RLAAQ Chapter 24 < Everyone Surrenders >
Refusing Love As A Queen
The scriptures held high by the Old God sect fell to the ground in the heavy rain.
The strong wind and rain took away the heat of midsummer and also took away their anger and courage.
With pale faces, they stood dumbly, trembling amidst the rolling thunder. The heavy rain washed over the church roof and made a "gushing" sound. The rain washed away them heavily at the same time - their stubbornness, their arrogance, their power.
Plop.
An Old Theist who had just tried to rush to the high platform landed heavily on his knees and hit the hard rock.
He leaned down deeply and pressed his forehead tightly to the ground as if he could feel the power of the Queen through the earth.
The second, third, fourth... just one after another at first, and the crowd behind them fell to their knees one by one.
Kelly threw away the poison hidden in her sleeve and knelt down with tears in her eyes; Dalton pursed his lips and knelt down without saying a word; Heinrich put down the sword in his hand and knelt down with a complicated expression.
In the end, Archbishop Rodri was the only one left standing numbly in the church.
He stood on the lowest step of the high platform.
The rain was heavier than ever, even pouring through the double-arched windows high up on either side of the church. The scorching heat of midsummer had disappeared in the strong wind, and the rain fell on him with a biting chill. He was unaware that the creed he had always adhered to was being impacted, crumbling amidst the thunder.
What is right? What does it mean to be pious?
The St. Lorraine monks who consider themselves loyal servants of God will invade the lake; the mentor he respects is paranoid about the Queen's gender, regardless of the disputes at hand; the Queen who has been denounced as a heretic cares about the life and death of the entire country. She said words that even pagans would not say, disrespecting the Gods, but the Gods sent heavy rain for her.
"No, you are wrong, I am the chosen one."
Amid the thunder, the Queen's words rumbled in his ears.
"Then... prove it to me."
So, she proved it.
Overwhelming, his world is collapsing, lightning is tearing apart the sky, and tearing apart the knowledge he firmly adheres to.
"The daughter of two Kings, the King of Roland."
He murmured an almost impossible scene - Thunder, rainstorm, crown, Queen, church.
But the name on the signature was correct. He was still the envoy who stayed in the Roland Empire. However, he had always been rigid, silent, and meticulous, so he disliked Queen Roland the most and regarded her as a disaster.
It would be better for him to praise Queen Roland than to go to hell and dance face-to-face with the devil.
Prince Arthur closed his eyes and imagined the miracle mentioned in the letter amid the sound of rain.
The light of lightning illuminates the huge rose window, and the saints on the stained glass are washed away by the rain. In the cold world, the silver-haired queen wearing a linen dress and a crown spread her arms... What a shocking scene to the world, what a shocking scene. A scene as magnificent as a miracle. How many people should kneel before their Queen on that day?
"The daughter of two Kings, the King of Roland."
Prince Arthur read it softly, with an abnormal blush on his pale cheeks, as if he had also witnessed her divine light in the church.
The secretary on the side looked completely defeated.
Well, this time, His Highness the Prince's tone turned into genuine fascination and fanaticism.
"It's all his fault."
When the clerk said bitterly, Prince Arthur suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing his expression and eyes, the clerk broke out in cold sweat - the color of his eyes changed. It was extremely dark, with a hint of madness and violence in the blue, and the bright red on his cheeks became particularly sickly.
He went crazy again.
Without saying a word, the clerk was about to run away.
The Root royal family has kept this secret well hidden from the outside world, but people who serve the royal family know that Prince Arthur inherited the intermittent neurological disease from his maternal grandfather. In his excitement, His Royal Highness the Prince could do anything. Because of this, the Queen Mother had always disliked her son and regarded him as a shame.
Prince Arthur grabbed him by the throat.
"It's all his fault,"
Prince Arthur murmured.
"Are you right?"
The clerk looked at him in fear, feeling that the strength in His Royal Highness's hand was getting stronger and harder, and his breathing was getting more and more difficult:
"Yes, yes, yes, it's all his fault...blame him. .."
Prince Arthur said, who knows? Who is "him"?
"If he and that woman hadn't asked me to return to the Root Empire, I would have been able to witness it with my own eyes..."
Prince Arthur muttered to himself.
This time the vague clerkly guessed who "he" and "that woman" were referring to - His Majesty Orsis and the Queen Mother.
"Just let me kill him."
Prince Arthur seemed to suddenly think of some brilliant idea, and his eyes suddenly lit up, like an innocent child thinking of something that made him happy - revealing A childlike cruelty. The clerk rolled his eyes and let himself fall into darkness. Prince Arthur threw him away, and he paced the room.
