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"We have no choice but to accept this situation, Your Highness," the royal guards said, raising their hands.

"Are you kidding me?! Did you all forget the oaths you swore to the royal family?! You call yourselves royal guards?! And damn it, call me Your Majesty!!!"

Prince Raymond was so angry he was almost losing his mind.

“But you haven’t finished your foundation-laying ceremony yet…” a royal guard said quietly.

"Besides... Her Highness the Third Princess is also royalty... So there's actually nothing wrong with us..." Another voice softly appeared.

"You bunch of bastards!?..." Prince Raymond was so enraged that a surge of anger rushed to his throat, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Chapter 173 Protecting One's Own

The king, without any entourage, wore a crown that glared at him like a clown's red nose.

Erica, protected by her rebel army and the Royal Knights, strutted past the royal guards who had surrendered with their hands raised, and approached the isolated and helpless Prince Raymond step by step.

Despite her small stature, she exuded an air of superiority, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "Now, my dear brother, who is it that is still immersed in the unattainable dream of royal power, unwilling to wake up?"

Prince Raymond's throat trembled, and he clutched the dazzling crown on his head tightly, retreating step by step until the cold throne pressed against his heels.

His gaze turned desperately toward the Archmage Bazel beside him, "Master Bazel..."

Bazel sighed softly, shook his head helplessly, and quietly took half a step back, holding his staff, to show his stance.

"No... Brother Leonard... Teacher Alyosha... Save me!" Prince Raymond's panicked eyes darted around as he watched the blade approaching, but he couldn't see anyone willing to lend a helping hand.

“How pathetic. As a fellow member of the royal family, you are like a pathetic worm.” Princess Erica crossed her arms and turned to the rebel general beside her, ordering, “General Dawson, send him on his way, but be careful not to let my crown be stained with his filthy blood.”

The general raised his blade expressionlessly. Prince Raymond, though a mage of considerable skill in the academy, trembled at the sight of the gleaming blade, completely losing all courage to resist.

Just as the blade was about to strike, a melodious soft cry suddenly rang out, "Wait, General."

The general paused, while Erica beside him looked in the direction of the sound with considerable displeasure.

The speaker was Ella. She walked slowly out of the crowd with her fingers interlaced, her pure white skirt fluttering with each step, like a snow lotus blooming in the wind.

"Your Highness, since the throne has already changed hands, why add unnecessary bloodshed?"

"Miss Ella...!!"

When Prince Raymond saw Ella emerge from the crowd to protect him, he was so excited that he was speechless for a moment.

Erica frowned slightly as she looked at Ella's holy appearance. "Saintess of Light, as the representative of the Holy Church, you shouldn't have the right to interfere in the family affairs of the Loren royal family, right?"

“I have no intention of overstepping my bounds, Your Highness Erica, but I am also His Highness Raymond’s aide,” Ella did not back down, stepping slightly in front of Erica, her gentle tone unusually firm, “Since I am loyal to His Highness Raymond, it is also my duty to protect him.”

“How annoying, what a dutiful servant,” Erica narrowed her eyes, a slight smirk playing on her lips. “You really think that with the temple’s protection, I won’t dare do anything to you?”

Ella lowered her head, looking at the young princess's slightly affected manner, and made her stance clear by lowering her eyes.

"Fine!" Princess Erica, still young at heart, couldn't hide her anger after being contradicted, and snapped, "Guards, take her away..."

"Your Highness, Your Highness," the general beside him hurriedly intervened, "You have only just seized...the throne, and your regime is unstable. The Holy Maiden of Light represents the Holy Temple and is also the daughter of Grand Duke Havil. We cannot touch her..."

"Are you blind? Didn't you see she provoked me first?!" Princess Erica grabbed the general's robe at the waist. "She's the one who insisted on interfering in my royal family's affairs! Why can't I control her?!"

"But she does indeed hold that position..."

The general broke out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for the higher-ups in the Secret Order requesting him to support this guy, he really wouldn't have been able to stand the guy's unreasonable and foul temper.

She's just lucky to have been born into a good family and have this kind of good fortune. She's just a little kid who hasn't even grown up yet. How can you explain all these complicated political things to her?

The Holy Maiden of Light probably realized this too. She's really troublesome. Under these circumstances, she still dares to take the risk of finding a breakthrough to impeach the Little Princess. Is she trying to protect Raymond so that she can find an opportunity to make a comeback later...?

Anyway, it's unlikely that we can dissuade the little princess; we'll have to see if we can stop this Holy Maiden of Light.

The general thought for a moment, then turned to look at Ella, his voice cold, "Holy Maiden, please step back and don't make things difficult for us."

