A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 1103

Chapter 1103: Chapter 756 Crown Position Resolution (Part 2) Chapter 1103: Chapter 756 Crown Position Resolution (Part 2) The participants had all gathered.

That's not entirely accurate, for not everyone had joined this crown decision. Or rather, there were not many monarchs who participated in the crown decision. According to Reines, at times like these, each faction would hand over their voting rights to the faction representative, and unless it was an exceedingly serious meeting, the likelihood of all members attending was not great.

Sitting to the left was a formally dressed elderly woman who looked quite advanced in years. Despite her apparent age, she radiated a vigor that did not match her years. She was the monarch of the Democratic Faction, one of the three great nobles, in charge of the Creation discipline–Inora Baneyreta Atorokhuom.

Next to this elderly woman sat a man whose stature was not as towering as Duanmu Huai, but was equally robust, with a head full of blond hair. One could even see the muscles bulging under his tight suit.

By appearance, he looked more like a boxer or a bodybuilding champion rather than a magician.

But in fact, this muscular man was also one of the three great nobles, in charge of all the Basic disciplines, and at the apex of the Democratic Faction–Magdanil Tranbellio Elrod.

To the right sat an equally aged old man with long white hair and beard, his tall, thin body making him resemble an animate undead. Indeed, he was the representative of the Nobility Faction, the monarch of the Spiritism, Rufeireus Nazelle Julifis.

Beside this elderly man sat a beautiful young girl who seemed completely out of place in this gathering, with her dazzling blonde hair and blue eyes. Compared to the old-fashioned attire of the other monarchs, her outfit was quite trendy and fashionable, more akin to a model or an idol than nobility.

Who is this?

Duanmu Huai glanced at Reines, who also appeared bewildered.

Perhaps sensing their confusion, the girl with twin ponytails greeted them.

“Hello, nice to meet you. I am the super cute British beauty, May Lydia Achelotte. Ah, of course, I've already obtained voting rights.”

Achelotte… Oh, Reines mentioned them–a faction among the nobility in charge of the Botany discipline… Ah…

For some reason, witnessing this scene made Duanmu Huai feel as if he had entered the world of Harry Potter. So what's the point of calling this place the Clock Tower? Might as well just rename it Hogwarts.

A meeting of school department heads, where is the headmaster?

Come to think of it, Bath Merlot didn't show up.

Looking at the empty seat, Duanmu Huai pursed his lips in displeasure. He had wanted to make an example out of the most prestigious Bath Merlot family of the Clock Tower, but with no 'chicken' showing up, that was no longer an option.

“Since everyone is here, let us begin the crown decision,” said one.

Fortunately, these people didn't seem to have the habit of making idle talk. After Reines entered the meeting room, the muscular man spoke up decisively.

“Since Kenneth died unexpectedly in a magical ceremony in the Far East, the El-Melloi Family has lost control over the Mineral discipline. Although the El-Melloi Family now has a new heir, her age and experience are not yet sufficient to take control over the Mineral discipline. Am I right?”

“Wait a moment.”

However, before the other could proceed, Duanmu Huai interrupted him.

“I would like to declare here that the Tribunal has acquired the El-Melloi Family. The El-Melloi Family is now under the management of the Tribunal. Therefore, both the title of monarch and the control of the Mineral discipline are inherited by us, the Tribunal.”

“Who are you?”

Only at this point did the muscular man turn his head, seemingly taking a real look at Duanmu Huai for the first time.

“I am Grand Judge Duanmu Huai of the Tribunal, and also, until Miss Reines El-Melloi comes of age, the acting Clan Leader and Monarch of the El-Melloi Family,” replied Duanmu Huai, without flinching under the muscular man's gaze.

“This is interesting…”

Upon hearing Duanmu Huai's response, the muscular man let out a cold laugh.

“The Tribunal? I have never heard of this organization, and I don't know where you came from…”

“I have no time for idle chatter with you, so I'll just say it straight,” Duanmu Huai waved his hand, cutting off the muscular man's speech. Although the other party was one of the twelve Monarchs who reign over the Clock Tower, he did not regard him in the least.

“If you are willing to acknowledge the agreement between the Tribunal and the El-Melloi Family, then I can also make some concessions to a certain extent, of course, we are not entirely unprepared.” As he spoke, Duanmu Huai snapped his fingers.

“Come forth, CASTER.”

