Chapter 197 – Coronation (3)
The courtyard of the imperial palace was crowded from early morning.
It was said that the coronation ceremony would be held at noon, when the sun rises the highest, so people from all over the country gathered at the imperial palace early in the morning.
As Tourel, who had been appointed the new head of the guard after the regime change, led his men to re-identify the people gathered in the courtyard, a loud sound of horses’ hooves could be heard from beyond the courtyard gate.
It must have been a carriage, judging from the intermittent rattling of the wheels, but the power of the horses leading the carriage was so great that the sound of their spurring on the ground was deafening.
Thanks to this, all the eyes of Tourel and his subordinates his, as well as those in the audience, were fixed on the oncoming carriage.
Turrell, who was watching the rapidly approaching carriage, escorted by knights, narrowed his eyes when he saw the embossed pattern on the carriage. Because he was a glyph that he had seen somewhere.
‘A swan and a cardinal with outstretched wings…….’
Which family carriage is it? Thorell, who was thinking deeply, gasped in embarrassment.
‘Aren’t they the Pelgarin family and the Deharm family?’
It is safe to say that they were the most talked about family in the system these days.
In particular, the Pelgarin family is a great family that can be judged to be second only to the current emperor, even if the public mention itself is out of the question.
In some places, the word “King of the central region” Was openly circulating. In short, it was said that the head of the guards of the imperial palace was not from a family that could be dealt with casually.
‘If you treat me wrong, it’s embarrassing…… !’
Turrell broke into a cold sweat and quickly summoned his men around him. After briefly explaining the situation to them, he all straightened his back and took a deep breath.
His subordinates were not fools. It was because he knew that the Pelgarin family was the one to be respected next to Benelia in the Empire.
Hee-in-!
As Turrell warns his men to behave well, the rough halting horses spit out a powerful gurgling.
As the knights in charge of his escort were seen dismounting and opening the carriage door, Turell and his men nearly ran to their feet before him.
Beyond the open door, Theorad is the first to descend. Afterwards, Esily, the youngest daughter of the Pelgarin family, and the elf, a maid of the Deharm family, set foot on the ground, escorted by Theorad.
“…….”
The most notable among them were, by far, the elves.
The elf was wearing an old-fashioned dress with white frills on a black background, and her beautiful appearance of her was emphasized even more, perhaps because the color of the dress contrasted with her brilliant silver hair of her.
As I stare at it, my mind becomes confused as if I am fascinated. But this is not the time to be idle by. Turrell stepped to his feet his, who would come to his senses his hastily, and bowed his head politely.
“It is an honor to see some of the brightest stars in the Midwest. My name is Tourel, Captain of the Guard.”
Theorard looks back at Esily, probably embarrassed by the sudden greeting. It was the first time he had been treated like this, and his eyes were full of questions about how to deal with it.
Esily, who was so cute with Theorard, giggled a little and raised her slender hand to her. His hands her were soft as he brushed off the dust from Theorade’s shoulder her and neatly held the brooch in place.
“You have to get used to this kind of treatment by now. Sir Theorard is the irreplaceable confidant of the new empire and the man favored by the Pelgarin family.”
The coy voice is heard thinly, as if it could only be reached by Theorard.
Essilie gracefully turned her around, giving her a grin at Theo Rad, who looked down at her as if possessed. She acted conscious of the gaze of her surroundings her.
“It is also an honor for us to meet and meet the brave lion guarding the imperial palace. Are you here to reconfirm your identity?”
“Yes? Oh That’s right. It may be cumbersome, but since it is a coronation ceremony, there is no way not to rule out external dangers. Therefore, we have no choice but to prepare for doppelganger or polymorph magic. May I ask for your understanding?”
“Of course. Please wait for a moment.”
Esily opened her handbag and took out her identification card and held it out. Theorard also took out an identification card prepared in advance from his bosom and showed it to Turell, who took out a piece of parchment with the imperial seal on it and started checking it out.
I looked carefully, but I couldn’t find any trace of forgery in the certificates given by Theorard and Esily. It is said that the real identity card issued by the empire is correct.
Turrell, who finished checking his identity his, returned the identification plaque and bowed his head again.
“Identification has been completed. Now you can go into the audience room. Can I give you some guidance on this?”
There was nothing wrong with being guided by the captain of the guard.
“I won’t hesitate if you guide me.”
After Esily affirmed lightly, Tourell took the lead and started guiding.
Theorad, who unwittingly followed Turel, inspected the scenery of the imperial palace. You can see statues of roaring white lions installed at certain distances along the edge of the wide road, reminiscent of the main road of the Magic Tower.
If you walk all the way along that road, at the entrance to the imperial palace, there are statues of knights looking down with a solemn expression on either side of you.
Is that all? Each of the outbuildings that stretched out in all directions, starting with the imperial palace, was like a large mansion, which naturally aroused admiration.
I don’t think it’s not for nothing that people who visited the imperial palace called it ‘the extremes of orthodoxy and extravagance’. Most of them are the works of Calvanes, who took pride in showing off his strength to others, but it is inevitable that his eyes are taken away by the majestic sight.
‘But…….’
Essilie had a detached complexion, probably having visited the imperial palace a few times, and the elf was staring straight ahead and blinking her eyes in her, as if she was not feeling much emotion, so she couldn’t show it.
Thanks to this, Theorard, who was only admiring inwardly, coughed and adjusted his clothes. No one said anything, but I feel ashamed for nothing.
*
Entering the throne room under Turell’s guidance, Theorard was stunned once more.
The entire marble floor spread out endlessly, and a red carpet was spread neatly from the entrance to the far end.
Looking up, I saw an ornately decorated golden throne at the end of the space where white pillars supported the ceiling.