"That must be the most beautiful scene, and I missed it!"
He pulled out a thin sword and stabbed it into a hanging painting.
"I actually missed it!"
He shouted angrily, his voice being drowned by the waves.
***
Just as Prince Arthur received the letter quickly, everything that happened in St. Mary's Cathedral spread quickly. Countless carrier pigeons were released at the same time that day, heading in all directions. Countless people are surprised, countless people can't believe it, and countless people are trembling.
Brothers Balder and John were imprisoned in Wyhall Prison that same day.
Compared with the harm caused by the poison of the Heinrich family to old Father Balder, it seemed that the rain falling from the sky had a greater impact on him. When he was taken into Wyhall Prison, he kept saying something silently. Judging from his squirming mouth, it seemed that he was repeating the words "trial" and "impossible" repeatedly. Brother John subsequently lost his former high status in people's hearts.
The nobles who had participated in the rebellion were strangely silent.
For Roland, August 28 seemed to be a dividing line, the dividing line between the past and the present. For a long, long time, no one dared to question Adele Roland's crown. Now, people are saying "God Save the Queen" with all their heart.
It rained for several days.
But except for the first day, when the rain was as heavy as the anger of the Gods, the rain gradually calmed down in the following days. People watched with joy as the dry riverbed was refilled with water, and the vegetation gradually came to life, just as the saying goes - God saves the Queen, and the Queen protects her people.
On the seventh day of rain, Archbishop Rodri broke into the Queen's palace.
In the corridor, he met Heinrich face to face. The moment they passed each other, Heinrich caught a glimpse of a familiar-looking gem on Archbishop Rodri's cuff... He had seen it somewhere before. it? Candlelight, red dress, starlight on the Queen's dress as she spins.
As soon as the thought passed by, Heinrich had already stopped Archbishop Rodri.
"The Queen is unwell. Mr. Bishop, please come back tomorrow."
He also came to see the Queen, but unfortunately, the Queen dismissed him as "unwell". She declined his meeting.
Heinrich didn't know whether she was really "unwell", but this did not prevent him from being filled with anger and stopping Archbishop Rodri.
First the position next to the throne, then the golden rose, and now the jeweled cuffs on the bishop.
How many people has she given gifts to?
He seemed to be watching helplessly as everything that belonged to him was being taken away bit by bit.
"Get out of the way."
Archbishop Rodri's tone was cold.
Heinrich vaguely noticed that his state today was a little abnormal, but the anger of being rejected by the Queen just now and the depression that didn't know where it came from made him motionless.
With a flash of cold light, Archbishop Rodri actually pulled out a hidden sword.
If Heinrich hadn't reacted in time and taken a step back, the sword might have stabbed him.
"Good skills,"
Heinrich's face instantly darkened.
"Mr. Bishop, or should we call him a temple knight."
As he spoke, his right hand had already drawn out the sword hidden under his cloak.
Several rays of cold light passed through the corridor. One was in an abnormal state, and the other was full of anger. Two people who would never do this in normal times actually exchanged hands in the corridor regardless. Snap, snap. Applause rang from the other end of the corridor, interrupting this inappropriate contest.
"I'm very happy that both gentlemen are very skilled, but if we want to duel, we'd better change the location."
Adele was wearing a dark blue and almost black cloak, standing not far away and watching them, unable to tell at all. Signs of physical discomfort.
"You seem to be in excellent condition."
Heinrich blurted out the words without thinking, with a bit of resentment.
Adele raised her eyebrows and glanced at the Archbishop's sleeves, vaguely guessing why he was unusually unusual today. But there was another thing that was even more abnormal - Archbishop Rodri stood outside the corridor with his hidden blade in his hand. The rain came in diagonally and fell on his pale face. His whole body was already soaked as if he had come in the rain.
"Okay, Mr. Bishop may have something to say."
Adele nodded slightly towards Heinrich.
"If you are here for the port agreement, let's talk about it tomorrow."
The corners of Heinrich's twisted mouth, as if he wanted to what to say, it seems like he is restraining himself. Finally, he snorted coldly, sheathed his sword, turned around, and strode away.
"What do you want from me?"
The Queen walked towards the Archbishop in a cloak.
"Tell me "
Archbishop Rodri's face was pale. He stood in the rain that hit the cloister, and he looked like a living person. His steel-blue eyes, which had always been firm and sharp, seemed to have many cracks from broken glass plates.
With the enthusiasm and desperation of a dying man grasping at the last straw, he asked hurriedly:
"Please tell me, what is right? What is true faith?"
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