As the priests who had been lined up behind me followed the high priest and stretched their hands toward the sky, the mouths of the onlookers slowly opened.
“I guess it’s an oracle!”
“Oh my God, I’m seeing the scene of receiving an oracle right before my eyes!”
Amid the commotion of the people, Blie's eyelids fluttered.
Teln, who saw that sight, swallowed his breath quickly and shouted.
“Adrienne Trovica, a true Saintess blessed by God, will return from Abadelia with God’s will!”
Everyone was holding their breath at the sight of the high priest Teln, who had turned his voice upside down.
I saw it clearly.
Suddenly, a pale face opened its eyes.
The sage green eyes of Blie Piretta, sparkle the same color as mine.
And I wasn't the only one who saw Blie's eyes.
“The moment when the dead come back to life!”
“Yes!”
Doris, sensing something was wrong, let out a scream that seemed to tear the space apart.
But leaving Doris behind, High Priest Teln, who was already fascinated by the miracle, shouted even louder.
“The truth hidden deep within the palace is emerging! New, new in Ronta!!”
It was a thunderous voice as if blood was about to burst from his throat.
“A new sun! The next sun! Shines brightly on Ronta!!”
Huhuhuhu. Huhu, ugh!
As he witnessed the miracle before his eyes, blood eventually burst out from Teln's mouth along with heavy breathing.
The square that was once bustling with noise became as quiet as a mouse.
Not only did the blood drain from the face of the Emperor sitting on the highest throne.
Finally, Rhodnes, who had found me standing next to the High Priest, jumped up.
An even more amazing miracle followed.
Bam!
The lid of the glass tube that had been tilted up was open.
"Oh my God!"
A pale blonde woman began to stagger out.
People below the stage gaped their mouths open so wide that their jaws dropped.
The eyes of those who witnessed the miracle with their own eyes grew wide as if they were going to burst.
The high priest Teln, who had been holding his breath, finally cried out, spitting out blood, before collapsing.
“The next sun! Shines brightly on Ronta!!”
Pointing to Rhodnes, who was standing up straight.
The once sacred and pious venue quickly became a scene of chaos.
“It’s an oracle! An oracle!!”
“The Saintess is not the Crown Princess...”
“Is she the dead Grand Duchess?”
“Her Highness the Grand Duchess is a Saintess!”
“This is the Saintess who returned from Abadelia with the blessings of God!!”
The deafening cheers began. The cries of those who witnessed the miracle were close to screams.
I felt my ears ringing and held the priest in his arms as he barely came to his senses, supporting the high priest.
“Adrienne... Piretta...? That’s ridiculous...!!”
Doris looked at Blie, who was barely able to stand upright, holding on to the glass tube, and started to shake like crazy.
“No. No. This is impossible. This is a dream.”
Ignoring Doris, who was muttering like a madman, I quietly stared at Blie.
Messy but clean blonde hair.
A neat dress with hanging flowers.
For a brief moment, countless confusions passed through her pale, beautiful face.
Blie, who had been shaking her head for a while with her hand on her head, felt my gaze and looked at me.
As soon as she saw me, she frowned, then shook her head in disbelief.
I waited quietly for Blie, leaving behind the deafening screams.
The green gaze of Blie, who has the same color as me, is on me.
And the foolish Doris and the Emperor sitting on the high throne, and she looked carefully at the tens of thousands of spectators gathered under the dais.
Wherever Blie's gaze passed, cheers and sighs erupted.
Blie's gaze, which had been slowly scattering, lingered in one place for a moment before falling.
It was a place where the Piretta people gathered.
And the last place her gaze lingered was where Rossi was looking at her with burning eyes.
The focus of the eyes that had been dull and loose began to slowly return and sparkle.
When she found the book in Rossi's hand, her eyes widened in a very wicked way.
Her mouth twisted into a wicked grin as if she had finally figured out the situation.
Her pale white hands clenched into fists and she closed her eyes as if she felt the blood flowing through her body.
People who were watching this sight, unable to breathe, opened their mouths in shock.
As Blie opened her hand and whispered something, the book fell out of Rossi's hand in an instant.
People's eyes lit up as they wondered what the first words would be from the mouth of Blie, the Saintess who had died and returned to life as the Grand Duchess of Trovica.
