The Sun King's Evidence

On the mountain top late at night, the mountain wind howled, and the boundless stars were shining in the sky. Lawn drank his wine in one sip, burped gracefully, and then gently stroked his horse: "Han Dill, are you full?"

The elf war horse nodded heavily, licked the bottom of the bowl with unsatisfied content, and snorted at Ryan.

"It's praising you for making delicious soup~hahaha~" Raun carefully helped his war horse comb its mane and said with a smile: "There are very few things that can be praised by Handil, right? , where is your war horse?"

"Ride it for your companions so that they can escape." Ryan looked at the numerous gaps and damage on his chain armor and thought that it might be difficult to repair this armor. He needed a new pair of armor.

"The war horse is half of the knight's life. Are you willing to entrust your life to others?" Raun immediately realized how dangerous the situation faced by that group of humans at that time was.

"This is a knight's oath, isn't it? Defend the country, defend the territory, and protect your loved ones." Ryan couldn't say it was because he was wandering around the military records of the garrison and didn't notice the situation outside, so he changed his tone.

"Exactly...it is difficult for knights nowadays to have this kind of consciousness. In their view, the lady's teachings are not as important as their lives and futures. The knightly virtues of the past have become shackles that restrict their wealth and advancement." Instead, Lawn was distracted by Ryan. He thought about it for a while, but still took the initiative to speak: "Do you know about the Battle of Marienburg that broke out a few months ago? The war between the Empire and Britannia?"

"I know a little bit. I heard... that you finally had peace talks with the Empire?" Ryan thought for a moment, thinking that since Lawn took the initiative to talk about this, he could find out something.

"Peace talks? Yes, it's a peace talk. It looks beautiful, but you know? The fact is that Britannia lost." Lawn shook his head, and a little disdain could not help but appear on his face: "It failed from beginning to end. The war failed in the beginning, failed in the process, and failed in the end. If the emperor hadn't saved some face for us, I don't know if Richard would have been able to secure the throne."

"Can you tell me in detail?" Ryan asked curiously.

The man in front of him is a great nobleman of Britannia, and one of the three most prominent families. The blood of these three families can all be traced back to the founding knight King Arthur.

These three major families are the "Leaping Lion", "Red Fire Dragon" and "Pure White Horse". Most of the knight kings come from these three major families.

Without going too far, let’s listen to what the great nobleman in front of us has to say.

"After receiving the invitation from Archduke Schulz of Marienburg, our Knight King 'Tiger' Richard became dizzy under the temptation of five carts of gold coins and decided to lead the army out, followed by a large number of wanderers. Knights and knights-errant...as well as infantry regiments and archers composed of tenant farmers." Lawn shook his head and looked into the distance: "Other than that, the major dukes rarely responded or even refused to respond."

Then Lawn said "Hey": "Did you know? Lord Aintree actually only sent an army of four rangers, fourteen sergeants, and more than fifty farmers to respond to the call, not even a knight. "

"Ha~ that's for sure. His Excellency the Duke of Winford has frequent trade with the Empire and Marienburg. He definitely doesn't want to have a stalemate with the Empire." Ryan immediately heard the implication of the mission knight: " And it’s quite obvious that we won’t send any knights.”

"So, this war didn't need to be fought. The real knights didn't come. What do those young people full of passion and meritorious deeds know? Do they really think that the imperial army on the opposite side is the same as the serf uprisings they usually suppress?" Raun didn't seem to hear what the White Wolf Knight was saying. He spread his hands and said, "As you know, the Empire and Britannia, which were originally just in confrontation, rushed into the Imperial Army because of a group of young people eager to make meritorious deeds. Then the war really started."

Ryan nodded with deep understanding. He knew that Lawn had seen the core reason why the Kingdom of Knights sent troops: this time the troops were supposed to be a deterrent, but for various reasons, the war started inexplicably. It can be said that it ended up harming others but not benefiting oneself. This is called the beginning. fail.

"There was a serious disconnect between the front and rear armies. When the knights rushed towards the Imperial Halberd Legion in a swarm, the longbow team behind them had not even entered the range. Without enough knights to command, what did those serf infantry regiments know? They were in chaos. The regiment is in a mess." Lawn sighed: "Before His Majesty Richard ordered the reorganization of the army, His Majesty the Emperor Carl Franz had already keenly captured this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he personally led the Rick Guards Charging towards the chaotic Brittanian army formation, after two back and forths, the serfs were completely defeated."

