"Are you making me attend another meeting at the Round Table Hall? That makes three times, right?"
Iver repeated softly, unable to stop himself from laughing. "Looks like they really can't take the pressure anymore."
Ligeia was just as helpless. "You've put too much pressure on them. The atmosphere in the Round Table Hall is even more serious than when the Iris People invaded back then."
It was already December 30, five days since Queen Isabel had ascended the throne.
Isabel's tour of several major cities was almost over, and today was the final day. She would be able to return to Glass Island early tomorrow morning and still make it back in time for the end of the year.
Sherlock had already written to Iver and his own brother, saying that he would not be returning for the New Year this year.
The first day of January in this world was Avalon's New Year. The Candle Holder Festival would be held then, and its host would be the highest-ranking bishop of the Theocracy within Avalon, Bishop Samuel Mathers.
The day immediately after the Candle Holder Festival would be Queen Sophia's funeral.
After the funeral, Isabel would be able to reorganize her Privy Council and ministers.
That was precisely why the pressure within the Round Table Hall was growing greater and greater.
Iver had deliberately let a little information slip through the Camelot Minister, saying that this time "half the ministers would be replaced." As a result, all the ministers were extremely nervous. They desperately wanted to sound Iver out in advance.
--The knights could easily figure out what this meant.
Isabel was not in the Silver and Tin Palace right now, so how had this information gotten out?
It could only have come from Iver.
In other words, Iver