And then, in an instant, they were excited by an old book that appeared through the cold air.
“It’s a holy relic! A holy relic!”
“It is a revelation from God!”
And the Emperor's eyes grew bigger as he looked at the record.
Blie threw the book onto the fire that was lit in several large jars, calling it a sacred fire.
Far from burning, the book floated into the air with a low whisper from Blie, and opened with a clatter of its own accord, just as when Rossi showed us Bardenaldo's past.
And then, miraculously, letters were carved into the air.
I was convinced that it was something Blie had done with her magic.
“The first Emperor Kirpis is a traitor!!”
The High Priest Teln ran up to her and shouted loudly.
He was almost out of his mind at the numerous miracles that were unfolding before his eyes.
“The symbol of the Ronta Imperial House is not the blue eye of the traitor Kirpis. It is the red eye of Caldeion...!”
Teln's eyes gradually came to his senses as he realized what he had been saying.
But he couldn't stop his mouth, which had already picked up speed.
“The red eyes of Caldeion are the true... true symbol of the Ronta Imperial Family!”
As he watched the scene, Rossi's face suddenly distorted with an inexplicable emotion.
Blie, who had done something wrong, gave me the same look he had given to Rossi with languid eyes.
As I looked at her with a nervous face, she showed me that wicked smile she had just shown me.
The Emperor, who had been pale and exhausted, finally got up from his seat.
But people's attention was focused on the old book that did not burn, and on the High Priest who, without a moment's hesitation, recited the words that emerged from it, rather than on the Emperor's reaction.
The awakened Grand Duchess pointed to the book still floating in the air as if responding to those words.
“These records have been hidden by the imperial family for a long time. They are records that cannot be burned or torn by any harm. We call such things sacred relics.”
A smile appeared on the woman's lips as someone started calling out to God.
“The power of magic given by the Lord to benefit humans was hidden by the blue-eyed royal family due to their greed for power, weakening the nation’s strength. Does Your Majesty acknowledge this record?”
People's gaze turned to the Emperor, who was on the verge of fainting.
But the Emperor's gaze was fixed on the Grand Duchess's revived body.
He headed towards the glass room that had been waiting with a white cloth covering it until just a moment ago.
Another glass case was revealed by someone removing the cloth.
The Emperor could not take his eyes off the glass chamber that was not erected and could only be seen from the upper seats.
Despite all the commotion in front, the Emperor's gaze did not leave the spot, and his face gradually fell.
“...Letina.”
Empress Letina.
Emperor Julius' first love and the only woman he wanted to keep by his side, even if it was just like her.
No matter what kind of repercussions the red eyes of Rhodnes might have in the future, he wanted to pass the throne to him as he was her only remaining son.
A woman who truly loves that much.
The woman was placed in a glass case, seemingly asleep.
Like...
'Just like Baroness Kuroseda.'
His stiff gaze turned to Rhodnes, who had fallen to his seat and was just as stiff as he was.
“...Roan.”
"You're right."
The Emperor staggered.
Empress Grace supported him, screaming softly.
“That’s right, father. It’s Bardenaldo’s doing.”
The Emperor roughly scratched his forehead, feeling as if his throat was being strangled.
Rhodnes' gaze, like the Emperor's, was fixed straight ahead.
“Bardenaldo saw that record. After hearing his mother’s will, he couldn’t let go of his dead mother, so he went through the secret library of the imperial family and saw that record. That’s why he hated me all his life. Just like my father did when he saw his other brother with red eyes who died.”
“Ro... An...!”
“And the real will of the mother that Bardenaldo hid...”
People began to become agitated at the sight of the Emperor's pale face.
Although no one was strangling him, the Emperor, who seemed to be conversing with the Second Prince, suddenly turned red in the face as if he were being strangled by several people.
Just before the doctors waiting below could come up, the Emperor staggered back to his feet and stopped somewhere behind the Grand Duchess's glass coffin, frozen in place for a long time.
In front of Empress Letina's glass chamber, invisible to the eyes of the people below.
The Emperor, whose veins on his neck were bulging and disappearing repeatedly, looked up at the Grand Duchess, the High Priest, and the sky, who had come back to life.
