Coronation Ceremony (I)

Hubert stepped out of Ferguson's residence, and with assistance from the coachman, he climbed into the carriage.

The coachman then took his place at the front and steered the carriage into the distance.

Inside the carriage, a slightly chubby man sat anxiously in his seat, and it was none other than Hugenberg.

"So, did Ferguson agree?" Hugenberg asked eagerly as the carriage set in motion.

Hubert leaned against the carriage wall, exhaling slowly, and nodded slightly.

"It should be fine." He answered, turned to his brother, then asked back, "How are things on your end?" 

Hugenberg nodded. "Don't worry; I've already contacted our people. Just like us, they don't want to see that boy ascend the throne. When the time comes for the coronation, they'll all come out to support us."

"That's good to hear..." Hubert replied with a slight nod. Then he furrowed his brow. "However, I have a feeling that with our strength alone, we might not be able to overcome that boy."

"What?" Hugenberg's eyes widened slightly, and a stiff smile appeared on his face. "I don't think that's possible. Camelot's magic formations can suppress even gods. As long as Ferguson stands with us, that boy won't stand a chance."

"Don't forget that Merlin and Morgan are on his side. Those two are arguably the most powerful mages in Britain. With them around, we can't rule out the possibility of unforeseen events." Hubert said with a shadowed expression.

"In that case... what should we do?" Hugenberg's eyes filled with panic once again.

Hubert pondered for a moment and whispered a few words into his elder brother's ear.

"This?!"

Hugenberg was nearly startled out of his seat, looking at his brother with a horrified expression.

"Are you insane? If news of this gets out, regardless of whether that boy can ascend to the throne or not, Camelot will no longer be a safe place for us!"

"But this is our last chance!"

Hubert exclaimed, his voice low and devoid of the elegance of a noble. Instead, he appeared more like a desperate gambler with crazed determination in his gray eyes.

"If that boy really ascends to the throne, our past actions will surely be exposed. And by then, not to mention our lives, our entire family will be wiped out! It's not that we want to do this, but that boy has pushed us to the point where we have no other choice!"

Hugenberg was drenched in sweat as he heard his younger brother's crazy words.

"Besides, this can also be seen as a last resort we leave for ourselves. If we can't stop that boy from ascending to the throne, at least we can leave a glimmer of hope for our family." Hubert said solemnly. "Elder Brother, we can't afford to hesitate any longer at this critical moment."

Hugenberg clenched his fists tightly, and after a long pause, he gritted his teeth and decided.

"Alright, I'll do as you say!"

Hubert let out a sigh of relief, drew back the window curtain, and gazed at the bustling crowd on the streets. His eyes displayed a complex mixture of emotions.

He once thought that with his exceptional abilities and relentless efforts, he would eventually replace Ferguson and leave his mark on this kingdom.

But in the end, he couldn't resist the temptations of the outside world and gradually sank into the abyss of desire.

'Perhaps... this is our retribution.'

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As the coronation ceremony for the new king drew closer, the atmosphere in Camelot grew increasingly festive.

Representatives from the allied nations, apart from the nobles of Camelot, had gradually arrived.

Some kingdoms sent respected ministers, while others were personally led by their kings, and they all brought generous gifts.

This scene made the elderly of Camelot feel a sense of nostalgia as if they had been transported back to the days when Camelot once dominated Britain.

Arkhan himself received these representatives at the royal palace, and almost everyone displayed great respect for the new king and no hint of arrogance.

Mainly, this was due to the impression left by Ganna's incident.

For the sake of a pregnant woman, the new king had mercilessly destroyed a whole nation. Faced with such a domineering and ruthless king, they dared not harbor any thoughts of arrogance.

Especially those who had previously challenged Camelot's authority, now they trembled and dared not even take a deep breath, for fear of drawing the new king's attention.

However, Arkhan had no intention of causing trouble for them. After all, he was not a war fanatic, and it was a crucial time for him. He needed to preserve Camelot's strength to deal with the Northern Kingdoms and Vortigern.

As for those past disputes, he was too lazy to investigate.

Moreover, if he pushed these people too hard and they united against him, it would be troublesome and increase his work.

'But once the situation of the North is resolved, it'll be your turn.'

Arkhan drained the wine in his cup, looking down at the representatives of the allied nations below, with a slightly wicked curve to his lips.

===

October 31st arrived.

Early in the morning, the nobles of Camelot and the representatives from the allied nations gathered inside an enormous and luxurious hall in the royal palace, awaiting the arrival of the coronation ceremony.

Led by Mark as the Duke of Cornwall, the new king's faction stood at the forefront, unable to hide their joy. They chatted and occasional hearty laughter filled the air.

Once this day passed, Arkhan's throne would be firmly secured, with no more worries.

Hugenberg and Hubert stood in a corner, surrounded by other nobles, their faces gloomy.

'Laugh all you want, we'll see how you'll be laughing later.' Hubert sneered, a gloom passing over his eyes.

Morgan sat in the position just below the throne, gazing at the empty seat above, unconsciously gripping her own delicate, pale hand.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a sense of unease in her heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

But no matter what methods she used, she couldn't find the source of this unease.

'Is it because I'm too nervous?' Morgan furrowed her eyebrows and sighed silently.

"Lord Ferguson has arrived!"

As the cry from outside the hall reached their ears, the commotion inside died down slightly, and all eyes turned to the elderly man entering the hall.

Mark and Morgan both showed signs of anxiety. The only one who could possibly prevent Arkhan from ascending the throne now was Ferguson.

Hubert heaved a sigh of relief and greeted Ferguson with a smile.

"The time has come to demonstrate your loyalty, Lord Ferguson. I trust you are ready."

"Don't worry, Lord Hubert."

Ferguson's tone was calm, and his brown eyes resembled a tranquil lake without a ripple.

"I will fulfill my duty with the utmost seriousness."