Ryan understood that this was called a process failure. Most of the knights rushed into the imperial army formation. They would definitely not be able to take advantage of the halberd army formation that was waiting for them. They were bound to fall into the quagmire. Once the cavalry were caught in the protracted battle of the halberd formation, it would be difficult to do anything. Next, at this time, as the King of Knights, Richard has at most a part of his personal knights and guards left. At this time, the situation on the battlefield is completely irreversible.

"As for the subsequent peace treaty..."

Just when two knights whose names were both lions were chatting happily.

Imperial capital, Braunschweig.

Towering statues stand around the splendid palace. Statues of Charlemagne, the founding emperor of the empire, and twelve Carolingian knights stand around the palace. The statue of Charlemagne holds a sword in one hand and a book in the other, with a natural expression. Look straight ahead.

Everywhere on the 50-meter-high palace gate is engraved with ancient historical murals, from the beginning of Charlemagne's army, to the "Battle of Longbeard" that established the covenant of human dwarves, to the Black Fire Pass that eliminated the green-skinned army. battle, then to the Battle of the Reik River where he defeated Nagash, Lord of the Undead, and finally to the wall of the first Chaos invasion, where Charlemagne wields the holy sword and confronts the "Unifier" Morkar.

The Emperor of the Human Empire, Karl-Franz Friedrich, was writing in his study.

"Although Britannia failed in the Battle of Marienburg, it was because the main force did not come out. In any case, we are all fellow human beings, and I don't want our knight friends to turn against us - it's just a possibility Neither hope." The emperor was writing on his desk with a quill and parchment: "The empire is too big, has too few friends, and is surrounded by enemies on all sides. Under such circumstances, the empire must unite its few allies as much as possible. Holy Grail The strength of the Order is necessary.”

"The electors deceived me into ascending the throne at a young age, and made things difficult for me many times in the parliament, hoping that I could delegate power. However, after the victory in the Blood Pine Forest and the victory in suppressing rebellions everywhere, this victory against the Kingdom of Knights finally allowed me to Temporarily gained their trust.”

Karl-Franz was still writing when an announcement came from outside. A valet approached in small steps: "Your Majesty, General Heinrich has arrived."

"Invite him to come in." The emperor raised his head. He was not old, he looked to be in his thirties, his voice was thick and powerful, his body was amazingly powerful, his appearance was handsome, he was very energetic, and his eyes were bright, like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning.

"yes!"

After a while, the fully armed Imperial Count Heinrich Frenz came to the emperor's study and knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty, the electors have arrived at the Imperial Parliament."

Upon hearing the words "elector", the emperor's fingers twitched slightly.

"Yeah, I got it. I'll go there now." The emperor stood up, looked at the wisps of light coming into the room through the colorful glazed windows, and sighed: "War has never stopped, not in the past, not now, not in the future... in the future. Who knows?"

"By the way, have you notified the Magic Guild?" The emperor suddenly asked about this matter as he walked through the long corridor and stepped on the soft carpet with his leather boots.

The Magic Guild is not the Magic Church. The Magic Guild is composed of wizards from the Imperial Royal Wizarding Academy and is directly under the Imperial Emperor. The leader of the Magic Guild is the Chief Grand Wizard of the Imperial Royal Academy. The current Chief Grand Wizard is Sernus Gehrman. A great wizard of the fire system, his strength is unfathomable. Many people say that he has advanced to the holy realm, but no one dares to test the strength of this great wizard.

"Yes, His Excellency Hermann is already on his way to the palace." the attendant replied.

"Gelt is also called. I want to see him after the meeting is over." The emperor added.

"Understood." A servant walked away quickly.

The Imperial Parliament determines the politics of the entire empire, but it is actually not very big. This house located inside the Imperial Palace occupies a smaller area than expected. It is just a large independent courtyard and a three-story mansion. There are five steps inside the courtyard. There are sentries at ten steps, and the court guards with golden bodies and golden armor, holding hammers and swords, monitor any possible disturbance.

Karl-Franz signaled his guards to move away, and he gently pushed the door open. All the imperial electors were already seated, including the elector of Brescia, a boy who was only a teenager and was not even a man. He was looking around cautiously. There were not many people in the parliament hall. There was only one courtier standing behind each elector. The hall was not narrow, and many electors were even enjoying drinks and snacks.

