Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 1447 - 1445: His Majesty the New Emperor

Second day, around noon.

Richard returned to the reception area, while Honored Duke Cyril Sack had long been waiting in the courtyard. He quickly came out to meet, immediately asking: "Lord Richard, where have you been?"

Richard glanced at Cyril Sack, not responding directly but guessing the reason, asked: "Is it regarding His Majesty, has the time for our meeting been set?" Cyril Sack could only be anxious about this.

Cyril Sack paused for a moment, nodded without denying: "Yes."

"Then don’t tell me that the set time is today."

"It’s not, not so urgent." Cyril Sack shook his head, "The set time by His Majesty is the day after tomorrow morning. I just wanted to confirm, Lord Richard, that you will attend promptly, right? So you don’t suddenly disappear again. By the way, where exactly did you go, I’ve asked almost everyone in the reception area, and they don’t know where you went."

"I was just wandering around Shaya City." Richard said casually, "Alright, Duke Cyril Sack, I can assure you that now I’m back, I won’t leave again until the meeting with His Majesty, how about that?"

"Thank you very much, Lord Richard." Cyril Sack sighed with relief, "Then, I’ll come to pick you up in the morning?"

"I appreciate it."

"No problem, no problem." Cyril Sack left.

Richard watched Cyril Sack’s back, his eyes blinked.

After that, Richard kept his word, staying at the reception place without leaving again, waiting for the day after tomorrow to arrive.

...

The day after tomorrow, early morning.

Not long after getting up and having breakfast, Honored Duke Cyril Sack arrived by carriage.

Richard didn’t dawdle, joining him in the carriage to head toward the Imperial Palace.

Twenty minutes or so later, they arrived at the destination. Richard got off the carriage and, under Cyril Sack’s lead, passed through the palace gates, heading deeper in. Richard observed the changes within the Imperial Palace as he walked.

Speaking of which, he had previously been to the palace only twice.

The first was to meet the former Alliance Emperor—Peter Romanov.

The second was to attend the succession ceremony of the Prince—Div Romanov, witnessing with his own eyes the Prince’s tragic death on the spot, which triggered the struggle for the throne within the Alliance, resulting in years of chaos.

Compared with when he attended the Prince’s succession ceremony, the palace has changed a lot over the past three years.

For instance, the outer walls have been thickened multiple times; the gates, previously red, are now golden, and their thickness has also been increased.

The stone slabs underfoot are newly paved, and several new palaces have been constructed.

The reason is not that the Alliance Emperor is fickle, squandering resources for personal desire. According to information, this is because, during the long stretch of the past three years, battles took place inside and outside the palace on multiple occasions, with wizards involved, turning the palace into a battlefield, causing severe damage that necessitated repairs.

Thinking of it, the several factions that fought inside and outside the palace back then likely did not anticipate that, despite their desperate efforts, none of them would inherit the throne. Instead, someone who had never been noticed stepped out... Richard sighed slightly, looking at the newly built palaces of the palace.

Sighing, he continued past the palaces, going deeper.

Along the way, they saw an increasing number of palace servants quietly working. When they saw him and Cyril Sack approaching, they immediately saluted respectfully—but without making a sound, since the new Alliance Emperor dislikes noise, so all palace servants strive to live like ghosts.

This has led to outside rumors suggesting that the Soma Alliance palace is perhaps the quietest place on the Main Continent.

In the silence, Richard and Cyril Sack passed several newly built palaces, arriving at a square.

On the other side of the square, a magnificent palace stood, the doors open, with numerous court officials seemingly waiting specifically.

The scene was indeed grand... Richard raised an eyebrow.

Beside him, Cyril Sack, upon reaching this point, instinctively lowered his voice, urging: "Lord Richard, it seems His Majesty and everyone are waiting for us. Let’s hurry up."

Richard turned his head slightly to glance at Cyril Sack, speaking: "Duke, are you certain? If I wished, I could pass through this square and enter the palace while you’re taking your next breath to pay respects to His Majesty, but... could you keep up?"

Cyril Sack was momentarily stunned, his facial muscles twitching, evidently not expecting this answer from Richard. After two seconds he said: "Then... Lord Richard, perhaps you should slow down a bit, wait for me, just a little faster than now would be good."

"Alright." Richard slightly quickened his pace, walking across the square alongside Cyril Sack, ascending the steps, and stepping through the palace doors.

In the moment of stepping into the palace, nearly a hundred court officials who were waiting inside turned their heads to look, while the gaze of the new Alliance Emperor seated on the throne at the far end also fell upon them.

Speaking of which, the newly succeeded Alliance Emperor truly is an anomaly.

In the past struggle for the throne, many heirs were seen as the best candidates for the new emperor, such as the Second Prince, Fourth Prince, Fifth Prince.

Even the Third Prince, suffering from a serious illness and only able to move with a wheelchair, received substantial attention, with many speculating that the Third Prince was concealing his abilities, using physical limitations to divert attention, and would make a surprise move at a crucial moment to become the new Emperor of the Alliance.

In fact, the Third Prince actually did so, suddenly deploying his long-hidden elite forces at the height of conflict between the Second and Fourth Princes, gaining a significant advantage, once almost one step away from the throne.

Yet, that step was not taken—dragged down by the Sixth Prince, the entire power "immobilized."

And the Sixth Prince met a poor fate as well, after "immobilizing" the Third Prince’s forces, arrogance swelled within, seeking to subdue the previously devastated forces of the Fifth Prince in high spirits, attempting to secure an overwhelming victory. Who would have thought, the Fifth Prince feigned submission, suddenly betrayed halfway through, delivering an accurate "backstabbing," causing the Sixth Prince’s forces to crumble.

Thus, over nearly three years, Shaya’s situation continued to evolve, with various emerging powers appearing on stage one after another. Ultimately, what no one expected was that a seemingly ordinary entity quietly defeated all contenders, becoming the final victor.

That was the Tenth Prince—Byron Romanoff.

To be fair, the Tenth Prince wasn’t considered a particularly weak force, being ninth in line for succession, with a certain stature. But he was extraordinarily ordinary—ordinary to the point of having no distinctive traits whatsoever, doing whatever others did, never doing anything special that others wouldn’t.