He pointed the gleaming blade at Ella, and his battle-hardened killing intent swept over her as if it were a tangible force.

The armored soldiers surrounding the entire hall all gripped their weapons and stared at Ella, their fierce gazes like those of a pack of wolves eyeing their prey.

The soldiers guarding the western frontier were far from being as cowardly as the noble soldiers in the imperial city. Their ferocious aura, forged in blood and yellow sand, immediately made the legs of the nobles who had never been on the battlefield tremble.

Duke Hevil, standing at the back of the crowd, was sweating bullets at the sight. If Ella hadn't told him not to worry about what was happening, he would have rushed forward with his guards to pull his daughter down.

But Ella remained unfazed; it was nothing serious. "I'm sorry, General."

Dawson's brow furrowed slightly beneath his armored mask.

This sergeant, born in Yorkshire and serving as Governor Holman's deputy, had only recently heard of the title "Saint of Light".

I thought he was just some overrated, spoiled aristocrat who had grown up in the arms of his family, but now, just by meeting him, I can see the difference between him and the good-for-nothings around him.

But things would get complicated if things continued like this... He didn't dare to actually kill the Holy Maiden of Light, at least not openly in the main hall.

"Miss Ella!" Just then, Prince Raymond suddenly spoke up, "No... you don't have to go to this lengths for me... go back now... you damned sticky can, if you want to kill someone, kill me, don't touch Miss Ella!"

Ella almost lost control of her pure and elegant expression.

Who the hell is doing this for you? Is Prince Raymond out of his mind?!

She just wanted to find an opportunity to be knocked unconscious or taken away to escape the public eye, so that she could open a portal and slip out to do other things. Protecting Prince Raymond was just the most suitable excuse for her to confront him.

As for being killed, she wouldn't die even if the other party chopped her into mincemeat with a common iron sword.

However, Prince Raymond's words enlightened General Dawson. If he couldn't kill the Holy Maiden, why not just kill the prince? Could that delicate girl possibly stop his sword?

When this thought arose in his mind, he naturally didn't give the other party any time to react. Instantly, he flashed forward and slashed his long sword toward Prince Raymond's head.

Chapter 174 Rebel Leader

"clang"

However, a clang of metal clashing rang out as the heavy blade grazed Prince Raymond's cheek and slashed diagonally at the armrest of the throne behind him.

The diamond-encrusted, intricately carved oak handrail has a deep groove, the power of a sword's edge penetrating into it, leaving cracks in the floor as well.

Prince Raymond's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his head was tilted to the side, and he could even see his pale face reflected in the cold glint of the sword in his peripheral vision.

But the most surprised was General Dawson, who drew his sword.

His eyes widened, for he clearly saw that the moment he took his first step forward to draw his sword, the girl in white in front of him simultaneously kicked up the one-handed sword that the royal guard had thrown down when he surrendered, caught it, and then, at the critical moment, stabbed her own sword, causing the trajectory of her sword strike to deviate.

The movement wasn't particularly fast, but it occurred almost simultaneously with my actions, all in one fluid motion. In other words, it meant that the opponent had already seen through my intentions the instant I made my move, and even the path of my sword strike in the next second.

Is this... possible?

General Dawson looked at Ella, who was slumped on the ground, clutching her wrist, her face contorted in pain, gritting her teeth, and struggling to endure the pain.

The one-handed sword he had just used to deflect his blade flew far away from his hand.

Or perhaps... it was just an instinctive urge to block it? Or was it just good luck?

General Dawson could tell from the girl's tearful eyes that she wasn't faking it, but the fact remained that he had failed.

On the other side, Prince Raymond's head was saved, but his crown was not so lucky. It was split in two by the sword and rolled on the floor like a wheel.

This enraged Princess Erica. "Damn it, my crown! Look what you've done!?"

"Your Highness, calm down. The crown is just a symbol. You are still the king even without the crown..."

"What kind of king is a king without a crown?!" The young girl's eyes were bloodshot, her violent expression completely unlike that of a child. "Death penalty! I'm going to execute you, and that damned Holy Maiden of Light, both of you!!! Now, immediately!!!"

"Kill them all!!!"

General Dawson's face beneath his mask was ashen. Making such a scene in public would surely leave many hidden dangers for the future.

Little brat, trying to mess with me.

Ella glanced furtively at Erica's enraged expression and let out a barely perceptible chuckle.

Choosing to support such a pampered, young puppet king means being prepared to be betrayed by his childish arrogance.

This large group of nobles from the imperial court, though not lacking in power, did not offer assistance simply because it was none of their business and there was no need to fight the rebels to the death.

