Luviagelita gracefully lifted her skirt with full etiquette.
Offering the proper courtesy to the King.
The Edelfelt main family is located in Finland, and they do not belong to the magus lineage of Great Britain.
However, the Edelfelt family has frequent exchanges with the Clock Tower.
They are basically considered one of Britain's overseas forces, belonging to the same system as the Mage's Association.
"From our perspective outside the island, Divine Era Magecraft keeps humanity living under the protection of the gods, while modern magecraft is what truly allows humanity to become fantasy, to become a ladder to a higher existence."
Luviagelita's voice sounded immature due to her young age.
However, the Edelfelt family is a renowned noble family, and Luviagelita, who has been designated as the next head of the family, is naturally not lacking.
Her enunciation and expression were very clear.
"Modern magecraft started at the end of the Age of Gods.
Magecraft, which has become a form of learning, has changed its past purpose, hoping to reach the Root. Overlapping the destinies and bloodlines of dozens of generations, spending an immeasurable amount of talent and resources that is enough to make one faint, drawing the end of that dream in their hearts."
Luviagelita described the foundation of modern magecraft.
Its foundation and determination are not inferior to Divine Era Magecraft; it is a crystallization of technology that only humans can create.
Perhaps, this idea is seen by Divine Era magi
as something too foolish to understand.
Even Aoko Aozaki, who reached the Grand rank, is called "fragile" in front of Divine Era magi.
However, it is precisely because of this change that families like the Edelfelt, who mainly study modern magecraft, can stand tall.
"Even if this choice of mine is hated and cursed by future generations, I will choose it as many times as it takes. Even if the shadow history carved among magi judges me as a war criminal, I will never betray this determination and idea!"
Luviagelita placed her hand on her chest and leaned forward as she spoke.
Surrounded by jewels, Luviagelita's pupils housed a strong light.
A light stronger than any of those jewels, each of which possessed powerful magical power.
At this moment, she represented a group of modern magi.
Many democrats clenched their fists.
These were the words they had always wanted to say to Divine Era magi, wanting to prove that this persistence and determination were by no means a mistake.
"Not bad. It is precisely with this determination that one can surpass their ancestors. Luviagelita, the radiance you are showing at this moment is very beautiful. Thank you, you said a lot for me."
"Brother, you are too kind."
Luviagelita blinked and said playfully.
Even at the end, she was so lively.
How pure was the girl's way of existence.
Although she was a magus, her way of conducting herself was a righteous approach that was not only applicable to magi but also to anyone, anywhere.
Not only in the depths of darkness, but even in the midst of brilliant light, her "correctness" would not be lost.
She was a completely likeable and cute cousin, and even Moran could only respond with a gentle smile.
"Everyone, I hope that the determination you hold is the will to survive even if the island of Britain perishes, even if our country is destroyed.
As long as my people are still alive, still breathing on this land and continuing this inheritance of blood and intellect, then Britain will never perish."
Moran found Luviagelita, who held such determination and used courage as a weapon to confront others, to be adorable.
She was an indispensable talent in the current era.
"All things in this world eventually perish, but how to maintain the greatest and longest value in a limited time is the proposition that should be considered. I believe that what Britain needs now is the courage to surpass the times.
Perhaps, at that time, we can even make this modern magecraft the next Age of Gods magecraft that future generations will admire."
Moran spoke as if he were talking about something from the past.
In the past, when he created the Divine Era foundation that sustained Britain, he almost never thought it would become .
Therefore, he believed in the people of the present.
Why not replicate the great achievements of the Age of Gods once again?
"This kind of thing... can it really..."
Rufleus's low voice was full of hesitation.
He, who insisted on Divine Era Magecraft,
now recalled the true intention of the previous king's choice to change the generational system under the king's words of truth.
Wasn't this hoping that future generations would keep up with the times?
However, they stopped moving forward.
Until now, they were still thinking of making the king a god, only wanting to make the original tree they were guarding bigger.
They never had the idea of planting a forest.
Their eyes were only on this one big tree.
Believing that no tree could compare to it, they trampled on other saplings with absolute arrogance.
The dignity and pride they had stubbornly defended for a long time eventually became chains that bound their thoughts and dark haze that obscured their vision.
The old men who realized this because of Moran felt ashamed and disgraceful.
"At least, starting now, it's not too late. Since you have inherited the bloodline of great ancestors and accepted the intellectual inheritance of the past. Then, I think there is no reason why you can't do it—
Let me see that unwavering will, let me see that strength, that determination, that radiance... Surely, you are not trying to say that you, who possess an ancient and noble bloodline, are inferior to the younger generation of the new era?"
Moran's lips curled up slightly.
Since ancient times, incitement has always been classic and useful.
Especially for these conservative aristocrats.
With Rufleus as an example, these monarch elders exuded magical pressure from their bodies.
Not targeting anyone, just simply expressing their attitude.
Expressing the attitude that ancient things can never lose to new things, the concept that the older the stronger still exists.
"Kukaka... Kakakaka... Our respected and great King... Thank you for sweeping away the haze for our ignorant selves... We will never, never let you down... We will definitely let you see this radiance!"
Rufleus and the other aristocrats bowed their heads.
They were not only expressing their determination to Moran.
They were also, to some extent, compromising with the democratic faction, abandoning the advantages that the aristocratic faction had held in the past.
Actively stating their willingness to divide the position of Divine Era Magecraft.
Giving modern magecraft a place.
In the past, these old fogeys disdained sitting at the same table as the younger generation, but this time they took the initiative to put down their arrogance.
The King's words penetrated their hearts.
If they were blinded by this arrogance and allowed the great future of Britain to be covered in smoke, then they would be the true sinners of all time.