"The nation's fate has shifted!" Sno stepped to the rhythm of the music, sensing the activation of the talisman he had given Edsac.
The essence of the Black Emperor ritual was to unite the emperor's authority, the shadow of order, and the people's recognition into an anchor for advancement.
The method Klein and Bernadette had chosen was to disrupt George III's state as he consumed the potion, preventing him from accommodating it and causing his self-destruction. What Sno did was far simpler and more direct—
He pulled the anchor.
A nationwide ritual corresponding to people across the country listening to the speech, was it?
Then he would interrupt the ritual directly.
Gathering the nation's fate and ascending in the emperor's name, was it?
Then he would arrange for a prince to usurp the throne.
Of course, that was not foolproof. Just as many emperors had reigned for a long time, yet commoners still thought of the previous one whenever the emperor was mentioned, if he wanted to truly and completely pull out Qiao San's anchor, there was one final step—
Make him die in the social sense!
A Clown in a blue shirt, yellow vest, and red coat walked along the sidewalk before Memorial Square. The nobles, parliamentarians, and bankers who had originally stood in formation listening to the speech unconsciously parted under that eerie presence, opening a path between him and the platform where His Majesty George III stood.
The bodyguards arranged by the Storm Church immediately tried to step forward, but the moment they took a single step, an incomparably terrifying pressure descended upon them. The sensation of being watched by a predator pinned them firmly in place, engraving the concept of "move and die" deep into their souls.
"I had thought that, as the King of