Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 385: Continuing This Ancient Tradition

Due to her noble upbringing, Olga Marie was trying hard to suppress her inner thoughts, striving not to appear too shaken.

However, she was just a twelve-year-old girl, and her ability to control her expressions was ultimately limited.

Not only was she visibly anxious and nervous.

Moran and Marisbury could tell just from her tightly clenched hands and her quickening breath.

Although Moran had revealed a secret to bridge the distance with Marie, he had clearly underestimated her feelings.

At this moment, she looked like a little fan girl, her beautiful eyes sparkling as if they were about to shine with starlight.

This was a tricky situation for Moran.

However, for Marisbury, it was a good thing; with his deep experience, he found it quite favorable.

The king not only did not show any signs of disgust but also displayed a friendly demeanor.

And Marie was also inclined towards Moran; one could say that her eyes were almost solely focused on him.

"Your Majesty, I have one more matter I would like to discuss with you. My daughter is not particularly talented and cannot be considered outstanding. To be valued by you is truly an honor for the Animusphere family. Therefore, if you don't mind, I would like to continue the ancient tradition of Britain."

"...Ancient tradition?"

Moran couldn't help but frown slightly.

He knew quite a few traditions, and hearing Marisbury mention it, an uneasy premonition arose in his heart.

"Indeed, I hope to send Marie to your court to become a student or a retainer. By observing the noble royal customs and etiquette, it would also help my unworthy daughter prepare to become a noble in advance. I sincerely hope you will agree to my request."

Marisbury lowered his posture considerably.

He had previously stated that he would provide all necessary support for Marie, and he was not just bluffing.

"...So that's what it is."

Moran recalled this tradition.

If traced back seriously, it could be dated back to the medieval period.

At that time, lower-ranking nobles would serve as retainers or students in the households of higher-ranking nobles.

This ancient tradition had been passed down for a long time, and even in modern times, many families still practiced it.

Generally, such requests were made by lower-ranking nobles.

Because once a descendant was allowed to enter a higher noble family as a student or retainer, it basically laid the groundwork for them to connect with the noble political circles.

And the royal family could be considered the top tier.

Just looking at Moran's social circle as a royal family member made it clear.

Only those who were either the Twelve Monarchs or high-ranking officials like state ministers had the qualifications to enter Buckingham Palace to meet him.

"Eh?! Father! You... so suddenly, you want me to go to the king's court to be a student or retainer?!"

"Marie, this is the highest honor. In the past, very few noble children could enter the royal family as students or retainers, right? Or do you have other thoughts?"

Marisbury said calmly.

He had already seen through his daughter's immature nature.

"No! No! How could I have other thoughts? I think this is the highest honor; it's just that someone like me... someone like me..."

Marie's voice grew smaller and smaller.

Throughout the history of the Twelve Monarchs, those who received such treatment at a young age were generally either geniuses among geniuses or indispensable talents for Britain.

She was very eager to obtain this honor.

The more dazzling and radiant it was, the more she feared losing it.

"..."

Moran did not respond directly but took a few steps forward.

Marisbury understood and let Marie stay in place while he finished talking with Moran.

Once only Marisbury remained beside him, Moran spoke:

"Marisbury. As far as I know, you intend for Marie to become the next monarch of the Astromancy right? Even so, you still wish for her to come to my court to be a student or retainer?"

Moran's gaze was not solely focused on the girl.

He was a king with profound experience.

If Marisbury truly intended to do this, it would mean that the Animusphere family's position would completely tilt towards the royal family.

"Hmm, it is precisely because Marie will become the next monarch of the Astromancy Department that I would make such a choice."

"...Huh?"

"The Animusphere family's desire for a position of authority, the observation and protection of humanity will be an extremely long process. We need Britain's long-term support, so consider this my realization and declaration. I am willing to entrust the future of Animusphere to your hands."

Marisbury's gaze flicked towards Marie.

Although he still held no expectations for his daughter, after all, Marie was the heir to the monarch of the Astromancy Department.

The twelve monarchs would all be present at the birth of their descendants.

Preparing a will in advance is to ensure the continuity of the family's legacy.

The dangers faced by a monarch are far greater than those faced by ordinary magi, and the assassinations and struggles they encounter are countless.

It is not unusual to die at any moment.

If Marisbury were to die unexpectedly, Marie would inherit the magic crest and all the assets of the Animusphere family, as well as the authority to govern the entire Astromancy Department.

Thus, his act of sending his daughter to the royal family.

Undoubtedly, it is to entrust the future of the Astromancy Department.

"I see, so this is also a part of the Animusphere family's expression of loyalty? Strategically speaking, it's quite good. Clearly, the external reputation is that of a hermit who does not participate in the politics of the Clock Tower, yet in this regard, you seem quite experienced."

Moran smiled as he gazed at Marisbury.

The smile was also quite intriguing.

"Strategies and such are really not my forte. How could the Animusphere family dare to use strategies against you... The real situation is that Britain, led by you, is our only way out.

If we lose your support, the Animusphere family's position of authority will have to wait for who knows how many years for a descendant to fulfill it."

Marisbury shook his head with a bitter smile.

He rarely showed genuine emotions, and that was the bitterness that only those at the end of their rope would reveal.

If even Moran does not support Chaldea.

Then Marisbury would truly have no way out, and Chaldea's plans would have to be indefinitely forced to halt.