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"No, that stuff gives me a headache. It's just a bunch of numbers. I just hope the investment can be carried out steadily."

Moran had a rough idea of Britain's financial situation.

Britain was much richer than he had imagined.

Although the investment in modern magic and Chaldea's projects is astronomical for ordinary people.

However, it is not difficult for the entire country of Britain to bear such expenses.

Britain has never lacked money and resources.

What they lack is innovation, the mystery of a new generation that can transcend the current era. Only by not being overtaken by others can Britain continue to maintain its strength.

Ultimately, Britain is competing in a Cold War with humanity.

The foundation of human nature itself is unstable, and it may also face threats from ancestors and beasts.

There is no room to fight against Britain.

It will face many more challenges in the future.

In this vortex, Britain must find a way to gain a firm foothold and not be affected by the enemies of human reason.

“With the king’s support, I have finally alleviated the headaches I’ve been having. I can’t express my gratitude to the Animusphia family in words.

In the future, the Human Observation Agency, Chaldea, will surely realize its value for Britain. We will never let you down."

Marisbury said very seriously.

At the same time, he also shifted his gaze to the other person beside him.

"......"

Moran fell silent for a few seconds when he saw this.

Her long platinum hair and skin as white as the snow field embody the manners of courtesy and good breeding.

However, she felt a bit uncoordinated and nervous.

Of course he knew this girl.

"This is my daughter, Olga Marie Yasmiret Animusphia."

"My king, your good health."

Olga Marie saluted Moran.

Those beautiful amber eyes were covered with moist mist, and the little face with a blush was very cute.

"Well......"

Moran felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

He clearly just mentioned it last time.

This time, Marisbilly really brought his daughter to him, and was watched by so many people.

It really makes people live in Bengbu.

In the past, Moran only had intelligence memories of Olga Marie and had never met her directly.

Now we are face to face like this.

He found that the other person was just as he imagined, undoubtedly a delicate and fragile girl.

Although, he looks very strong on the surface.

But the tension and anxiety hidden behind this strength is Olga Marie's true self.

She tried her best to do everything well.

Hope to be recognized by others.

"...Mary, I can just call you Mary."

Moran was silent for a moment before he replied.

It turned out that he couldn't refuse such a girl.

From this eager and respectful gaze, he knew that the girl regarded him as a light.

Let the girl who has been enduring the cold winter.

Just watch the fire go away.

Some of them are too cruel.

Moran was a king with great love in his heart, so naturally he did not want to see his beloved subjects suffer such torture.

In his eyes, people who work hard are cute.

The same is true of Olga Marie.

"Huh?! Of course you can! King, if you'd like to address me like that, that would be great!"

Mary seemed a little flattered.

Moran called her Mary right from the start, not any other unfamiliar name, which was obviously intended to show closeness.

Mary is used only by her family and close friends.

"Haha, Mary, there's no need to be so nervous. I'm not a strict person. On the contrary, I'm very casual by nature. I only act like this in situations like this."

"King...isn't this the case when you're in private?"

"Of course. How tiring would that be? I only maintain this look after I recently ascended the throne."

Moran shrugged helplessly.

He also vented his grievances to Mary, which was a rare occasion.

It's true that maintaining a kingly demeanor is very handsome.

But, it’s also very tiring.

No matter what he does, he will attract people's attention, and every glance is filled with respect and love.

It's like this no matter where you go.

Everyone feels tired.

"However, let's just keep this a secret between you and me. Common sense suggests that pouring out your grievances to your subjects like this is not what a proper king would do.

I've said all this just to let you know, Mary, that I'm just like you, Mary. Not that noble.

Moran used magic to block the sound transmission.

Only Mary could hear the above conversation, so this little trick was nothing to him.

"I-I understand, King!"

Mary was very excited.

However, she still tried hard to suppress her restlessness, her little heart was beating wildly uncontrollably.

The word "secret" is full of fatal magic for young girls.

She knew things that many people didn't know.

This alone was enough to make the girl feel intoxicated, believing that she was receiving special care from the king.

Chapter 385: Continuing This Ancient Tradition [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Because he had an aristocratic upbringing.

Olga Marie was trying hard to suppress the thoughts in her heart and try not to look too shaken.

However, she was only a twelve-year-old girl, and her ability to control her facial expressions was ultimately limited.

It's not just the nervous look.

Moran and Marisbury could tell just by looking at the details of her clenched palms and her faster breathing.

Although Moran's revealing of the secret brought him closer to Mary.

But he obviously underestimated Mary's excitement.

At this moment, she looked like a little fangirl, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be shining with stars.

This is a very tricky situation for Moran.

However, this is a good thing for Marisbury, as he feels it is quite good as he has rich experience.

Not only did Wang not show any disgust.

Also showed a friendly attitude.

Mary's heart was also with Moran. It could be said that her eyes were now almost only fixed on him.

"Your Majesty, I have something else I wish to discuss with you. My daughter is not particularly talented. It is truly an honor for the Animusphia family to be valued by Your Majesty. Therefore, if Your Majesty does not mind, I would like to continue the ancient British tradition."

"...an ancient tradition?"

Moran couldn't help but frown slightly.

He knew quite a lot about traditions, and after listening to what Marisbil said, he felt a vague sense of unease.

"Yes, I wish to send Mary to your court as a student or attendant. By observing the etiquette and customs of the noble royal family, this will also help my unworthy daughter prepare for the noble life in advance. I sincerely hope that you will agree to my request."

Marisbury lowered his body quite low.

He had said before that he would provide Mary with all the necessary support, and that was not an act of bluffing at all.

“…So that’s what it is.”

Moran remembered the tradition.

If you trace it back carefully, it can be traced back to the Middle Ages.

At that time, lower-ranking nobles would generally serve as attendants or students in the homes of higher-ranking nobles.

This ancient tradition has continued for a long time, and even now many families still use it.

Generally, those who make such requests are lower-ranking nobles.

This is because once an offspring is allowed to enter the home of a high-ranking noble as a student or attendant, it basically lays the foundation for the offspring's first group of aristocratic political circles to make friends with.

The royal family can be said to be the top one.

You can understand this by looking at Moran's social circle as a member of the royal family.

Those who are qualified to enter Buckingham Palace to meet him are either the twelve monarchs or high-ranking officials such as secretaries of state.

"Eh, eh!? Father! You, you're so sudden! You want me to serve as a student and attendant in the king's palace?!"

"Mary, this is a great honor. In the past, it was rare for children of nobles to enter the royal family as students or retainers. Or do you have other ideas?"

Marisbury said calmly.

He has seen through his daughter's immature mind.

"No! No! How could I have any other thoughts? I think it is the greatest honor. Just like me... like me..."

Mary's voice became increasingly quiet.

Looking at the twelve monarchical families throughout the ages, those who can enjoy such treatment at a young age are generally either geniuses among geniuses, or talents that are indispensable to Britain.

She was very eager to receive this honor.

The more passionate and dazzling it is, the more afraid you are of losing it.

"......"

Moran did not answer directly, but took a few steps forward.

Marisbury understood what she meant and asked Mary to stay where she was until he finished talking to Moran.

Moran saw that only Marisbury was left by his side and said:

"Marisbury. From what I understand, you intend to make Mary the next monarch of the Astronomical Department? Even if so, you also intend to have Mary come to my court as a student and squire?"

Moran's eyes were not just focused on the girl.

He is a king with profound experience.

If Marisbil really intended to do this, it would be equivalent to making the Animusphia family's position completely shift to the side of the royal family.