Successors of all mankind

"That was before I came along, and when you were a child! But can't we switch? You go back to your country, and I'll stay?"

"Are you sure you can understand the political changes in Albion's capital? You can't even figure out how many factions those orcs are divided into!"

These words silenced Anna completely. In the Great Ruins, they encountered an enormous orc group.

They were almost eaten alive by the other side, but thanks to the traveler's keen observation and skillful maneuvering, they not only escaped safely but also managed to obtain a lot of good things from the orcs.

As for her, she didn't understand what the orcs wanted or what they wanted to do at all, and as he said, she didn't even understand the factions among these orcs.

“Alright, I understand. However, I will take you to Numen Nor first. I will leave only when you are truly safe.”

Anna thought that this should make her completely safe.

"Of course, but we can't be Robespierre!"

One Robespierre had just left, and another one was coming right after; it's impossible not to pay attention to them.

So the traveler took out a human skin mask and put it on again.

In this way, a new minor nobleman was born.

After that, everything became much easier.

He has a full set of identification documents, and Albion and Francesnia are staunch allies.

Therefore, he received excellent hospitality and traveled to the capital under the protection of the slaves of Nor.

Seeing this, Anna felt relieved and embarked on her journey back home.

Little did she know that when the traveler saw her off with a beaming smile...

Looking back at the traveler in the capital of Albion, he swallowed hard.

Albion and France are staunch allies.

But this incident could shatter all of that.

He didn't know how far Albion would go for this, but he roughly knew how far they were capable of doing.

Therefore, it is immediately clear where it is safe and where it is dangerous.

"Humanity above, I hope the friendship between the two princesses will remain unchanged, I hope our alliance will be unbreakable, I hope, I hope I can return alive..."

Anxious prayers, a mysterious sound, a sense of unease, a feeling of dread, a sense of loss, a sense of impending doom.

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In the capital of Albion, Princess Golden was happily humming a little tune she had composed.

He chose his knight to celebrate the princess's choice.

The nobles held a grand banquet at the palace.

This was both to celebrate the princess and to introduce the nobles to this new 'pinnacle of power'.

Not to mention that the princess will be crowned sooner or later, even at present, the only knight of the Golden Bloodline is enough to automatically grant him supreme power.

In addition, it is rumored that the princess valued this knight highly, rather than choosing him reluctantly under pressure from the King of Glory and the council.

Therefore, his power will likely rise to a new level.

Especially since the princess was completely alone inside and out, with only luxurious tableware, countless delicacies, and him.

Looking up at Constantine, who stood behind the princess on the high platform.

Marty was filled with mixed emotions. Beside him was his younger brother, the knight with the fine mustache.

Instead of remaining silent, his younger brother couldn't help but speak:

"Perhaps I should throw a glove at that nobody and teach him a lesson in the dueling arena! Maybe I can even kill him by accident!"

Although he knew it was said in anger, Malte still retorted in order to prevent the other party from being truly moved:

“He is the face of the royal family now. Even if you were to duel him, you would only lose. Besides, I’m worried that the moment you throw the glove, the princess will kill you.”

Chapter 16: Who is whose knight?

The second son of the Marty family could certainly understand the previous statement, but he only looked at the knight, who was certainly not as good as himself, with sarcasm.

Yes, what can these guys do besides relying on the royal family's name?

He's just a traitor who's gone too far.

Compared to me, a true knight, he is nothing!

But when the next sentence came out, he froze instantly, his body leaning against the pillar straightening involuntarily, and then he looked at his brother in disbelief:

"what?"

What do you mean I threw down my gloves to challenge the other person to a duel? Would I be killed by the princess first?

Who is whose knight?

Marty, his face grim and extremely grave, looked at the nameless soldier and said:

"The Byzantine scoundrels found themselves a safe skirt so they could hide in it at any time. What despicable creatures!"

"The last Romans were not as brave as the original Romans at all!"

"Shameful!"

"They have utterly disgraced Rome's sacred dignity!"

Just as he was filled with rage, the two men and the surrounding vassals witnessed an even more shocking scene.

The entire hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

The princess turned her head and said something to Yu Le behind her, then pointed to the empty seat next to her—one of the main seats, reserved for members of the royal family.

Since there are only two members of the Albion royal family, the place is theoretically not the place of the Glorious King who cannot be present.

Yu Le hesitated for a moment. Then he sat down.

