The End of the Royal Banner

Gawain had once guessed that Wales did not covet the throne, but honestly, he had not expected him to go so far, to take things to such extremes.

He had not merely overthrown himself; he had also shattered the noble order Ansu had upheld for seven hundred years—the king was the lord of lords, and the lords were extensions of the king.

As the one who had broken that order, he had guided the furious nobles into overthrowing him, and once he stepped down, the king-noble structure of Ansu would be split by an irreparable rift. This system would become easy to destroy and difficult to restore.

Some saw this, but chose silence. Some failed to see it, immersed in the strange exhilaration of overthrowing a king. Still others, more perceptive, noticed the undercurrents surging through the scene and the Cecilians' Steel Chariots nearby.

The New Era had arrived—the conservatives had once rejected this New Era, but it had arrived all the same.

It had rolled over them.

Before countless watching eyes, Wales calmly removed his crown. Only after he handed it to the attendant beside him did the nobles and soldiers finally react, stirring slightly—only now did things seem to become real, as people truly confirmed that this king, who had sat the throne for only eight days, had relinquished his Royal Authority. And after realizing this, some became at a loss.

The king had stepped down... so who would be the new king?

Baldwin Franklin did not remain silent for long. Before the unrest could spread, he stepped forward and raised the mithril plate in his hand.

"Since the time is ripe, I shall reveal to you a special law passed down only between the Protector Dukes and the royal family. This law was jointly established by the