Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

On the day of the coronation.

Ryan looked at himself in the mirror, gently touched his harmless and beautiful face, and dismissed the maids.

His pristine white robe was embroidered with intricate patterns, and the magical runes outlined in gold thread possessed a captivating charm.

There were already people waiting for him outside the door, but he still didn't see any familiar figures.

Taking a deep breath, Ryan slowly walked outside.

On such an important day, he wasn't allowed to throw any tantrums.

However, as he walked step by step onto that throne, the boy inevitably felt sad.

I promised to come back in a few days and I definitely won't miss his coronation.

fraud.

The boy listened as the Archbishop of Reims recited complex sutras, sitting on his throne and looking down at the kneeling crowd.

It was a vast, dark mass, and its features were obscured.

Looking down from here, they appear as tiny ants; one step could crush a whole bunch of them and easily take their lives.

The view from the top of the mountain is amazing; no wonder so many people would fight tooth and nail for that spot.

The boy silently looked away, his gaze fixed ahead.

He was waiting for someone.

His, Mr. Mermaid.

As time ticked by, he still hadn't seen anyone, and Ryan's heart sank lower and lower.

Sir, are you not coming?

Her emerald eyes lowered slightly, and her hands, which were resting on her lap, clenched into fists, creating wrinkles in the white robe.

Ryan felt uneasy, but also relieved that he wouldn't be needed for the rest of the process; he could just be a mascot.

Afterwards, the oath was read aloud, which I had already memorized, so I should be able to handle it.

After Archbishop Lance finished reciting the holy words, he bowed respectfully before the boy and said, "Your Holiness, please recite the oath."

Ryan rose and walked to the high platform, looking down at his people. He gazed into the distance, where the citizens of the royal city had also gathered on the outskirts to watch the grand ceremony.

A sense of nervousness inexplicably arose in the boy's heart.

He recited a formulaic oath.

Make those beautiful vows.

To ensure peace and justice, protect the church, and safeguard the rights of magicians and citizens of the empire, among other things.

Then, together with those attending the coronation, they read the sacred texts.

These are things that previous kings had done before.

But as he closed the holy book and glanced at the eager, admiring, or expectant faces below, he found himself somewhat unable to look them directly in the eye.

It was as if they were truly hoping that he would lead them to prosperity and peace.

He wanted to ascend the throne, but only for the sake of his master.

Ryan looked away, avoiding the uncomfortable gazes, and walked unsteadily back to the throne.

The next step was to bestow the true royal insignia.

The chief steward handed the king a withered red robe, over which a cloak was draped. As the robe was put on, Ryan inexplicably felt a great weight on his shoulders.

Next, the Archbishop of Reims placed the ring on the king's finger, handed the scepter to the king's right hand, and the scepter to the Archbishop's left hand.

The ring was a symbol of imperial authority, or a symbol of the close relationship between the gods and their people.

The scepter was a symbol of divine authorization, while the staff replaced the previous flogging and was handed to the king for the first time.

Next comes the most important part of the king's coronation ceremony, where the Archbishop of Reims helps to place the crown on the head, assisted by six ministers and six bishops.

It signifies the church's and nobles' recognition of the coronation.

Ryan stared blankly as the person before him washed his hands with holy water before picking up the crown, a symbol of supreme power, from the side with a devout expression.

Gemstones of various colors are cut into beautiful shapes, sparkling brilliantly in the sunlight.

But when those hands approached him, the boy couldn't help but want to back away.

Archbishop Lance, who was usually stern and unsmiling, now wore a gentle smile, his bright golden eyes sparkling with laughter, and his fingertips lightly rested on the boy's shoulder.

"Don't be afraid."

A single sentence easily soothed the boy's unease.

"Your Highness, bow your head."

Lance's voice was gentle, and the boy bowed his head slightly before the archbishop.

When that dazzling crown pressed down on his head, Ryan felt as if his body and mind were bound.

He is very uncomfortable.

It is a psychological discomfort.

He disliked being constrained, and such a complicated and solemn ceremony made him feel inexplicably suffocated.

He was never one to follow the rules. When the ring was slipped onto his fingertips, the withered red robe was put on him, and the heavy crown pressed down on his head.

From body to mind, it seems that I am bound by this identity and the meaning it represents.

The boy pursed his lips, feeling an urge to flee under Archbishop Lance's earnest gaze.

Lance seemed to sense the boy's unease, reached out and took the boy's hand, placing a kiss on his knuckles.

Ryan couldn't help but curl his fingers.

Whether it was his imagination or not, he had a feeling that something was off about the Archbishop of Reims today.

She was being too familiar with him.

Lance seemed oblivious to Ryan's scrutiny, and after completing the procedure, he released the boy's hand.

It was as if what had just happened was only one step in a coronation ceremony.

The refined and approachable young man bowed before the boy. "Your Majesty, please hand over the scepter to me. It is time to exchange it for the papal staff."

Ryan nodded.

Since the two ceremonies are to be held together, we can only try to integrate them.

The main focus is on a mix-and-match style.

He wore a white church robe and a king's robe.

Wearing the king's crown and holding the pope's staff.

Hey, it's just for fun.

Lance took the scepter, a symbol of the king's authority, and handed it to the waiting steward of the inner court.

The staff was made from a branch of the sacred tree. It was milky white all over and inlaid with various magic crystals. The most eye-catching thing was the huge main stone - a bright green magic crystal.

The green, cut into hexagonal shapes, refracts colorful light under the sunlight, exuding vitality.

While the boy was stunned, Lance lifted his robe and knelt down directly in front of him.

Like the most devout believer, he raised the papal staff above his head and said, "Your Holiness, please."

The boy lowered his emerald eyes, took a deep breath, and reached out to grasp the staff.

The moment the staff came into his hand, Ryan felt a cool sensation spread from his fingertips to his heart.

It soothed the restlessness caused by unease.

Fireworks were set off at all four corners of the royal city, and the elaborate yet solemn ceremony came to an end amidst the booming sound of the fireworks.

The once solemn royal city seemed to come alive in an instant, and the people living in the city smiled, filled with anticipation for the future.

The young man stood on the high platform, bathed in glory.

Looking at those smiling faces, he finally realized the significance of this position.

He is their king.

We should lead them toward prosperity and happiness.

Behind the boy, Archbishop Lance's bright golden eyes followed him closely, carrying a subtle tenderness.

You didn't recognize me, you idiot.