The band continued playing dance music, but more than half of the people had forgotten they were spinning. The wine glasses in the hands of the nobles mostly stopped in mid-air.

Only members of the royal family should be beside the princess. But now, an unknown nobody is sitting in the main seat.

The bearded knight slapped his forehead:

Damn it!

It seems that if he goes up there, he might really get beaten to death by the princess.

What's even funnier is that he saw two knights who had stood with him during the day, after drinking a few glasses of wine, walking in two different directions towards the royal seats with great resentment.

Clearly, they were dissatisfied that their 'status' and 'honor' had been taken away by an unknown nobody.

But then they saw this scene.

The smell of alcohol on his face vanished instantly.

The two stopped, their eyes lighting up at each other, and they laughed as they walked straight toward each other with their arms outstretched.

Then, the two big men started dancing happily on the dance floor.

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Let's go back a little bit.

Yu Le stood to the side of the royal family's seats, looking down at the deep red and gold illuminated by candlelight.

This was the first time he had stood at such a high place overlooking a banquet.

The long table was covered with velvet, and the silver cutlery and candlelight reflected each other, creating a beautiful scene.

The band played soothing music in the corner, while servants carried plate after plate of food that he couldn't name but looked extremely precious.

He even saw a creature resembling a dragon served as the main course.

Of course, it wasn't as exaggerated as what the slave Nor saw.

The princess sat in the main seat a few steps away. She wore a deep gold dress today, the hem of which flared out on both sides of the seat. Although her posture was casual, it was not as natural as Miss Windsor's.

But it is still elegant enough.

These aristocratic women seem to have integrated etiquette and elegance into every moment and every action of their lives.

However, it's also possible that they are simply good-looking enough.

He looked away and back down at the crowd below. They were drinking, talking, dancing, and sizing each other up.

At the same time, hundreds and thousands of eyes were constantly falling on him.

To be honest, this is not what he expected.

It's too conspicuous; he'd much rather resolve everything quietly.

Just then, the princess spoke. She turned to look at Yu Le with a puzzled expression, then patted the seat next to her and said:

"Sir, why are you still standing? Sit down, sit next to me."

Looking at the spot next to the princess, Yu Le hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate, Your Highness?"

The princess rested her hands on the table, propped her chin on her hands, and smiled at Yu Le:

"What could be inappropriate? Is there anyone else sitting next to me here?"

Yu Le didn't argue, and went along with it by sitting down next to the princess.

At that very moment, the princess suddenly burst into laughter.

She gestured for Yu Le to look in the direction she was pointing.

“Look, those two idiots are one of the people who wanted to replace you during the day. They must be very unhappy with you now, feeling that you have taken everything from them.”

"But now? After a few drinks, the courage I finally mustered up has all vanished the moment you sat down."

“They’re very unhappy with you, Sir. But it’s alright, you’re here with me. That’s good, and you’re safe.”

Is it safe?

Yu Le subconsciously touched Pandora.

He couldn't touch it, of course, because Pandora was hidden under his arm armor.

After a brief pause, Yu Le withdrew his hand and then said to the princess:

"Are you protecting me in this way?"

Clearly, someone wanted to take advantage of the alcohol, but the princess's attitude completely thwarted their attempt.

Their appearance may not be simply due to anger and drunken rage, but more likely a sign from a powerful force behind the scenes.

But now, the princess has blocked all of that.

"This is my banquet, and it's also yours. We can't just kill them all, can we?"

That arrogance, lack of interest, and ruthless malice vanished from the princess at that moment.

She withdrew her hand and sat back down in her seat with proper posture.

Then, she looked at Yu Le with great curiosity and said:

"And I'd also like you to come closer, Sir. It's strange, but I feel very peaceful around you."

The stench still lingered, but the subtle, pervasive sense of fear slowly faded away.

This gave her a rare sense of peace, especially amidst such a large crowd.

As she spoke, she pointed to the vassals below, a somewhat dangerous smile playing on her lips:

"As a result, they all seem less unbearable to me."

She is changing just as the King of Glory expected; though not much, it is indeed happening.

Watching the princess and the Roman coward constantly interacting on the high platform.

Marty nearly crushed his wine glass, and his younger brother beside him frowned and said:

"It seems the princess has noticed those two idiots too. It's outrageous! Not only has she openly defended that nobody, but she's even willing to take a relatively gentle approach to avoid...making his banquet look bad?"

After saying that without much certainty,

The bearded knight couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart: