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Chapter 1048 - 535 Becoming the Imperial Emperor (End)

Chapter 1048: Chapter 535 Becoming the Imperial Emperor (End)

The Duke of Pulphaz, feeling helpless, sat back down. The current situation was coercing the Electors to choose a powerful Emperor, not a mere figurehead subject to their whims.

The Duke of Pulphaz whispered to the Marquis of Regensburg, "Didn’t you privately express your concerns about Ivita to me earlier?"

"He has returned and taken the seat of your family’s Elector proxy."

The Marquis of Regensburg quickly glanced at Ivita before loudly saying to the Duke of Pulphaz, "I have always supported His Majesty, for he is the people’s choice. Do not talk nonsense."

The Duke of Pulphaz immediately realized that Ivita had already bribed the Marquis of Regensburg, and at this moment, the Marquis was still an ally of Ivita.

He clenched his fists.

While the three secular representative Electors were talking, he said to them in a low voice, "If this continues, Ivita will be elected Emperor."

"If he becomes Emperor, what will your kingdoms do? Are you prepared to watch him wield the Emperor’s powers at will?"

"In the Imperial Parliament, choosing the Emperor now only requires the votes of seven Electors; the other lords are merely onlookers. It seems that Ivita has likely already secured the support of the three major religious Electors."

"I suggest casting your votes for us. Unlike you, Pulphaz is just a Duchy. Even if elected Emperor, it will still be under your control. But if the monarch of the Kingdom of Alsace is elected, the consequences will be dire."

"You will no longer be able to control him."

The three representatives exchanged glances, their eyes filled with scrutiny.

Tartax, at Ivita’s side, looked to the Archbishop of Mainz, urging him to proceed with the vote quickly to prevent further complications.

The Archbishop of Mainz stood up, glanced over Ivita, and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, our Emperor Oyo III has fallen in battle, yet the assassin roams our Empire spreading plague and death."

"We must now choose an Emperor to lead us into the future. Let the voting begin!"

"Besides the seven Elector votes, we must also count certain special seats in the event of a tie, so we know who our Emperor will be."

"Seven Elector votes, with the Dwarf Lord of the Three Hammer Dwarf Dungeon of the Empire having one auxiliary vote (insignificant by itself), the Golden Elf Lord of Silver Moon Bay having one auxiliary vote, the Zhuo’er Elf Lord of the Dark Regions having one auxiliary vote, the Heart-Stealing Demonic Empire Grand Lord of the Star Realm having one auxiliary vote, and the High Elf Lord of Moon Song Forest having one auxiliary vote."

The Archbishop of Mainz then turned to the human lords’ seats, saying, "The collective voting result of the three thousand lords will also be a single auxiliary vote."

"The Empire’s Guardian Knight, Duke Gugel the Skullbreaker, shall have one auxiliary vote."

"Furthermore, the Empire’s Sacred Wizards also have their own auxiliary votes."

"Seven Elector votes, eight auxiliary votes."

The Archbishop of Mainz casually picked up a wooden gavel before him and tapped the nearby bell, instantly producing a crisp sound throughout the entire Imperial Assembly Building. "The vote begins now. Please cherish the power in your hands and take responsibility for your choice. May the God of All Things bless your fate."

As the official voting commenced, the Imperial Assembly Building began to bustle.

Ivita said to the Hearthstone Witch by his side, "This Imperial Parliament has a significant flaw. If the Frankish people launch a surprise attack, they could wipe us out in one fell swoop."

The Hearthstone Witch replied, "I think so too. It seems we should not hold too many such Parliament sessions in the future. Fortunately, Fort Regen is on the other side of the Empire, and the Franks haven’t attacked here yet, so it’s relatively safe and peaceful."

Ivita raised his eyebrows.

Indeed, it was peaceful; while the western lords of the Empire were embroiled in incessant warfare, the eastern lords still strolled leisurely along winding country lanes, living a life of inebriation and dreams.

An hour and a half later, the voting results came out quickly.

Both the Archbishop of Münster and the Archbishop of Mainz voted for Ivita, but surprisingly the Archbishop of Cologne cast his vote for the Duke of Pulphaz.

The Archbishop of Cologne approached Ivita and nodded apologetically, "My apologies, Lord Ivita. But after much consideration, I believe that the Duke of Pulphaz is more suited to be the Emperor of the Empire."

"I will return your money to you later."

The Duke of Pulphaz immediately mocked Ivita, "Of course, you should return it to Lord Ivita. After all, he is just an ordinary lord. It would be quite embarrassing for us to take your money."

"Didn’t expect it, did you? You can bribe the archbishops, but can’t I? Moreover, the Archbishop of Cologne has long been our ally."

"The three major kingdom Electors will definitely not choose you. With that, I will have five votes, and you will only have two."

"The gap in numbers is too large; the auxiliary votes are effectively nullified."

Ivita looked at him, somewhat at a loss for words.

The Duchy of Pulphaz and the Archbishopric of Cologne, both situated on the western side of the Empire, were the regions currently suffering the most severe invasions from the Frankish people.