However, the atmosphere here feels suffocating.

The empire of mankind has been passed down to this day. The blood of only four of the twelve Carolingian knights when Charlemagne founded the empire has been passed down to the present. The remaining electors are all military nobles who were enfeoffed after Ludwig. Each of the electors was a powerful man with outstanding military exploits and awe-inspiring power. Their terrifying aura filled the hall with airtight. The attendants and maids who came in to deliver snacks were often so frightened that their faces turned pale and they wished they could throw away their things. Throw it down and run away quickly.

In addition, the Archbishop of the Church of Justice Vokmar Beckmann is closing his eyes and concentrating, the Archbishop of the Church of Life is discussing further improvements in grains with Elector Manfred of Wallrich, and the Archbishop of the Church of Magic is The archbishop looked at his gemstone ring and didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing the emperor pushing open the door and entering, all the electors stood up and signaled. Karl Franz motioned for everyone to sit down: "Gentlemen, there are two things that need to be discussed with you in the parliament today."

"Please speak directly, Your Majesty." The speaker was Roland-Otto Fechenbach, the "Victory Horn" Elector of Altdorf, whose daughter Helena was the emperor's wife. The elector looked young. Old, but everyone in the know knows that he is almost a hundred years old. As a direct descendant of the twelve Carolingian knights in the past and the father-in-law of the emperor, he has reason to take the initiative to ask.

"The first thing is very simple. This is a letter from the high elf Phoenix Prince Tyrion." The emperor walked to the throne and sat down, placing a letter on the red velvet tablecloth in front of him.

"What did the long-eared letter say?" The speaker was Umberto Corleone, the Elector of Tuscany, the Elector of the Empire with brown hair and a full beard. Over two hundred and seventy years old, he is the only legendary human hero who has been an elector before the Great Holy War and is still an elector to this day. He is a strong man in the holy realm. When Ludwig raised his army, he was the first The great nobles who responded not only surrendered all their military power, but also went to the battlefield in person. In the Battle of Fasha, he single-handedly killed two demon princes.

"The messenger from Ulthuan brought greetings from the Phoenix King. At the same time, he made a small 'request'." With unstoppable sarcasm on his face, the emperor handed the letter to the attendant, The attendant delivered the letter to Umberto.

"Hmph!" After just a few glances, Umberto slammed the table: "That's too much! What do these pointy-eared people want?! They want the right to elect the emperor!"

Wow! The entire parliament hall was like a hot pot boiling oil, and a huge noise broke out.

"Never allow it! Human affairs should be resolved within human beings!"

"There has never been a precedent for high elves to interfere in the human empire's own affairs! I disagree!"

"impossible!"

"The emperor of the human empire should be elected by humans!"

The electors were excited and roared that there was no reason for the high elves to participate in the affairs of the empire.

Karl-Franz once again signaled everyone to be quiet: "Well, gentlemen, in ten minutes, we will vote on whether this proposal is passed."

Then, the emperor sat in his seat and watched the heated discussion among the candidates with cold eyes. However, except for the Archbishop of the Magic Church who said nothing, almost everyone said that it was impossible to accept such an excessive request.

Karl-Franz thought that as long as the candidates were in their right minds, they would not agree to such a regulation that would be humiliating and humiliating the country. Even if Tyrion promised in the letter that if the proposal was passed, the high elves would be willing to share more secrets of magic and technology. no.

The Elector of Brescia is still a child. What would he think? The Emperor noticed that the Elector of Brescia was whispering to the courtiers behind him.

"What should I do?" The boy's name was Gianni Bernardino, and he asked his courtiers carefully.

"You should vote no, my lord."

Ten minutes later, the emperor signaled for the vote to begin.

Fourteen votes were against and one abstained.

The one who abstained was the Archbishop of the Magic Church. The Emperor was not surprised by this. The Magic Church hoped to learn more about the mysteries of magic from the high elves. The abstention was already a concession from the Magic Church.

"Okay, then this matter was rejected by the Imperial Parliament." Karl Franz nodded. This result did not surprise him at all: "Then, the next thing."

The emperor's face became serious: "Storm Fortress was attacked by the northern barbarians, and no one of the two thousand defenders survived! About four thousand barbarian troops rushed into the hinterland of Nord, and Nord asked us for help!"

The elector system is not original to Warhammer, but created by HRE. I looked at the history and found it very interesting.