Chapter 1410: Royal Chief Grand Wizard_3

Sure, here is the translation:

(Incidentally, before revealing himself as a wizard, Wolan was a Great Swordsman.)

The Flame Academy is currently the most powerful and influential among the eight academies, and Flame Mages are the most numerous among the Imperial Wizards because Flame Magic is straightforward and immensely destructive (to both enemies and allies).

“Laine, we should heed Amelia’s advice and observe the situation first,” Surya said calmly. “Ultimately, we are guests, not part of the Imperial Court. If we rush in, it may backfire.”

“Let’s set this issue aside for now. Amelia, how have you been these past two years?” Laine thought for a moment, finding Surya’s suggestion reasonable, and decided to change the subject to inquire about Amelia’s well-being.

“Nuer Palace is vast but cold,” Amelia initially wanted to emphasize that she could live well without Laine, but seeing Surya’s amused gaze, she decided to speak the truth: “Besides banquets and Frederick, there’s nothing else.”

“You can stay here with Frederick for now,” Laine responded thoughtfully, smiling. “There aren’t many happenings these days, so we can explore and visit places.”

“You better treat everyone equally!” Amelia looked at Surya, the Lady, and chimed in sweetly: “That includes me and Frederick.”

“Hahaha, Amelia, is this how you handle the Nuer City Council?” Laine laughed heartily, understanding why his little maid could secure such a high position.

“An election is merely a matter of the majority of fools threatening the minority of elites with their votes,” Amelia laughed, speaking with some sarcasm.

“But it’s one of the few ways to prevent the minority elite from monopolizing the entire court,” Surya interjected, her face still radiating a gentle and charming smile. “Not all voices are always heard in the halls of power.”

“So are we electing a debtor, or a common leader?” Amelia complained.

“We’re choosing an outstanding leader, not just any leader,” Surya replied.

“It’s not often you find someone like Laine,” Amelia remarked, her tone slightly jealous, “All the benefits fall to you, Surya Sister.”

After this comment, the three of them laughed, knowing that nothing more needed to be said.

Everything was understood without words.

…… I am the divide in everything understood without words ……

Meanwhile, inside the Imperial Palace, Emperor Carl Franz was sitting behind a large desk, ostensibly reviewing documents, but actually chatting with Archbishop Vicma the Resolute, seated across him.

“Odo has been proven capable of resisting Chaos corruption, and it was he and Kant who uncovered Egrem’s fall, saving the Light Pyramid,” Archbishop Vicma emphasized his point from the sofa opposite the desk. “Hence, I believe Odo is the best candidate for the next Royal Chief Grand Wizard.”

“Yet even if appointing the Royal Chief Grand Wizard, it should still follow the basic laws left by Lord Tygris through election and competition…” the Emperor tried to stress something to the Archbishop. “I think we should respect the result of the competition.”

“Competition only determines the participant’s strength,” Vicma was not much convinced by Carl Franz’s idea. “A powerful strength can be either good or bad. You mentioned Egrem earlier, Carl. Don’t you think Gael’s strength has grown bizarrely rapid?”

“Gael had an extraordinary encounter,” the Emperor stressed.

“Was it an extraordinary encounter or a sign of corruption?” Vicma continued persistently. “Many wizards gain sudden power from their fall. Clearly, Charlemagne pointed us to a broad path, but the Evil God’s corruption of the Old World always proceeds unknowingly…”

“My Majesty! There’s a report!” At this point, a fully armed Rick Guard rushed in, interrupting them.

“Rudolph? What’s the matter?” Emperor Carl Franz immediately paused as the topic was cut short. Archbishop Vicma frowned slightly at the interruption but stopped himself, grasping his Command Staff.

“…It’s about the Royal Chief Grand Wizard competition. Well… Sernus German has arrived in Marinburg by sea vessel,” the Rick Guard had not expected the Archbishop to be present, causing his voice to tremble, but he quickly steadied himself.

Rudolph took a deep breath, seeming somewhat reckless as he touched the inkwell on the desk holding a quill.

The Emperor Carl noticed this detail.

“Oh? Sernus has arrived too?” The Emperor wore a bright smile, seemingly valuing this matter highly, even leaning forward.

The inkwell was thus handed to the Rick Guard, along with a piece of parchment.

“Please elaborate on his exploration on Obion Island?”