Ephero, who had been watching, added:
“I have already informed Her Majesty the Empress of the seriousness of the situation.”
"Your Highness!"
“I wonder if you remember, Your Eminence, how much donations my mother poured into the Great Hall and how much prayers she offered for the six Princes who had left for Abadelia first.”
You will have no choice but to remember it.
The place that supports the shrine externally is the inner palace managed by the Empress.
Even though Empress Grace is a powerless Empress, she provides support to the temple at a level that no other Empress has ever achieved.
Since even the personal dignity maintenance paid to the Empress was all donated to the temple, the relationship between the Great Temple and Empress Grace could not be anything but good.
Ephero took a letter out of his bosom and waved it around.
“My mother trusted only your sincerity and gave you her full support. If you do not properly explain and correct this situation, I plan to take back all the money she personally donated, even if it is not the budget of the palace, through a trial.”
In the meantime, Ephero's face, who had confessed everything to the Empress, turned sour.
The High Priest clenched his hands and blinked quickly as if he thought he had nowhere else to retreat, seeing not only Canula but also Empress Grace step forward.
It was a face that went through tremendous agony in a short moment.
“Ah, I have never had an audience...”
“I see.”
As I confirmed it as if I had been waiting for it, the sound of Ephero swearing to himself rang in my ears.
The jewel staff of Canula flinched as if it was about to be swung.
“Listen to me, listen to me too!”
The High Priest Teln shouted, unable to bear the pressure.
“The donation was for the temple, and I could not refuse the Crown Princess’s request for an audience, even for the sake of the Marchioness and the late Crown Prince! Aren’t you the Marquis’ granddaughter-in-law in private?”
“So? So you took the money and lied? Do you think Canula Winster would tolerate that?”
“It’s not a lie! I saw with my own eyes that Her Highness received the oracle!”
“Ah, I see that what His Eminence received from Doris Castagna was not money but a trust, Marchioness.”
Ephero smiled coolly and recited to Canula.
A flash of surprise crossed Teln's face.
His trembling lips smiled as if he was about to reveal the truth.
“Yes, you made a prophecy. A prophecy that Her Highness’s father, the Duke of Castagna, would suddenly fall into danger!”
"Prophecy?"
“Don’t you know, Your Highness? Prophecy is the realm of the Gods. No one can make accurate prophecies unless they are oracles!”
“If I prophesy that the High Priest will die in the northern land right now and kill him here, will I also receive the oracle and become a Saint?”
Teln's eyes widened. At Canula's words, Ephero snickered and mocked Teln.
“That makes sense, Marchioness. Should I try it too? What if High Priest Teln dies in a carriage accident in the north before returning to the capital?”
“Stop it!”
Teln covered his ears in shock.
He quietly looked at Canula and Ephero, whose eyes were shining.
No matter how close one's personal relationship is or how many donations one has made, the position of the High priest is another power in Ronta that no one can arbitrarily invade.
However, Ephero, who had been locked in his room after talking with Canula, who had returned after confirming the body of Empress Letina at dawn today, and Vincenzo about the six Princes, had already lost half of his reason.
The determination to strongly express one's will has already been firmly established.
He too had no choice but to calm his mind.
Didn't you promise to make Rhodnes the Emperor himself?
Even though all he wanted was his safety, Ephero hated staying still more than dying.
“Isn’t Her Highness the Crown Princess a devout person who worships together with the Crown Prince at the Great Hall every week? I judged that there was no reason for her to harbor the desire to become a priest and put her father, the most powerful person in the world, in danger! I am afraid of those of you who imagine such fearful things!”
To explain Doris's solo actions, they must also talk about her history and that of Bardenaldo.
For Canula, it is the burden of having to reveal her grandson's corruption, and for Ephero, it is the burden of having to reveal her mother's sorrow and the corruption of the royal family.
Everyone was wondering where to start and where to end the story, and whether it was okay to speak to the already dirty minister, but Teln, unable to overcome the silence, added.
“And it's not just the Duke of Castagna's condition that Her Highness foretold.”
“I have already informed Her Majesty the Empress of the seriousness of the situation.”
"Your Highness!"
“I wonder if you remember, Your Eminence, how much donations my mother poured into the Great Hall and how much prayers she offered for the six Princes who had left for Abadelia first.”
You will have no choice but to remember it.
The place that supports the shrine externally is the inner palace managed by the Empress.
Even though Empress Grace is a powerless Empress, she provides support to the temple at a level that no other Empress has ever achieved.
Since even the personal dignity maintenance paid to the Empress was all donated to the temple, the relationship between the Great Temple and Empress Grace could not be anything but good.