It was the first time they had seen him so remorseful, so everyone held their breath.
Even Doris, who was breathing heavily, could not disturb the emperor's silence.
“Record....”
And the Emperor's voice, amplified by an unknown force, began to spread far and wide.
“I acknowledge the record...”
And with those words, the Emperor collapsed onto the glass coffin of Empress Letina and wept softly.
The physicians and knights were so surprised that they helped the Emperor up and carried him back to the throne to examine his body.
“The red eyes are the symbol of the most powerful magic, the flame that protects people, and the symbol of the powerful power that can burn all demons, the light that saves people with its bright light.”
The chaos at the venue gradually subsided as the Grand Duchess's voice came back to life.
But now the people who had turned pale were the nobles below the podium.
The Emperor acknowledged the record that overturned Ronta's foundation.
“The moment the dead, the dead come back to life. The truth hidden deep within the palace rises and the next sun shines brightly on Ronta...!”
They were so amazed by the successive miracles.
A high priest with a sagging body and eyes filled with the light of all kinds of wonders, who only moves his mouth as if he can speak only of the oracle in question.
Grand Duchess Trovika, babbles that she died and came back with God's will.
What about Doris then?
The nobles of the Crown Prince's faction felt that Doris was looking at them with a fearsome face.
Among them, the nobles of the West froze, unable to avoid or accept Doris' gaze.
“How can the high-ranking officials of this country remain silent after hearing such nonsense!”
Doris began her final struggle.
Doris' face, which had come close to the edge of the stage, now looked like that of a demon.
“What on earth are you doing instead of protecting me? When my father finds out...”
The voice that had been pouring out like a machine gun suddenly stopped in the middle.
Only then did Doris realize.
Already overwhelmed by the newly appeared Saintess.
The faces of the western nobles, frozen in place by the nonsense of truth, have long since lost the aura of loyalty they once had toward their father, the Duke of Castagna.
'Ah!'
Only then did Doris realize.
The backbone of the fucking western nobility was her own lying father.
And the father was none other than her who laid him down.
“Come on. Come on, support me. Say you’ll only believe what I say. You useless... useless..."
Doris began to quickly shake her head as if denying reality at the cold gaze she had never seen before.
“I guess it’s an oracle!”
“Oh my God, I’m seeing the scene of receiving an oracle right before my eyes!”
Amid the commotion of the people, Blie's eyelids fluttered.
Teln, who saw that sight, swallowed his breath quickly and shouted.
“Adrienne Trovica, a true Saintess blessed by God, will return from Abadelia with God’s will!”
Everyone was holding their breath at the sight of the high priest Teln, who had turned his voice upside down.
I saw it clearly.
Suddenly, a pale face opened its eyes.
The sage green eyes of Blie Piretta, sparkle the same color as mine.
And I wasn't the only one who saw Blie's eyes.
“The moment when the dead come back to life!”
“Yes!”
Doris, sensing something was wrong, let out a scream that seemed to tear the space apart.
But leaving Doris behind, High Priest Teln, who was already fascinated by the miracle, shouted even louder.
“The truth hidden deep within the palace is emerging! New, new in Ronta!!”
It was a thunderous voice as if blood was about to burst from his throat.
“A new sun! The next sun! Shines brightly on Ronta!!”
Huhuhuhu. Huhu, ugh!
As he witnessed the miracle before his eyes, blood eventually burst out from Teln's mouth along with heavy breathing.
The square that was once bustling with noise became as quiet as a mouse.
Not only did the blood drain from the face of the Emperor sitting on the highest throne.
Finally, Rhodnes, who had found me standing next to the High Priest, jumped up.
An even more amazing miracle followed.
Bam!
The lid of the glass tube that had been tilted up was open.
"Oh my God!"
A pale blonde woman began to stagger out.
People below the stage gaped their mouths open so wide that their jaws dropped.
The eyes of those who witnessed the miracle with their own eyes grew wide as if they were going to burst.
The high priest Teln, who had been holding his breath, finally cried out, spitting out blood, before collapsing.
“The next sun! Shines brightly on Ronta!!”
Pointing to Rhodnes, who was standing up straight.
***
The once sacred and pious venue quickly became a scene of chaos.
“It’s an oracle! An oracle!!”
