Chapter 1227 No Truth

"The truth?"

Looking around at the knights, almost all the famous dukes of Bretonnia were listed here, including Artois, Paraon, Lyonnes, Bastogne, Brionne...Except for the Duke of Bordello, all the dukes of the fourteen principalities of Bretonnia gathered here.

If Karl knew that there was a group of terrorists in Altdorf who could tear trolls apart with their bare hands, he would probably be restless...After all, anyone here is no less capable than the emperor's champion warrior Ludwig.

Imrick was puzzled, and under the unfriendly eyes of the Holy Grail grandfathers, he sat on the sofa and drove away the young Duke of Paraon.

"The truth." Laun repeated. He spent a lot of effort to barely make the dukes who had fought for a hundred years stop their anger and come to Altdorf together.

Bretonnia has shown a trend of division between the East and the West. No one doubts Laun's kingship, but they are confused by the persistence of the Lady of the Lake and those obscure legends.

The legend of Ead Capet still circulates in Bretonnia. The dukes know the true identity of the lady, but the problem is that even if they despise her, the Holy Grail still exists in every corner.

This strange situation makes people dare not act rashly. With the elves watching closely, especially the attacks of Druz on the coastline, and the monkey version of the Wild Hunt ritual organized by Asrai from time to time, it is impossible for them to rely on serfs to fight against the knights of the kingdom.

The expedition oath is still going on, but the goal has changed from traveling to war, a war with the Bretonnians.

"Didn't Ead Capet make it clear about the truth about the lady of the lake?" Imrick poured a glass of Bretonnian wine carelessly. Although the taste is definitely not as good as the tribute of Ulthuan, it can barely moisten his throat.

"What he knows is all your arrangement!"

Laun's words stirred up a thousand layers of huge waves. Bohemond, the strong-willed Duke of Bastogne, has taken out a huge stick forged with dragon bones from his feet and stared at the Phoenix King with unkind eyes. He hates elves.

"Bohemund...you should be thankful that the dragon you killed was not the Caledor Fire Dragon, otherwise your action of pointing the dragon bone at me would have caused a lot of trouble..." Imrick paused, a cold aura flashed by, and when Bohemund was momentarily stiff and stunned, he relaxed and turned to Laun.

"Then what you know is nothing more than what she told you. What's the difference with the situation of Ead Capet?"

"I am from Bretonnia..."

"You are the king of Bretonnia, completely different from the son of a small earl, and you have an important mission on your shoulders. Ead Capet can question the faith regardless of the responsibilities of the family, but you can't."

"But if you want to know the truth, I can tell you."

"The Lady of the Lake is Lilith. I tell you this as the king of the elves."

Laun's body trembled slightly, but he quickly calmed down: "Evidence, elves are the creatures who are best at using language to gain benefits. I can't destroy the foundation of Bretonnia with just one sentence."

"As you said, elves are the creatures who are best at language... God must also like to lie, otherwise why would he create us with himself as a template..." White flames gradually surged, annihilating the wine glass in Imrick's hand. The Phoenix King looked around at the expressions of the dukes around him, and his expression became more and more playful.

Everyone was unwilling to believe Capet's words. Apart from believing in the Lady of the Lake, they had almost no ability to fight against the enemy... But the knight's duty and oath required them to figure this out, otherwise everything they believed in would become absurd.

"Laun, you are a true knight, perhaps... I will give you five years to decide whether to follow the path of Ede Capet, abandon the mist that symbolizes lies, or embrace the cold moonlight.

Capet was too soft-hearted, which delayed my revenge for a hundred years. Now that chaos is rising, the world is in crisis again. I have no patience to wait for your answers... If you doubt that my actions are out of selfishness, you can ask the Green Knight where the dead Holy Grail Knights have gone."

After speaking, Imrick patted his thigh and prepared to leave.

Duke Adar of Lyonness quickly stood up and tried to stop Imrick, but someone reacted faster than him.

Kadroin, who had been silent like a statue since he entered the door, now hung his halberd at Duke Adar's throat at an unpredictable speed. His calm eyes without any emotion seemed to indicate that if he took a step forward, the Duke would face the wrath of Asuryan.

Imrik reached out and held Kadroin's halberd, looking seriously at Duke Adar of Lyonness. He was a warrior... a warrior with Ulric's blood.

"Adal, I have a suggestion for you... Ulric is keen on fighting. If you are worried that the Holy Grail Knights of the Principality will not be able to protect the territory after losing Lilith's protection, you can replace the statue of the lady with the White Wolf God.

Great Ulric Miel, I don't think you would mind accommodating a group of Bretonnians as members of the church..."

"I..." Adal hesitated. It turned out that Ulric was much more attractive to warriors than the Lady of the Lake. Duke Lyonness preferred drinking, gambling and fighting to fulfilling his duties and daily asceticism.

"And Alberic..." Duke Bordello, nicknamed the Seafood King, was not present, but it was not difficult for Imrik to tell him what had just happened.

The Phoenix King's eyes were not focused, and he said calmly: "Mannan also cast a look at Bordello... Moore can deal with the long-lasting undead in Musilon. As for the remaining duchies, maybe you can try to throw yourself into the arms of Sotek?

After all, you are just the descendants of a group of fugitives in exile. There is no god who really wants to protect you, haha."

Imrick laughed and left, leaving the Holy Grail dukes in the manor silent.

Laun's tightly clenched palms, the blue veins on his forehead, and the voices that came into his ears from time to time fully explained his current pain.

He has worked hard for many years to restore peace to Bretonnia. In the name of this summit, Laun contacted the dukes just to find the Phoenix King to get an answer.

"He may be lying." Adar said so, but the hesitation in his eyes had already explained the warrior's thoughts deep in his heart.

"He has no reason to lie. If the Lady of the Lake is not a pointy-eared deity... we won't have a civil war, and he will bear the risk of the entire Old World occupied area being washed by the holy war." Bohemund gritted his teeth, with endless regret in his expression.

The Duke of Beast Slayer observed the expressions of his colleagues and finally struggled to make a decision.

"I'm going back to Bastogne to look for the relics of Ede Capet. He must have thought of a way to deal with it!"

"But what if his so-called way to deal with it is just to separate the political power and theocracy of Bretonnia."

"Then separate them!" Duke Casfann of Paraon roared like a demon: "Do you know what Paraon is going through every day? The wood elves in the border tavern laugh at the lady all day long... saying that we are just puppets deceived by lies and believe in the truth, and we are all a bunch of fools!

I can't stand this strong sense of tearing. If I question my faith but dare not face the truth, how can I be a knight!" (End of this chapter)