Ephero took a letter out of his bosom and waved it around.
“My mother trusted only your sincerity and gave you her full support. If you do not properly explain and correct this situation, I plan to take back all the money she personally donated, even if it is not the budget of the palace, through a trial.”
In the meantime, Ephero's face, who had confessed everything to the Empress, turned sour.
The High Priest clenched his hands and blinked quickly as if he thought he had nowhere else to retreat, seeing not only Canula but also Empress Grace step forward.
It was a face that went through tremendous agony in a short moment.
“Ah, I have never had an audience...”
“I see.”
As I confirmed it as if I had been waiting for it, the sound of Ephero swearing to himself rang in my ears.
The jewel staff of Canula flinched as if it was about to be swung.
“Listen to me, listen to me too!”
The High Priest Teln shouted, unable to bear the pressure.
“The donation was for the temple, and I could not refuse the Crown Princess’s request for an audience, even for the sake of the Marchioness and the late Crown Prince! Aren’t you the Marquis’ granddaughter-in-law in private?”
“So? So you took the money and lied? Do you think Canula Winster would tolerate that?”
“It’s not a lie! I saw with my own eyes that Her Highness received the oracle!”
“Ah, I see that what His Eminence received from Doris Castagna was not money but a trust, Marchioness.”
Ephero smiled coolly and recited to Canula.
A flash of surprise crossed Teln's face.
His trembling lips smiled as if he was about to reveal the truth.
“Yes, you made a prophecy. A prophecy that Her Highness’s father, the Duke of Castagna, would suddenly fall into danger!”
"Prophecy?"
“Don’t you know, Your Highness? Prophecy is the realm of the Gods. No one can make accurate prophecies unless they are oracles!”
“If I prophesy that the High Priest will die in the northern land right now and kill him here, will I also receive the oracle and become a Saint?”
Teln's eyes widened. At Canula's words, Ephero snickered and mocked Teln.
“That makes sense, Marchioness. Should I try it too? What if High Priest Teln dies in a carriage accident in the north before returning to the capital?”
“Stop it!”
Teln covered his ears in shock.
He quietly looked at Canula and Ephero, whose eyes were shining.
No matter how close one's personal relationship is or how many donations one has made, the position of the High priest is another power in Ronta that no one can arbitrarily invade.
However, Ephero, who had been locked in his room after talking with Canula, who had returned after confirming the body of Empress Letina at dawn today, and Vincenzo about the six Princes, had already lost half of his reason.
The determination to strongly express one's will has already been firmly established.
He too had no choice but to calm his mind.
Didn't you promise to make Rhodnes the Emperor himself?
Even though all he wanted was his safety, Ephero hated staying still more than dying.
“Isn’t Her Highness the Crown Princess a devout person who worships together with the Crown Prince at the Great Hall every week? I judged that there was no reason for her to harbor the desire to become a priest and put her father, the most powerful person in the world, in danger! I am afraid of those of you who imagine such fearful things!”
To explain Doris's solo actions, they must also talk about her history and that of Bardenaldo.
For Canula, it is the burden of having to reveal her grandson's corruption, and for Ephero, it is the burden of having to reveal her mother's sorrow and the corruption of the royal family.
Everyone was wondering where to start and where to end the story, and whether it was okay to speak to the already dirty minister, but Teln, unable to overcome the silence, added.
“And it's not just the Duke of Castagna's condition that Her Highness foretold.”
Teln lowered his voice.
“You even prophesied that monsters would start to appear in the north. Didn’t they always start in the west? Now the monsters are starting to appear in the north! So how could I not believe it?”
“Aha... So this time, it was not the High Priest but Doris who received the oracle that a monster would appear in the north and that we should prepare for danger in advance?”
Teln's face instantly turned red.
He closed his eyes tightly and then opened them.
“Her Highness said that if I announce it with my own mouth, people will be more prepared. I was actually surprised to see that the Duke of Castagna was in critical condition. Since the prophecy had already come true, it was a situation where it was difficult to doubt.”
“So. To maintain the title of faithful high priest, you falsely proclaimed someone else’s prophecy as your own. In return, you gave her the status of a Saintess? In the end, you gave us a false oracle that a Saintess would appear who would put an end to the rumors about the red eyes.”
“...”
“Could it be that Doris also received that trust?”
Teln couldn't bear to look at Ephero being pushed around, so he knelt down before Canula, who was trembling.
She jumped up and tried to stop him when she saw someone as high as a minister kneeling down without hesitation, but it was no use.
“Marchioness! Please keep it a secret. If I were to change the oracle, what would become of the authority of the temple? This is the first time I have seen someone who has given accurate prophecies twice! I felt that she was the incarnation of Saint Marini, who was only recorded in ancient times!”
