cheered and shouted "Agree! Agree!"
The Duke of Buckingham's face sank, and he made a simple and powerful gesture.
The royalists in the VIP seats suddenly got up, lifted their gorgeous cloaks one after another, and drew out their sharp swords.
Almost at the same time as the Duke of Buckingham and the others stood up, the new king's party also stopped shouting, also lifted their robes, and pulled out the weapons hidden under the cloak.
In an instant, murderous aura swept through the church.
"Mr. Duke of Buckingham."
The cardinal looked at the Duke of Buckingham with a cold face on the high platform.
"Blood in front of the Holy Lord, is this your reply to the Holy Lord? This is the habitation of the Holy Spirit, not your battlefield!"
"If the Lord's rules can be changed by people, then it is not a big deal for the church to be a battlefield."
The Duke of Buckingham answered, and he drew his sword slowly.
"Follow the rules or go to war now, that's my answer."
Grand Duke Grace's face was ashen.
According to the traditional rules, the coronation oath is proclaimed, the holy oil ceremony is performed, and finally the canonization is awarded... The whole process takes at least half of the morning. And he didn't want to delay for a second at this time.
For some reason, a kind of unease enveloped Grand Duke Glace's heart, and this uneasiness reached its climax when both sides drew their swords.
The two sides were deadlocked for a moment.
The cardinal looked at the Archbishop of St. Weiss, implying that he eased the mood.
However, at this moment, the sound of the collision of gold and iron came from outside the church along with the screams before death. Grand Duke Grace was shocked, and everyone suddenly looked up at the entrance of the church.
The rapid sound of hooves.
It seems that a whole cavalry is rushing forward, and the horses are stomping on it, and the killing intent is undisguised.
This is not his army!
Archduke Grace realized this.
The nobles exclaimed.
A war horse appeared at the entrance of the church's long and narrow nave.
Under the high arch, the man on the warhorse stood against the light, and he was shrouded in shadows, and people could only see his wide scarlet cloak and the narrow arc knife hanging on the side of the warhorse. A drop of blood slowly descended along the graceful lines of the blade.
despair.
That drop of blood fell on the red carpet.
"If I remember correctly—"
The man on the steed slowly raised his head, and the light of the temple fell on his face through the stained glass.
"I am the king!"