Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 383: Restless Infatuation

"Teacher... this..."

Kayneth couldn't help but sigh.

He looked at the situation and realized the precariousness of the aristocracy.

Clearly, they could no longer suppress the rise of democracy; the momentum was tipping towards the other side.

"Policies. Barthomeloi, agrees."

Lorelei also raised her hand in agreement.

As the leader of the aristocracy and the Queen of the Clock Tower, she was now publicly stating her position.

The remaining aristocratic factions that had not expressed their stance trembled; they already knew the trend was irreversible. Even the Queen of the Clock Tower agreed to the decision, and if they opposed it further, it would be a matter of losing their heads.

"Even Barthomeloi... sigh..."

Kayneth sighed deeply.

He stared at his teacher, Rufleus, for a few seconds, then made his decision and raised his hand to say:

"Mineralogy. El-Melloi, agrees."

Another old aristocratic faction yielded.

First, it was the Animusphere family, which had always refrained from choosing sides; then it was Barthomeloi, the head of the three major aristocracies; now it was the historically significant El-Melloi family.

This is the weakness of the aristocracy.

The aristocracy has never been as united as the democracy.

Due to their self-proclaimed nobility and antiquity, each family has its own ideas. Only families like Zoology. Gaiuslink, which is publicly seen as a puppet of Barthomeloi, are exceptions.

"Zoology, Gaiuslink, agrees."

"Botany, Yumina, agrees."

Two more aristocratic factions fell.

In the end, only Spiritual Evocation, Eulyphis remained.

Rufleus and Lorelei exchanged glances.

Through the sharp gaze of the Queen of the Clock Tower, he sensed that she was urging him to express his stance quickly.

For Barthomeloi, the survival of other families was not important; they were neutral towards ancient magecraft and modern magecraft.

Now, with the trend of ancient magecraft overwhelming.

They probably felt it was time to balance things out a bit, which is why they expressed agreement regardless of their stance.

On the surface, it was in accordance with the king's orders.

Behind the scenes, it was supporting modern magecraft.

Not everyone practicing modern magecraft represents democracy; many in the aristocracy also excel in modern magecraft.

The modern magecraft faction benefits.

This reflects Moran's desire to support the entire modern magecraft system, which does not consider class or ideology.

Thus, the aristocracy is not necessarily excluded from sharing in the benefits.

It is merely a formal acceptance of defeat.

The most crucial and important thing is that Lorelei sees that Moran will not give up until he achieves his goal.

There is no need to oppose the king.

The king's will is everything in Britain.

"It seems... this is also a punishment for our arrogance over the past few centuries... since this is the king's order... I am willing to let go..."

Rufleus spoke as if self-mocking, yet also regretful.

He represented the vast majority of old magi practicing ancient magecraft, which made him appear so hesitant.

If it weren't for the resolution proposed by Moran, who is the king of Britain.

They would certainly not have accepted it.

This is not about the interests of the Clock Tower, but based on the traditions and pride followed by the aristocracy.

However, it can end here.

With eleven out of twelve families already leaning towards agreement, continuing to resist would be too disgraceful.

This elder had self-awareness.

"Spiritual Evocation, Eulyphis, agrees."

Rufleus seemed to expel his very soul.

His entire demeanor became despondent.

At this point, all twelve families agreed.

Regardless of who wins or loses, it is a victory for the Clock Tower, but for the aristocracy, this is undoubtedly a disastrous defeat.

McDonell and Inorai revealed joyful smiles.

This is a long-awaited victory for democracy.

"Very well. Since everyone has agreed, then the matters regarding the transfer of the Clock Tower will be handled by the Policies department. Lorelei, after we return to the palace, let's start arranging it together."

Moran said with a heroic demeanor.

Lorelei, being the monarch of the Policies department, could discuss matters with the British authorities.

Moran himself only makes major decisions.

Details are not his concern.

"Yes, my king."

Lorelei slightly bowed in response.

In her view, today's Moran displayed the king's majesty, and everything he did was flawless.

It was simply impeccable.

The love he held for Britain, for his people, and for his subjects was as warm and intense as a blazing fire.

"Ha ha, I said I would be a bit serious, how about it? Are you looking at me with new eyes now?"

Moran noticed the subtle expression on Lorelei's face.

That attitude of being moved by him.

He did not miss even this small detail.

Lorelei gradually peeled away the thoughts she did not want to admit about Moran, replaced by admiration: "My king, you today... are perfect."

"I say it, and I can do it. It just depends on whether I want to. Lorelei, your expression right now is very cute."

"Um..."

Lorelei felt a flutter of restlessness upon seeing Moran smile at her.

In a daze, she couldn't help but lose herself, instinctively wanting this brilliance to burn her even longer.

It felt just like when she prayed to the first king.

The feeling was extremely similar to that time.

—It was both nostalgic and vivid, a display of the master's grandeur, leaving one numb and speechless.

This feeling is certainly not a fleeting infatuation.

She merely hoped to follow the dazzling figure of the king as a loyal subject, someone willing to offer her life for the king on the battlefield.

"Ha ha, you took my advice... um, indeed, you are a beautiful woman. If you were to dress up carefully, even I would find it hard to look away."

Moran's gaze was fixed intently on Lorelei.

Today, she wore a collarless red soft jacket paired with a fitted top and black leggings.

It was clear she had put in effort to dress up.

The meticulousness of the aristocracy was reflected in her.

She was simply a beauty crafted with finesse.

Full of nobility and confidence, anyone who glanced at her would leave an extremely deep impression. Her taste was excellent, and her outfit was very stylish.

She had a unique, clean, and crisp aura.

"My king..."

Lorelei instinctively averted her gaze.

Originally, she was already dizzy from this brilliance, and now being deeply gazed at by Moran at such close range.

A chaotic feeling coalesced in her chest.

It increasingly made her feel troubled.

She wanted to angrily denounce this unfaithful and restless feeling, stubbornly denying that this feeling was a young girl's infatuation.

She believed this was due to her loyalty to the king.

Her infatuation would only be dedicated to the first king she believed in; she would never be unfaithful enough to love two men.