Pirate Kingship-Chapter 661 - 460: Occultism is Dead: Please, Your Majesty, Streak!_2

Moreover, the identity of the person responsible for offering the treasure and telling the story was anything but ordinary.

Saint Byron was rumored among the folk to be the second son of the Creator, a great Saint who had won a tug-of-war against an Old God.

For such a legendary Saint to personally present the Sun Crown to the King was indeed a matter of great honor.

Wouldn't that immediately and indisputably secure the Mandate of Heaven?

Even the matter of spreading Byron's fame had been eagerly assisted by Hightins's intelligence system, all for the sake of this moment.

Edward IV removed the ordinary crown he had been wearing from his head and handed it to the Queen beside him.

His hands trembling slightly, he eagerly took the Sun Crown and placed it upon his head.

A king usually has many crowns, worn on different occasions; hence, exchanging one crown for another was not at all inappropriate.

WHOOSH—!

As soon as the crown was placed upon Edward IV's head, a warm Spiritual Wind suddenly began to blow.

The surrounding nobility vaguely saw what seemed to be a set of garments, so exquisite that perhaps only an emperor could wear them, falling upon him. Far from doubting, they automatically interpreted it as a symbol that the true Mandate of Heaven had been bestowed.

Although agitated, Edward IV had preemptively used legal magic to inspect the crown.

However, due to the powerful concealment of the First-Class Holy Relic: Emperor's New Clothes, all abnormalities were hidden, and even the Royal Iron Law detected no issues.

"Tri-Phantom Sun!"

"Tri-Phantom Sun!"

"..."

Not just Edward IV, but even Richard, the [Devil Duke] of Gloucester, and George, the disaffected Duke of Clarence, lost themselves in the nobles' cries of "Tri-Phantom Sun."

After all, "Mandate of Heaven" to some extent implies the will of the people, representing the strongest prevailing trend within the collective society.

If all commoners think a person should be king, then so he is.

If everyone sees a person as a villain, then a villain he becomes.

Under the power of the collective, gathering countless minute changes can mend the sky, fill the sea, and move mountains!

Byron also joined in the shouting, without worrying at all that such a tactic might benefit the enemy.

The New Clothes had three effects.

The first, [Calling a Deer a Horse]:

"It allows one to call good bad, tall short, and a deer a horse. Everyone will believe your lies except for true Sages, who cannot be deceived." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

This ability was used by him to exchange the identities of Blue Dragon King and King Edward.

The second, [You Have Caused Me Such Great Trouble!]:

"If a non-king uses this ability, they can achieve the effect of being vested in yellow robes, usurping the Royal Iron Law of a kingdom. This makes it unable to distinguish who the true king is. According to one's affinity and conditions, they can inherit a portion of the other's power. The better the base condition, the greater the share of power one can divide. At most, one can stand shoulder to shoulder with the original king, becoming an Abreast King and sharing power equally. The time limit is for one day."

This ability had yet to be used.

Yet once employed, it might allow Byron, as a Fourth Order individual, to fight fairly with the King of Hightins.

As long as the Heavy Cruiser Fleet is in place, and the opportunity arises to exclude external forces, Byron does not mind taking action ahead of schedule.

Third, [He Runs Naked]:

"Only when the tide goes out does one discover who has been swimming naked. Dressing a true king in this ability is akin to hoisting him onto a pedestal of wisdom with a lie, creating an effect of blind, uncritical support. When someone points out, 'but he isn't wearing any clothes at all,' it will be like lightning piercing the night sky, shattering the lie. Everything built upon this lie will then collapse with a thunderous crash."

Initially, Edward claimed that the appearance of three suns in the sky before the great battle was a symbol of the Creator's blessing on the York Family.

It represented not only the Trinity of the Creator but also the three heirs of the York family: Edward, George, and Richard.

Therefore, everyone in both the Royalist Party and the Earl's Party firmly believed that the "Tri-Phantom Sun" and the three brothers were the definitive proof of the Creator's favor.

It was also the core symbol that united the people's hearts.

The significance of the Tri-Phantom Sun and the three brothers to this political group was self-evident, especially now. The York Family had only ascended to the throne a year ago, and the political situation was far from stable.

Settling the public's heart was Edward IV's most important task at present, and the lie of the "Tri-Phantom Sun" had to be repeated over and over again.

This is the key condition for me to launch [He Runs Naked]. Since the York Family has rallied the people's hearts and claimed victory with the gimmick of the 'Tri-Phantom Sun,' they must also bear the corresponding price. Well-informed people know that the so-called 'Tri-Phantom Sun' is but a natural phenomenon resulting from sunlight refraction. A lie repeated ten thousand times is still a lie. The more Edward IV believes in this lie after donning the Sun Crown, the more foolish he will become. His actions will grow increasingly absurd; he will constantly make wrong choices, assert authority in meaningless matters, and waste energy. For instance, obsessing over details like moving machine gun positions five meters to the left, or shifting a fist two millimeters to the right, or boasting 'my military capability is the best in the world'... Or he might develop a passion for formalism: insisting on scrubbing plates six times, not a rinse less; cleaning toilets until the water is drinkable; considering starting work one second late as tardiness, or holding a meeting for leaving an hour late... What's more important is the supernatural aspect. After this, any Mind Wish Power, spiritual advancement, or legendary titles acquired by Edward IV will be like bubbles in a dream. It's just like the foundational Alzheimer's research papers scandal in my previous life, where for sixteen years countless funds poured into the β-amyloid hypothesis, rendering all subsequent achievements futile. In summary, for Edward IV, physics... cough, Mysticism is dead! The Emperor's New Clothes have sealed off his path to advancement; he can expect no further progress. He just has to wait for me to catch up slowly.

Now Byron simply watched as he built his high towers and feasted his guests; when the tower collapsed, it would merely take a single sentence, "Your Majesty, please run naked," from him.

However, clearly not everyone among the ministers was pleased to see such unprecedented unity.

"Hmph."

A barely concealed cold gaze fell upon both Edward IV and Byron.

The Kingmaker, Earl Warwick, wore a look so dark it seemed it could drip water.

With Lancaster completely annihilated, the York Party had no external enemies. Any growth in the Royalist Party's strength was unwelcome to him.

The plan can no longer be delayed! Striking a heavy blow or even annihilating the Royalist Party's upper echelon must happen today!

He signaled to his confidants, and the Earl's Party, with few attendees to begin with, began to leave the scene early and in succession.

And in that moment, the rain in the sky intensified, and the already swollen water level near the Royal Palace finally reached its critical point.