Successors of all mankind

"I should have been by your side sooner, after all, today is a special day that His Majesty prepared for you!"

"However, an old friend of mine recommended a knight, so I'll go ahead and guide this gentleman."

The princess sighed helplessly as she listened to the words "His Majesty" and "recommendation".

"Ha, yet another so-called knight. I hope he won't be as uninteresting as the one below."

The man in the purple robe tucked his hands into his sleeves and held them in front of him, maintaining a dignified posture as if he were always about to bow.

"In my personal opinion, Lord Constantine is still very outstanding!"

"Constantine? Ha! Rome? It's Rome?!"

"What a magnificent and surprising name, but it seems that no one below deserves the name Rome."

Having piqued the princess's interest, Maris promptly corrected her, saying:

“My esteemed lord, Lord Constantine, though also a knight, is not below!”

Chapter 8, etc.

"Not down there?"

The unexpected answer made the princess slightly raise her beautiful eyebrows.

Then, she looked down and said:

“Serna Windsor isn’t down there either. Does that mean he, like Serna, thinks I’m unworthy of their service?”

The man in purple robes lowered his head and said:

"Lady Windsor is the first in line to the Duke of Windsor, and by law she cannot become your knight, and naturally she cannot be here, Your Highness."

"You will be her sovereign, and she will be your vassal!"

The princess, however, did not accept this explanation at all. She simply said with a slightly melancholy tone:

"If I really had to choose a knight, it would only be her, but she obviously chose someone else."

"After all, she wasn't even willing to show her face here."

Having said that, the princess turned back to look at the man in purple robes, a slight smile playing on her lips.

“She is a descendant of Windsor, and I am my father’s only daughter. Logically and morally, she should be here, shouldn’t she? Even if she has to refuse in the end, she is unwilling to do even that.”

"It seems she has chosen something she really likes."

The man in purple robes fell silent. He simply lowered his head.

The princess, however, said with little interest:

"But that's fine too. She's not the knight I wanted, although I don't dislike her as much as before. But she's rigid and inflexible. Her lord will definitely have a headache because of her."

"Heh, maybe I should find some time to talk to the person she chose and see if I was right!"

It's simply unthinkable that a future duke would become someone else's knight.

But the Windsor family was different, especially the Windsor family when the Glory King was still alive.

Finally, Albion's gold medalist changed the subject:

"Then where is he? Why isn't our Rome here either?"

The man in purple robes then began to explain:

"Because Lord Constantine is not here to become your knight; he is applying to be a court knight, and today is his first day on duty. I'm just showing him the way!"

The completely unexpected answer caused the princess to show surprise for the first time.

Although fleeting, it truly exists.

"A court knight? Hmm, how interesting. Where is he? I want to see who dares to use such a name!"

The man in purple robes stood in front of the small door and said:

"Your Highness, Lord Constantine is not the knight His Majesty has chosen for you. He is merely here to serve in the palace. You should stay here and continue selecting your knight!"

It blocked it, yet it didn't.

Following the direction blocked by the purple-robed man, the princess stood up and said:

"It looks like it's under that old white poplar tree."

As the princess walked straight past him, the man in purple robes stopped her again and said:

"Your Highness, you should choose a knight! This is also what His Majesty desires!"

Seeing the eunuch who had stopped her again, the princess waved her hand helplessly and perfunctorily, saying:

"Alright, alright, I'll choose a knight, but at least let me get some fresh air first, it stinks in here!"

Finally, the princess walked through the small door and headed towards the old white poplar.

Many ministers and men in purple robes had no choice but to follow.

However, one of them deliberately stepped forward quickly, walked to the man in purple robes, and asked:

"Lord Maris, I'm very curious, how did you come to know this Sir Constantine?"

Maris glanced at the person beside him, the eldest son of Duke Marty.

One of the four pillars of the kingdom, unlike the House of Windsor, which is gradually declining and only survives because of the Glory King's nostalgia.

The Marty family is a truly powerful noble family; they have no problems in terms of fiefdoms, titles, armies, purity, and wealth.

