The First Magic World War

This meal was the first time Charles had dinner at the Brittany household!

Well, it wasn't at 58 Sixth Avenue!

But it was more prestigious than 58 Sixth Avenue.

Although the Old Earl didn't seem very happy during the meal, the new Earl Brittany was quite pleased.

Charles was actually quite happy too, even though the dinner was a bit restrictive and not particularly tasty, but if he were still on Earth, he would definitely take a selfie and post it on various social media: "Dined at the palace with the old Emperor, Crown Prince, and Princess Annie today!"

Straight-up prestige maxed out!

Who needs taste when you've got prestige?

Can you taste the flavor from a photo?

But you can indeed feel the prestige.

After dinner, the Old Earl didn't keep them, as the coronation was just the next day, and he also needed to conserve his energy.

Charles said goodbye to Antonio with a cheerful expression and returned to his residence with Anne. They wished each other goodnight and went their separate ways.

Charles practiced his training for a while, feeling his spirituality was somewhat unstable, so he didn't choose to train the more sophisticated Bloody Rune but opted to construct a new Flame Hand instead.

Originally, Charles had mastered seven Flame Hands, and he hadn't tried to condense new ones since.

This special ability was quite useful; he had relied on it to turn the tide in several duels.

Charles just wanted to stabilize it, as his recently heightened spirituality grew too wildly due to encountering the Evil God and directly gazing upon one of the nine True Gods, Lady Black Moon.

The higher the spirituality, the faster one can practice extraordinary secret arts.

Those naturally high in spirituality find it easier to become Transcendents and to advance further, but with instability in spirituality, problems can easily arise during practice.

At such times, practicing simpler spells helps balance and stabilize the spirituality.

After a few hours, Charles, who didn't expect much progress, as Flame Hand was one of those secrets that would significantly increase in energy and time consumption with each additional hand created, surprisingly completed the construction with ease, and effortlessly condensed the eighth Flame Hand.

Once this Flame Hand took shape, Charles tried to multitask and operate all eight Flame Hands. Indeed, this would give him more choices in battle and allow for more weapon combinations.

With the coronation ceremony not too far away, Charles didn't dare to sleep but just closed his eyes and took a brief rest to rejuvenate his spirit.

A little more than an hour later, a court etiquette officer called from outside the door, "Earl Mecklen, you should be ready."

Charles smiled slightly, stepped out of the bedroom, and more than a dozen court etiquette officers helped him dress in formal wear and equipped him with a ceremonial rapier!

This rapier had almost no practical value, as it lacked a blade and was just a palm's length when drawn, its importance lay in the myriad of gems inlaid on the scabbard, splendid and magnificent.

Guided by the etiquette officer, Charles was taken to an appropriate seat. By that time, both inside and outside the Imperial Palace, countless nobles, the new Royal Knights Order, and ordinary onlookers have gathered, creating a sea of people.

A distant brilliance suddenly surged into the sky!

Charles carefully distinguished it, and it should come from Elysian Pastoral Avenue, the Gate of Glory.

Following that, another divine radiance soared to the heavens, and judging by position, it should be the Lantern Tower, a miracle left by the Lampbearer.

Before long, the dozens of monumental sites in Strasbourg each blazed with light, ascending into the sky to form a vast dome of glimmering protection, enveloping the whole of Strasbourg as if blessed and guarded by the gods.

Nine Great Priests from the temples of different True Gods ascended a high platform before the Imperial Palace, each reciting a lengthy divine decree on behalf of their god, acknowledging the Old Earl of Brittany as the new Emperor of Fars.

With the appearance of the court orchestra and the guard of honor, from somewhere outside the Imperial Palace, a procession appeared, and His Majesty McLaren Brittany, the Emperor, made his appearance before the public.

Anthony, as majestic as a deity, rode on a white horse beside his father, and everyone knew that this tall and handsome young man was the new Earl Brittany of the Fars Empire, the Brittany Dynasty, also known as His Highness, the Crown Prince.

A short distance behind was Princess Anne Brittany's carriage.

However, this time, it was no longer "Miss Pumpkin"; it was replaced with a more luxurious, newly commissioned carriage specifically for this ceremony.

The pumpkin carriage was no longer brand new and clearly did not befit such a grand occasion.

Under the guidance of the master of ceremonies, Charles spurred on his carefully selected steed and joined the procession halfway through, along with ten other knights of the Brittany Family.

Charles was fully alert, determined to perform flawlessly, patiently waiting for each part of the ceremony to unfold.

Around noon, the Nine Great Priests of the True Gods simultaneously invoked their supernatural powers into a crown. As the crown floated up and was placed on the head of McLaren Brittany, all ceremonies reached their conclusion.

From then on, there was no longer an Old Earl McLaren Brittany, only the new His Majesty McLaren Brittany!

He had become the new Emperor of the Fars Empire. From now on, the reign of the centuries-old Axel Dynasty had fallen, and the new Brittany Dynasty had begun a new chapter.

McLaren Brittany led everyone, walking into the Imperial Palace, and officially took his seat on the throne of the Emperor.

Surveying his surroundings, he spoke, "I, McLaren Brittany, representing the nine True Gods, representing the people of Fars, take in hand the reins of power of the Empire. I shall devote my all to the nation, exhaust my spirit and energy for its cause."

Following that were congratulatory envoys from various nations, even the hostile Byron sent its envoys.

Of course, no one came from Black Phoenix.

By afternoon, as Charles was feeling drowsy, he heard His Majesty the Emperor of Brittany speak faintly, "Lord Mecklen!"

"For the Empire, you have made immeasurable contributions, not only in battle, where you have been peerless and undefeated, but also in diplomacy, where you have secured powerful allies for the Empire and helped gain friendships from Inglima and the Lionheart Dynasty."

"I hereby ennobly you as Count Charles Mecklen, with the domain of South Serif. From this day forth, the Freehold of South Serif shall be renamed Count Mecklen's Domain!"

Following court etiquette, Charles thanked the new Emperor for his ennoblement, at which point he didn't need to look around to feel the multitude of gazes fixed upon him, filled with envy, jealousy, goodwill, malevolence, and countless complex human emotions.

Count Charles Mekelen had come a long way, from the son of a merchant to an Earl of the Empire, a true legend.