“The Saintess is not the Crown Princess...”
“Is she the dead Grand Duchess?”
“Her Highness the Grand Duchess is a Saintess!”
“This is the Saintess who returned from Abadelia with the blessings of God!!”
The deafening cheers began. The cries of those who witnessed the miracle were close to screams.
I felt my ears ringing and held the priest in his arms as he barely came to his senses, supporting the high priest.
“Adrienne... Piretta...? That’s ridiculous...!!”
Doris looked at Blie, who was barely able to stand upright, holding on to the glass tube, and started to shake like crazy.
“No. No. This is impossible. This is a dream.”
Ignoring Doris, who was muttering like a madman, I quietly stared at Blie.
Messy but clean blonde hair.
A neat dress with hanging flowers.
For a brief moment, countless confusions passed through her pale, beautiful face.
Blie, who had been shaking her head for a while with her hand on her head, felt my gaze and looked at me.
As soon as she saw me, she frowned, then shook her head in disbelief.
I waited quietly for Blie, leaving behind the deafening screams.
The green gaze of Blie, who has the same color as me, is on me.
And the foolish Doris and the Emperor sitting on the high throne, and she looked carefully at the tens of thousands of spectators gathered under the dais.
Wherever Blie's gaze passed, cheers and sighs erupted.
Blie's gaze, which had been slowly scattering, lingered in one place for a moment before falling.
It was a place where the Piretta people gathered.
And the last place her gaze lingered was where Rossi was looking at her with burning eyes.
The focus of the eyes that had been dull and loose began to slowly return and sparkle.
When she found the book in Rossi's hand, her eyes widened in a very wicked way.
Her mouth twisted into a wicked grin as if she had finally figured out the situation.
Her pale white hands clenched into fists and she closed her eyes as if she felt the blood flowing through her body.
People who were watching this sight, unable to breathe, opened their mouths in shock.
As Blie opened her hand and whispered something, the book fell out of Rossi's hand in an instant.
People's eyes lit up as they wondered what the first words would be from the mouth of Blie, the Saintess who had died and returned to life as the Grand Duchess of Trovica.
And then, in an instant, they were excited by an old book that appeared through the cold air.
“It’s a holy relic! A holy relic!”
“It is a revelation from God!”
And the Emperor's eyes grew bigger as he looked at the record.
Blie threw the book onto the fire that was lit in several large jars, calling it a sacred fire.
Far from burning, the book floated into the air with a low whisper from Blie, and opened with a clatter of its own accord, just as when Rossi showed us Bardenaldo's past.
And then, miraculously, letters were carved into the air.
I was convinced that it was something Blie had done with her magic.
“The first Emperor Kirpis is a traitor!!”
The High Priest Teln ran up to her and shouted loudly.
He was almost out of his mind at the numerous miracles that were unfolding before his eyes.
“The symbol of the Ronta Imperial House is not the blue eye of the traitor Kirpis. It is the red eye of Caldeion...!”
Teln's eyes gradually came to his senses as he realized what he had been saying.
But he couldn't stop his mouth, which had already picked up speed.
“The red eyes of Caldeion are the true... true symbol of the Ronta Imperial Family!”
As he watched the scene, Rossi's face suddenly distorted with an inexplicable emotion.
Blie, who had done something wrong, gave me the same look he had given to Rossi with languid eyes.
As I looked at her with a nervous face, she showed me that wicked smile she had just shown me.
***
The Emperor, who had been pale and exhausted, finally got up from his seat.
But people's attention was focused on the old book that did not burn, and on the High Priest who, without a moment's hesitation, recited the words that emerged from it, rather than on the Emperor's reaction.
The awakened Grand Duchess pointed to the book still floating in the air as if responding to those words.
“These records have been hidden by the imperial family for a long time. They are records that cannot be burned or torn by any harm. We call such things sacred relics.”
A smile appeared on the woman's lips as someone started calling out to God.
“The power of magic given by the Lord to benefit humans was hidden by the blue-eyed royal family due to their greed for power, weakening the nation’s strength. Does Your Majesty acknowledge this record?”
People's gaze turned to the Emperor, who was on the verge of fainting.
But the Emperor's gaze was fixed on the Grand Duchess's revived body.