The elf tugged at Theorad’s sleeve as his eyes were drawn to the lofty presence in the center of the podium.
It looked like he was going inside, so Theorard nodded and moved on.
The knights with their face shields lined up in a row controlling the center, so the people who entered the audience room had no choice but to fall to the left or right.
Where should I go After thinking for a while, Theorard took Esily and the elf and fell to the left.
It was Theorard’s idea that if he was in the middle of the aristocrats, there would surely be people who would ask questions about the state of the empire, so he would get tired quickly.
In addition, there were no nobles on the left side at all. Representatively, in ‘Steps of Dawn’, Benelia’s lieutenant, Pro Ban, fell into the left and was talking with his men.
“Not a bad choice.”
Esily, who had joined the crowd on the left following Theorard, quietly whispered amidst the buzz around her.
“His Highness Benelia’s reason for calling the commoners to the coronation was probably because she wanted the nobles and the commoners to stop fighting and achieve harmony and harmony. Just being here is tantamount to expressing your opinion that you agree with that cause. And over there…….”
Esily carefully points to one place. When I turned my head, one of the dignitaries I knew was standing awkwardly in a space isolated from the crowd.
“You are Marquis Villais, one of the five pillars of the empire and the head of the Fermadan family who rules the frontier. The fact that someone famous for being smart and thoughtful is here must have judged that following Her Highness Benelia was right in many ways.”
“…… Is it. So, what happened to the other great families?”
“As far as I know, everyone except the Fermadan family has expressed their intention to not attend. In order to save face, it would be to put forward the justification of following the loyalty of the ruler. It won’t change anything.”
“Can you tell me why you think so?”
“It’s simple. House Pelgarin and House Fermadan. As long as the two great families with the strongest military power cooperate with the new imperial family, in the end the other great families have no choice but to bow their heads to Her Highness Benelia.”
Theorard nodded calmly, as if he knew everything.
In fact, I stood on the left side without knowing anything about politics, but it seemed that the results were going well, so it was a caution not to make a rash by scratching.
“The coronation ceremony will begin now, so please be quiet!”
At that time, Roylen came out from the back door on the left of the audience room and shouted loudly.
Roilen shouted again at the top of her voice in the hall that became quiet in an instant.
“The Orc Slayer, the Benevolent Commander, and the Commander-in-Chief who oversees the steps of the dawn, the pillar and hope of the Empire! Let me inform you that Her Highness Benelia von Esteban has personally visited this place!”
After the loud shouts pass, Benelia walks out through the open door. The knights who confirmed that Benelia had come out all at once raised a sharp bow.
Wearing a gold robe with her long red cloak and wearing her treasured sword around her waist, Benelia’s appearance seemed foreign to me, but she did not look out of place.
In a space where everyone was silent in reverence, Benelia, who quietly moved her steps, climbed the stage and stopped in front of her throne.
Then the back door on the other side opened and the paladin, Landis, strode out. Around his neck his, he was wearing a white robe signifying the execution of a sacrament.
“I inform you that Saint Rastane, the light and salt of the empire, who is the earthly representative of the Lord Karatias and who presides over everyone’s blessings, has arrived!”
After the booming shout, Rastane walks out through the open door.
She was wearing a gyeongra (輕 羅) on her head like a veil, and this was a precautionary measure because there was a possibility that the light of heaven could blind the crowd.
With her hands together in front of her belly, Rastain climbs the podium with her cautious steps. She was followed by blind girls who came out with bowls of holy oil, spoons, and red cushions with golden crowns on them.
It seems that it is her first time appointing her emperor, and tension hangs over Rastain’s complexion of her. She barely caught her breath, and Rastain spat out the lines she had practiced several times into her.
“As God’s representative on earth, I command you, Princess Benelia, to kneel.”
Benelia knelt down on her side without saying anything and bowed her head. A girl near her scoops oil from her bowl with her spoon. She then carefully poured her oil on Benelia’s head and on her hands her.
In that solemn atmosphere, Rastane tightened his throat and continued.
“I will ask. What do you want to become emperor for?”
“I dare to tell you, it is for the sake of a better empire.”
“For whom is a better empire?”
“From the grain of rice of the poor to the honor of the nobles. The new empire will not discriminate on the basis of status, but only for the sake of the subjects of this land.”
“Isn’t there an inch of lies in your promise?”
“How could I, a mere human, tell lies to God? If my promise is stained with lies, I beg you to punish me.”
Rastane, nodding his head, turns away. Rastain took a deep breath and lifted his crown and placed it on Benelia’s head her.
“Since there is no lie in the promise you made, I announce that you are the new emperor who will rule the empire in the name of Karatias, the god of light.”
Rastane takes a step back, and Venelia, wearing a golden crown, rises from her seat her.
She took one look at the crowd in her throne room and then turned and sat on her throne in her. Her golden cloak dripping from the throne is as clear as her blood her.
Benellia, who sat on her throne with a languid impression even in front of a large crowd, was the spirit of the emperor who commanded her people her and was above all people.
“Listen, everyone. A new world.”
As everyone exhaled quietly, hiding her feelings of her, Benelia calmly opened her mouth.
“It will not be done with spears and knives.”
Peace, not war, sweat, not blood.
As the emperor speaks for the first time, the commoners cheer. The nobles also bowed her head to her depth her, honoring her Benellia’s will her.
“For His Majesty the Supreme Emperor!”
“Loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor!”
“Long live the Emperor!”
Waah ─ Sweet shouts occupy the intestines like infectious diseases. There was an atmosphere of enthusiastic admiration for the new emperor, but not as much as Theorard.
It was because she knew that Benelia’s gaze her, with her deep smile her, was directed at her.
