novelraw Chapter 1645 - 1129: And You Are the Exception
Chapter 1645 - 1129: And You Are the Exception
The cathedral in Edinburgh is indeed no less grand compared to the Great Ash Cathedral in Salisbury.
Once, Morgan held her coronation ceremony at the Great Ash Cathedral in Salisbury, becoming the Queen of Britain and initiating the Queen’s Era. Now, the Clan of Kings has also constructed a cathedral in Edinburgh, making its hall appear as spacious and solemn as the Jade Throne Hall, complete with a high platform and throne in its depths.
After all, in the Fairy Country of Britain, there are no deities, nor any religious beliefs. Even if a cathedral is constructed, there would be no statues inside, nor any chapel for prayers.
Thus, Noconalay walked straight to the deepest part and took the sole seat available.
"You all step back first."
Noconalay didn’t immediately address Reiger and the others. Instead, she first screened the surroundings and dismissed the guards.
"Yes!"
The soldiers responded promptly, showing no concern for their queen’s safety, and withdrew in an orderly fashion.
Of course, they merely retreated to the back hall and did not leave the cathedral.
Should anything happen, these soldiers could charge out from either side at any moment.
Only in such circumstances did Noconalay finally speak up.
"Can we talk properly here now?"
Seemingly losing interest in Altoria, Noconalay looked at Reiger with great curiosity.
"First, tell me, who are you?"
Before Reiger could respond to this question, Altoria spoke first.
"Whatever you want to say, say it to me!" Altoria said cautiously, "He’s just a common human soldier accompanying us, irrelevant... Ow!"
Altoria’s words were interrupted by a cry of pain.
Reiger, with an expressionless face, withdrew the hand he used to knock on her head, causing Altoria to look tearful.
This scene made Noconalay wear an amused expression.
"A common human wouldn’t dare to look at me with such fearless eyes. Yet here, you have two of them at once."
Saying so, Noconalay gave a meaningful glance at Fujimaru Ritsuka standing behind Reiger.
Of course, Noconalay could tell that this was also a human.
This human was similarly special, his gaze clear and virtuous, intriguing to her.
However, what intrigued her most was indeed the human boy that Altoria seemingly valued a lot.
"As far as I know, two human boys accompany the prophesized child and fight alongside her."
"One once became her stand-in, mistaken for the prophesied child, single-handedly defeating the Elf Knight Gawain and Elf Knight Tristan, even the Tusk Clan’s leader Woodworth was defeated by him, and he married Morgan, becoming her husband and the prince of Britain."
"The other is an outsider from the Pan-Human History, a magician commanding mysterious familiars."
Noconalay smiled confidently and said to Reiger.
"I guess you’re the former, right?"
Noconalay, unlike Morgan, did not understand magic.
But she generally knew what kind of person a magician was.
They were not warriors but casters who manipulate the mysterious and perform miracles.
Yet, to Noconalay, this composed young man in front of her didn’t seem like that kind of person at all.
Although he was calm and deliberately restrained his presence, Noconalay could see at a glance that he was an exceptionally brave warrior.
His strength was mysteriously and subtly restrained, completely different from the person with the unremarkable appearance.
She, Noconalay, could not possibly misjudge a warrior’s gaze.
She had great confidence in her instincts and insight, just like she immediately recognized Altoria as a worthy opponent back at the beauty contest in Gloucester.
Though Altoria was dressed poorly, Noconalay never judged by appearances.
She had seen through Altoria’s essence then, realizing that this troublesome girl had the capacity to be her competitor.
In terms of beauty and potential, Altoria surely was no less than her.
The facts proven later confirmed her judgment was correct.
The once impoverished country girl was now a renowned prophesied child, a supporter of the Round Table, and a Paradise Fairy competing for the throne.
This time too, she strongly believed in her intuition, thinking she couldn’t be wrong.
But...
"There aren’t just two humans who fight alongside Altoria."
Reiger quietly stated.
"Pasival, who wields the Holy Lance, is the third. There are a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, and even hundreds or thousands in the Round Table."
This statement not only affected Altoria and the others but also raised Noconalay’s brow.
"So, you indeed came as representatives of the Round Table for negotiations?"
Noconalay’s question naturally resulted in a positive response.
"Our demands are quite simple," Da Vinci spoke up, in a serious tone. "I believe you can feel it too, this Britain is gradually heading towards its end."
"If we do not overthrow Queen Morgan, the impending ’Great Catastrophe’ will devour everything, destroy everything, obliterating both Britain and the Pan-Human History."