But if this little princess really goes mad and does something excessive that incites public anger and rebellion, and everyone gets involved in the battle and becomes a mess, she could take advantage of the chaos and secretly assassinate the other party.

Perhaps the Empire's number one swordsman, Captain Soren, is a bit troublesome, but as long as he's not completely focused on Princess Erica, it won't be difficult for me to find an opportunity to assassinate him with my cunning skills.

"Hey, who has angered His Majesty the King so much?"

Just then, a deep, resonant voice came from the entrance of the main hall.

Ella looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall, middle-aged man in a dark blue noble military uniform covered with badges appear inside the barrier.

Beneath his short black hair with a few graying temples, his face was as resolute and sharply defined as granite. Although his upturned lips held a smile, his gaze remained deep and cold.

"Uncle Holman!"

Upon hearing this voice, Princess Erica seemed to change her temperament, her previous furious expression vanishing as she turned and ran towards the middle-aged man.

Holman?

With the help of several guards, Ella pretended to be weak as she got up, but her eyes were filled with disbelief as she looked at the middle-aged man who had arrived late.

They look slightly different, but they should be the same person.

Eli Holman.

Ye Xiao had seen a picture of this guy in his previous life.

He was a renowned military commander under the Witch of the End, Ella, in charge of the eastern front of the continent, namely the region of Loren and its neighboring countries. He commanded the corrupted Holy Temple army to drive the resistance forces back to the northern border.

It is said that later, a team of top players and natives joined forces to form an assassination squad and perished together with the enemy, which finally allowed the resistance to emerge from the vast snowfield.

Ye Xiao was deeply impressed because he once thought that the leaders of the corrupted demon army were mostly abstract figures with tentacles that had been corrupted. However, when he saw the photos that the players had secretly dug up, he found that they looked like ordinary people.

Of course, he still had a certain air about him when you saw him in person. It turns out that he was originally involved with Erica's rebels.

I don't know if I can capture... no, I mean I don't know if I'll have a chance to recruit him in this lifetime.

Ella thought to herself that it was a waste for this guy to work for Erica.

"Your Majesty, how is the situation here?" Holman asked with a smile, looking at the little princess who was clutching his clothes.

"Dawson, and that saintess, those two damned bastards ruined my crown!"

"Ok?"

Holman raised his head slightly, first exchanging a glance with General Dawson, who had just pulled his sword from the throne, and then looking thoughtfully at Ella, who was being supported by a guard and appeared to be injured.

“Your Holiness, it seems my subordinate has been somewhat offensive. I apologize on his behalf.”

"The royal conflicts of our mortal empires are bound to involve bloodshed, but since the Holy Maiden is compassionate by nature and does not wish to see suffering, why don't we each give way a little?"

“We will not harm His Highness, but he will need to be cared for by our people in the palace afterward. This is the biggest concession we can make. What does Your Highness think?”

Upon hearing those three sentences, Ella immediately realized that this person was indeed not easy to deal with.

He immediately saw what had happened, gave her a way out, and crushed any possibility of Prince Raymond turning the tables.

Tsk, forget it. Maybe it would be safer to find an opportunity to kill this guy later. There are talented people everywhere, there's no need to recruit them from the opposing camp.

Holman was unaware that his three sentences had stirred up murderous intent in the girl before him, and he still had to calm Erica down.

"Huh!? Take care of what!? Why should I send someone to take care of that bug brother!?" The little princess was very dissatisfied.

“Your Majesty, a wise king needs a magnanimous heart,” Holman said slowly. “For an adversary who no longer poses a threat, the right way is to set aside emotional hostility and instead find ways to exploit them.”

Would this little princess listen to such words? Ella, who was watching this scene, was somewhat surprised.

Surprisingly, Erica actually stopped making a fuss: "I see... alright, someone come and take this bug away, I don't want to see him again!"

"As for the crown, this old item with its worn-out feel is from the past. Make a new one, and that will be your crown, Your Majesty."

Holman smiled and took Erica's hand. "As for now, I think the top priority should be completing your coronation ceremony."

"Ah! You're right, Uncle Holman, how come I didn't think of that!"

Erica, led by Holman, skipped excitedly across the blood-stained floor swept clean by rebel soldiers, and sat on the cracked throne amidst the gazes of the nobles.

"The ceremony of erecting the foundation stone continues, my subjects!"

Chapter 175 The Traitor

The solemn music began again, and the coronation ceremony continued, but the person on the throne was no longer the same.

Soldiers clad in iron armor lined both sides of the hall, their sharp eyes fixed on the Archmage Bazel and Archbishop Holmes performing the holy baptism for the new king.

The nobles forced smiles, presenting gifts and best wishes, while Prince Godwin silently witnessed it all, sighing inwardly.