“Lord Marty, there’s nothing to say about this. Lord Constantine and I don’t know each other, but Lord Bill, who recommended him, is a friend of mine for many years.”

“My old friend has passed away, so as his close friend, it is my duty to take on his responsibilities. That is all, sir.”

Is that really all there is to it?

Maris and Bill's friendship is well-known.

However, the appearance of Constantine was too coincidental.

In particular, was this guy really not intentionally sending the princess to meet Constantine?

That damned eunuch, seemingly trying to dissuade her, is actually constantly piquing the princess's interest.

Maltey, squinting, asked:

“Lord Maris, you have been the chief steward of the palace as far back as I can remember, but I know nothing about what happened before that, and I don’t know where you are from?”

“I am a homeless refugee who lost my home due to the war. It was His Majesty who took me in and gave me a chance!”

"Therefore, I should be considered His Majesty's person!"

After nodding, Maltese tentatively asked:

What are your thoughts on Byzantium?

“What opinion can I possibly have? I am the steward of Albion’s court, and I have nothing to do with Justinian’s Byzantium.”

"If I had to say, sir, I could only say that he is nothing more than an overconfident fool who tries to divide up the glory of gold."

Having gotten nothing out of him, Maltese then said:

“I think so too, Lord Maris.”

"However, our princess is too picky, and I think your plan will be difficult to succeed."

"It was just fulfilling my duty to an old friend."

The man in purple robes remained unmoved, or rather, impeccable.

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Under that white poplar tree, Yule was waiting for Maris to return.

This seems to be a place where court knights shouldn't be. Without anyone to guide her, Yu Le felt it best not to wander off.

To avoid causing any trouble.

As for exploring new paths, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Don't rush things!

At that very moment, Pandora suddenly said:

"Sir, an unexpected guest has arrived, and that is our target!"

What are our goals?

Yu Le followed the sound.

The first thing you see is the hair, a bright, unreal gold, as if the sunlight had been melted and drawn into threads to drape over the shoulders.

The second thing to look at is the face, exquisitely beautiful but inlaid with golden cracks. This should have been a terrifying sight, but because of its owner's excessive beauty, it became a perfect complement to the beautiful porcelain.

The third eye is an eye, golden pupils falling on me, with a strong, yet waning, interest.

Finally, there was the dazzling jewel hanging on her chest.

This gemstone is truly beautiful, flowing like a galaxy.

But it was completely overshadowed by something more beautiful.

Yu Le was still sitting on the stone bench, not having had a chance to stand up.

The other person had stopped three steps away from him.

She wore a loose, moon-white robe as she walked on the grass, with pale gold cracks winding up her ankles.

She glanced at Yu Le for a few seconds.

Ultimately, he was extremely disappointed:

"There's nothing special about it!"

This puzzled Yu Le greatly. "Wait, what are you doing here? And what brings you here?"

This also prompted Marty to say smugly to Maris:

"It seems your plans have indeed failed, and after all, Byzantium is not Rome, is it?"

After saying that, Marty looked very seriously at Maris beside him.

He attempted to probe for something with a seemingly random yet meaningful remark.

But the other party just shrugged and said:

"This was merely an attempt to fulfill a duty for an old friend. Do you really think it will work, sir?"

Marty's attempts to probe were futile and backfired.

This annoyed him.

But the next moment, he and everyone else were astonished to hear the princess suddenly say something to the nameless soldier in surprise:

"and many more!"

Chapter 9 I choose him!

An unexpected event then occurred, much to the astonishment of the ministers, especially Marty.

Their princess, the most dazzling gold of Albion.

Suddenly, he strode up to the nameless nobody and looked him up and down.

She even went so far as to approach the other person and sniff it carefully.

"Your Highness?!"

The ladies-in-waiting gasped in surprise, took half a step forward in unison, and then stopped at the same time.

No one dared to really stop her.

Albion's gold can do whatever it wants, they know that, they're just used to reminding her "that's not right".

But today, they didn't even offer a reminder.

Because they could also see that Her Highness was serious.

The princess indeed ignored the ladies-in-waiting's advice.