Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3145 Crowned

Gadel radiated a murderous aura, and the Eagle Sword in his hand seemed to glow with a dark crimson hue. "What's the matter? Decided not to keep fighting?" he asked, a sneer playing on his lips as he looked at the ministers and generals kneeling in the blood-soaked mud. "We wouldn't dare," the Minister of Military Affairs replied, his voice thick with regret. "After His Majesty passed away, Iris deceived us into believing she was his chosen successor. We never imagined things would turn out this way."

His words were heavy with sorrow, tears streaming down his face as he spoke. "Iris is a fool, cruel and heartless. She's driven our kingdom into an abyss. We beg you, Your Highness Prince Gadel, to take control and restore peace to Montiria!" Arnold and Jaylen appeared by Gadel's side, their gazes icy as they surveyed the kneeling ministers.

"Do you know who these men are?" Gadel asked, pointing to Arnold and Jaylen.

The ministers raised their heads, staring blankly at the two men, but recognition failed to dawn on any of them.

The Minister of Military Affairs slowly let his eyes drift downward, taking in the details of Arnold and Jaylen's elaborate armor. When he saw the lifelike black eagles etched on their armor, a chilling realization struck him.

protectors. Though the Minister of Military Affairs had never seen the Eagle Knights before, he had read about them in an ancient tome from the royal library. Each Eagle Knight, armored from head to toe, was a symbol of the king's utmost trust. "Are these two... the Eagle Knights?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear. It seemed

Knights are just

only protect the

confirmed one undeniable fact: Princess Iris was never chosen by King Gawain Las his successor. Then where

had been in perfect health the day before. "Everyone, I had nothing to do with his death," Matthew said, clearing himself of any

the truth behind all

poisoned the

kill her own siblings, showing no regard for family ties. We, 53 ministers, plead for Prince Gadel to take the throne. You are the rightful heir chosen by the late king.

Gadel, ignoring the blood and dust on the

your kindness!" the crafty minister replied, immediately changing his form of address. He pulled out a carefully wrapped wooden box from his cloak. Hands trembling

with precious gems. The minister handed the box carefully to Arnold, who was