He headed towards the glass room that had been waiting with a white cloth covering it until just a moment ago.
Another glass case was revealed by someone removing the cloth.
The Emperor could not take his eyes off the glass chamber that was not erected and could only be seen from the upper seats.
Despite all the commotion in front, the Emperor's gaze did not leave the spot, and his face gradually fell.
“...Letina.”
Empress Letina.
Emperor Julius' first love and the only woman he wanted to keep by his side, even if it was just like her.
No matter what kind of repercussions the red eyes of Rhodnes might have in the future, he wanted to pass the throne to him as he was her only remaining son.
A woman who truly loves that much.
The woman was placed in a glass case, seemingly asleep.
Like...
'Just like Baroness Kuroseda.'
His stiff gaze turned to Rhodnes, who had fallen to his seat and was just as stiff as he was.
“...Roan.”
"You're right."
The Emperor staggered.
Empress Grace supported him, screaming softly.
“That’s right, father. It’s Bardenaldo’s doing.”
The Emperor roughly scratched his forehead, feeling as if his throat was being strangled.
Rhodnes' gaze, like the Emperor's, was fixed straight ahead.
“Bardenaldo saw that record. After hearing his mother’s will, he couldn’t let go of his dead mother, so he went through the secret library of the imperial family and saw that record. That’s why he hated me all his life. Just like my father did when he saw his other brother with red eyes who died.”
“Ro... An...!”
“And the real will of the mother that Bardenaldo hid...”
People began to become agitated at the sight of the Emperor's pale face.
Although no one was strangling him, the Emperor, who seemed to be conversing with the Second Prince, suddenly turned red in the face as if he were being strangled by several people.
Just before the doctors waiting below could come up, the Emperor staggered back to his feet and stopped somewhere behind the Grand Duchess's glass coffin, frozen in place for a long time.
In front of Empress Letina's glass chamber, invisible to the eyes of the people below.
The Emperor, whose veins on his neck were bulging and disappearing repeatedly, looked up at the Grand Duchess, the High Priest, and the sky, who had come back to life.
It was the first time they had seen him so remorseful, so everyone held their breath.
Even Doris, who was breathing heavily, could not disturb the emperor's silence.
“Record....”
And the Emperor's voice, amplified by an unknown force, began to spread far and wide.
“I acknowledge the record...”
And with those words, the Emperor collapsed onto the glass coffin of Empress Letina and wept softly.
The physicians and knights were so surprised that they helped the Emperor up and carried him back to the throne to examine his body.
***
“The red eyes are the symbol of the most powerful magic, the flame that protects people, and the symbol of the powerful power that can burn all demons, the light that saves people with its bright light.”
The chaos at the venue gradually subsided as the Grand Duchess's voice came back to life.
But now the people who had turned pale were the nobles below the podium.
The Emperor acknowledged the record that overturned Ronta's foundation.
“The moment the dead, the dead come back to life. The truth hidden deep within the palace rises and the next sun shines brightly on Ronta...!”
They were so amazed by the successive miracles.
A high priest with a sagging body and eyes filled with the light of all kinds of wonders, who only moves his mouth as if he can speak only of the oracle in question.
Grand Duchess Trovika, babbles that she died and came back with God's will.
What about Doris then?
The nobles of the Crown Prince's faction felt that Doris was looking at them with a fearsome face.
Among them, the nobles of the West froze, unable to avoid or accept Doris' gaze.
“How can the high-ranking officials of this country remain silent after hearing such nonsense!”
Doris began her final struggle.
Doris' face, which had come close to the edge of the stage, now looked like that of a demon.
“What on earth are you doing instead of protecting me? When my father finds out...”
The voice that had been pouring out like a machine gun suddenly stopped in the middle.
Only then did Doris realize.
Already overwhelmed by the newly appeared Saintess.
The faces of the western nobles, frozen in place by the nonsense of truth, have long since lost the aura of loyalty they once had toward their father, the Duke of Castagna.
'Ah!'
Only then did Doris realize.
The backbone of the fucking western nobility was her own lying father.
And the father was none other than her who laid him down.
“Come on. Come on, support me. Say you’ll only believe what I say. You useless... useless..."
Doris began to quickly shake her head as if denying reality at the cold gaze she had never seen before.
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