Following Duanmu Huai's summoning, everyone saw Medea silently emerge from behind Duanmu Huai and land on the ground. Upon seeing the girl's appearance, the faces of the four people present changed, even the previously indifferent Magdanil Tranbellio Elrod was now staring wide-eyed in surprise, while Rufeireus Nazelle Julifis, an elder central figure of the Nobility Faction, trembled as if he could hardly believe what he was seeing.

“Greetings to everyone, please allow me to formally introduce myself. My class is CASTER, named Medea. I am a disciple of the Moon Goddess Hecate and the Chief Priestess of the Temple, devoted to practicing magic. It's our first meeting, please take good care of me,” Medea said, holding a Magic Wand, smiling at everyone, and bowing respectfully–after all, she was also a Princess of Colchis and naturally would not lack in manners.

“Is this… a Boundary Record Strip?”

Even the Monarchs of the Clock Tower changed their countenance in the face of Medea, the replica of a Heroic Spirit recorded in human history, a Servant. No matter how extraordinary a Magician's abilities were, they could not be compared to the arcane powers they possessed. Let alone the fact that the CASTER who stood before them took pride in magic, was the historically famous Witch, the Princess of Colchis–Medea.

All those present trembled, no, or rather it was because they, as Monarchs, had witnessed too much of the mysterious, hence they understood more clearly than anyone how unusual the existence of this Heroic Spirit was before them.

It was a power vastly different from that of modern magicians, strong, terrifying, and an incomparable embodiment of unreasonableness.

“With the Holy Grail as the vessel, Heroic Spirits descend… Zolgen Makiri's thesis, which seemed like a fairy tale fantasy, has become reality?”

Rufeireus Nazelle Julifis, the head of the Spiritism class, grasped the armrests of his chair tightly, his eyes fixed on Medea, his voice sounding like a ghoul from underground. At this moment, the Spiritism Monarch had completely lost his usual calm, his entire body trembling slightly.

“Let me introduce her to you, this is my Servant, CASTER–Medea. If you agree to my demands, then in return, I can have Medea teach at the Clock Tower, which I think should be a decent reward for magicians of this era.”

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly changed. A class taught by a Magician of the Age of Gods, for modern magicians, even the slightest guidance from the Age of God would bring unimaginable gains.

However, a lesson personally taught by a Magician of the Age of Gods?

One could imagine, it would be enough to drive every family in the Clock Tower mad with desire.

Since it was about teaching, the number of students would definitely be limited. Not to mention that the person in question was one of the most famous Witches in myth and legend, no matter what faction one belonged to, they would naturally hope to be guided by this Witch.

“So… what if we were to oppose?”

Taking a deep breath, the muscular man coldly observed Duanmu Huai. In response to the muscle man's question, Duanmu Huai let out a chuckle and then made a gesture, after which Medea disappeared again, while Duanmu Huai turned his gaze to the people present.

Immediately afterward, an incomparable aura of murder and terrifying strength burst from him.

“Then, the Clock Tower would have no reason to exist.”

Duanmu Huai stood there, watching the four people before him, the terrifying strength emanating from him as if it were tangible, easily crushing the magicians' defenses. Reines could even see the magical radiance flashing over their figures and then shattering completely. At the same time, everyone's faces turned ashen, they could clearly feel the terror of this overwhelming strength.

It was a horrifying power that, even as magicians, they could barely comprehend, a power that filled every corner, almost making it difficult to breathe. Even Reines, who stood beside Duanmu Huai, could feel the surging magical power emanating from him, a force almost equivalent to a tsunami, so much so that just standing there gave her the fear of being at the mouth of a volcano, watching the churning lava about to erupt.

“This is the final ultimatum,” Duanmu Huai said, watching the people, his voice cold.

“The Tribunal does not tolerate refusal, much less opposition. If you disagree, then I will have no choice but to annihilate the entire Clock Tower, along with London itself. There will no longer be a Clock Tower here, and even this country will sink to the bottom of the sea. If you don't believe me, then feel free to try and see if I can accomplish that. I assure you, no family of magicians in this country will be able to escape, not even if Bath Merlot himself were to come; he would only face a dead end.”

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai twisted his lips into a sinister and terrifying grin. At that moment, everyone fell silent; they understood very well why Duanmu Huai was doing this. Following the ominous power that made them tremble and the almost soul-crushing atmosphere of terror, they then heard Duanmu Huai's voice, like the growl of a wild beast.

“Make your choice, everyone. To borrow a phrase from Hamlet–'To be or not to be, that is your question.'”

Chapter end

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