Chapter 1106: Majesty Needs No External Support

After sending the Bretonnians away, Imrik nodded to the Shadow King, indicating that they could act.

The Phoenix Court would not interfere with Bretonnia according to Erd's idea, but would never let that bitch go.

Caledor could not intervene because of the joint defense agreement between the Empire and Kislev, so he let Nagarys appear. It was normal for Druzy to do anything. If the pressure was too great and humans dared not come to Ulthuan, they could just find a group of Khaine believers in the dungeon and execute them as rags.

When the Shadow King left, he did not ask the war lords for support. His goal was completely different from that of the War Council. Among the Ten Kingdoms, only Nagarys was founded on hatred. Resources, land, and living space were meaningless to them.

Even if it was the end of the world, Aris Anar would make the evildoers pay the price.

After ending the trouble with Bretonnia, Imrick looked back at the maid beside him, "Next thing."

"According to the discussion of the Imperial Council, the ministers hope that Your Majesty will come to Arion to comfort the families of the victims of the war."

This made Imrick a little puzzled, not because of his opinion on Arion, but because of the division of responsibilities.

Generally speaking, the affairs presided over by the Phoenix Court do not involve condolences, because this is the sacred duty of the Everqueen. From the perspective of the God's Chosen relationship, Asuryan, who dominates everything, witnessed the tragedy. Wouldn't his God's Chosen condolences be a joke to the families of the dead in the war?

The Everqueen, who symbolizes the love of the Mother Goddess, can comfort the hearts of the miserable, whether it is her own affinity or the symbol of God's Chosen.

Besides...I don't seem to be a Phoenix King who cares about the common people, right?

"What about Alarielle? She didn't react to this? She should have been sympathized with him a long time ago."

"Avalon also asked you to go to Arion. Out of respect for the victims, the Everqueen believes it is necessary for you to attend to express respect and remembrance for the deceased...

The name is the bravest warrior of the elves, and the commemoration of the brave."

The bravest warrior, Imrik got excited when he said this, but he was a little too lazy to move.

"Can someone else attend on your behalf? You know, I'm not in good health... Minasnir is also sleeping late, and there is no suitable way to reach Arion."

Felice looked at His Majesty with contempt. Caledor didn't know that the dragon was not something you could ride whenever you wanted. As for the poor health... the people you sent to the underworld didn't think so.

"His Highness Draknir is not in the palace, and because of his special status, he cannot use the title of Son of the Phoenix King as his main title. If you want to shirk it, I suggest that Elisara attend."

"Forget it, she is the same as her mother, and she wants to throw everything to me."

"Do you agree?"

"Change the title before speaking."

Felice thought for a long time, lowered her voice and gritted her teeth and said: "Get up quickly, you monarch who is rotten on the throne."

That's right, it's really a bit unaccustomed to talking in a cold voice and always looking respectful.

Imrik twisted the Phoenix emblem ring on his ring finger and ordered the captain of the guard to appear immediately.

Cosir, he still retained the position of captain of the White Lion Guard, but the embarrassing situation was that because of Tyrion's departure, the Phoenix King Guard lacked a commander again.

Crion didn't want to compete for this title. He was always proud of being the captain of Prince Caledor's guard.

As for Kadroin...the captain of the Phoenix Guard remained silent as always.

Imrick still had trust in Kosir. To commemorate the lost monarch, the legendary warrior dyed his once proud white lion cloak black and swore with pure black will that he would never fail again.

But the main reason was that Kosir was really good at fighting. With a green axe, he could even fight Tyrion without dragon armor.

Kosir looked up at the elf on the throne and greeted him humbly.

"Your Majesty, what do you want?"

"Organize people. I'm going to Arion."

Although he wanted to ask who they wanted, Kosir understood that this was the first test of His Majesty, testing whether he could take over the duties of Tyrion's guard captain.

"Yes."

After a while, the team standing in front of the royal court made Imrick a little dissatisfied, but he couldn't get angry.

The people who went out together were the White Lion Guards and the Phoenix Guards, the two most symbolic troops that proved the orthodoxy of the Phoenix King. From the perspective of maintaining legal principles alone, Kosir was very successful.

But perhaps because he had been the captain of the Finubar Guard for too long, Cosir had somewhat neglected Imric's current title of Lord.

Except for the first and eleventh Phoenix Kings, the other nine monarchs could only be called Asur. Imric must have the same status as Aenarion - Lord of the Elves.

Only Asur participated in the travel of the Elven monarchs. This was certainly respectful to Aerion, but it also weakened His Majesty's authority.

Moreover... why was there not even a dragon? Didn't he know that I was the Dragon Lord of Caledor?

While shaking his head to express his disappointment, Imric turned over and sat on the saddle of Mortelius, ignoring the advice of the accompanying courtiers, and said to the nagging person who explained that the Phoenix King should be solemn: "Before I was a ruler, I was a warrior. Have you ever seen a warrior lying in a mobile palace when traveling?

The son of Caledor enjoys much more time charging with a lance than in the palace."

Turning his head to look at the luxurious mobile small palace built according to ceremonial requirements, Imrik couldn't help but feel disgust in his eyes. Even after the anti-gravity magic was reinforced, a gold-plated building still required twelve horses to pull, with precious inlaid inlays on the outside. Made of red gold and a large number of gems, a handsome phoenix spreads its wings and soars toward the sky at the top.

This luxury may be one of the reasons why the elves are stuck in endless quagmire. While the warriors are struggling to maintain their equipment, the craftsmen are busy making a mobile palace that the Phoenix King can use only once in decades.

The Phoenix King pointed to the mobile palace with a door large enough to accommodate three people entering side by side, and said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

"Tear this thing apart for me and replace it all with Lothern Sea Guards' year-end military pay."

The maid who walked up to His Majesty warned in a low voice: "This may damage the majesty of the Phoenix King."

The majesty of the Phoenix King...

Imric shook his head, raised the flaming phoenix scepter held in his left hand towards the guards in front of him, and said loudly, "Tell me, do you think a warrior who raises a lance and charges first is more majestic, or a warrior who holds a scepter on the throne? The Phoenix King who gives orders?"

The silent Phoenix Guards chose to raise their halberds and express their thoughts with actions, while the White Lion Guards tapped the ground with their ax handles and shouted in unison.

"Warrior, warrior, honor goes to the warrior."

Under the order of the Phoenix King, the mobile palace originally used for travel was moved and sent to the smelting furnace to wait to be turned into materials to subsidize military pay.

The court officials were puzzled, but they could not disobey him.