Canula's influence on the temple seemed much greater than expected.
He was lost in thought as he watched Canula barely suppress her anger.
It was chilling to realize that Doris wanted to be by Rhodnes' side, even if it meant using the High Priest's power to borrow the power of the Gods.
The Duke of Castagna also knew about the rebels and monsters being brought into the West and condoned it, so what if his daughter Doris found out about it, even if it was too late?
If that were the case, wouldn't it be possible for them to figure out a way to spread the demons using mana stones and use them to attack the north?
Spread the evil spirits to the north and brand Lord Rhodnes as an ominous Prince.
On the contrary, it was felt that she had a strong will to become the Crown Princess by disguising herself as the only Saintess who could handle Lord Rhodnes and gaining the support of those around her.
“Your Eminence, do you want to get involved in politics?”
I asked Teln, sweeping my creepy arm up.
Teln, unlike Canula and Ephero, seemed a little wary, as if he didn't want to bend down to me.
“I only do what is right for this country. I have to let people know the will of God and guide them on the right path.”
“Because of what you have done just now, Doris Castagna may be canonized as a Saintess and become the wife of His Highness the Second Prince, and may even become the Crown Princess once again. Are you certain that she did not interfere in politics?”
“Everything moves according to God’s will. It is only natural that someone who has received an oracle becomes a Saintess.”
I grabbed Ephero's arm as he was about to jump up and shout.
Instead, I jumped up.
Teln knelt before Canula and looked straight into my eyes.
I rang the bell on the table without avoiding his gaze.
Olivia immediately poked her head out from outside the living room door.
I nodded to her to signal and walked over to Teln.
“Rather than wasting your precious energy to put Doris on the throne as a petty Princess...”
And I smiled brightly as I watched the stiffly rolling Teln.
“How about Your Eminence personally enthroning His Highness the Second Prince as the Crown Prince?”
For a moment, a strong light of desire flashed across Teln's eyes. But it was only for a moment.
“Huh. I don’t really care who becomes the Crown Prince. I just want to assist Her Highness the Crown Princess, who will become a Saintess..."
The reception room door opened again. Canula's eyes widened as she was the first to look.
I caught the High Priest's gaze before it moved away.
“What would you say if I brought a dead person back to life?”
“Are you joking around with the High Priest now, Madam?”
The High Priest answered with a displeased expression.
“If it’s to the extent of bringing a dead person back to life... wouldn’t it be easier to overcome something as trivial as a prophecy that might be a fabrication?”
Finally, Count Acacia entered the drawing room.
“Tsk,” said the high priest Teln, clicking his tongue. His gaze shifted to the door and stopped as if nailed to the door.
Noevian has a history of personally summoning the High Priest Teln to Count Acacia's funeral to act as a benevolent lord.
Teln, who personally presided over the funeral service with the coffin empty on the first day, could not have known Count Acacia.
He even gave blessings to his mansion, where portraits of the deceased Count Acacia were hung everywhere.
He stood up unsteadily, his face paler than before, and walked towards the Count as if in a trance.
“Lord, dead, dead man...!”
“And let me make a prophecy. I think I have received an oracle just now.”
Teln's bloodshot eyes as if he had been hit hard on the back of the head, reacted to me more violently than before.
“How is Madam...”
“The dead Archduchess. Adrienne Trovica will wake up soon.”
"Ma'am!"
As I began to make my prediction without thinking, Teln screamed with a face as red as if he was about to spit out blood.
***
“Adrienne Trovica, a true Saintess blessed by God, will return from Abadelia with God’s will.”
Ephero and Canula were shocked, not knowing that the dead Adrienne was already in front of them.
The staff fell from Canula's hand and rolled to the floor, and Ephero jumped up to try to stop Adrienne.
But Adrienne did not back down.
The blonde woman, wearing a snow-white indoor one-piece dress and a warm shawl, glared at the high priest Teln without blinking. She had great momentum.
“The moment the dead come back to life. The truth hidden deep within the palace rises and the next sun shines brightly on Ronta.”
Teln's eyes, having seen the miracle of Count Acacia, who had already died, coming back to life, began to sparkle as if he had already encountered a new miracle.
The corners of Adrienne's mouth curved into a line.
If Doris came out like that by using God's will, Adrienne had no choice but to confront it with God's will as well.
Teln met Adrienne's confident, frosty eyes and was momentarily overwhelmed, forgetting that he had even opened his mouth.
Adrienne's chin rose skyward as she faced Teln.
“This is God’s will.”
At the same time, a cold gaze pressed down on him mercilessly.
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