I followed the maid who urged me, saying, "His Majesty is looking for you, so you should go quickly," and headed toward the audience room, mumbling.
The Crown Prince also followed me with a stern expression.
Soon, as I opened the door to the audience room and entered, the Emperor, who had been sitting next to the Pope and anxiously waiting for me, suddenly sat up.
“Saintess, what is this! Why has another disaster occurred where the Saintess’s power has touched?”
Well, that's the extent of Delton's abilities.
But I couldn't answer like that, so I just lowered my head.
“I apologize, Your Majesty. It is my fault for not being able to do so.”
“I didn’t come all the way to the temple this early in the morning to hear an apology! I'm asking why the disaster happened again despite the Saintess’s touch!”
When the Emperor shouted in frustration, the pope sighed and tried to stop him.
“Fix it, Your Majesty. Do you not know that the Saintess’s body is not yet in perfect condition? Nevertheless, she has devoted her whole body to the empire. It is not her fault.”
“I am asking the Saintess not about the sin, Your Holiness, but the cause. Why is the influence of the Holy Power not permanent? If we know the reason, we will be able to find a solution.”
“Your Majesty, I know the cause. It must be a problem caused by the use of unstable power that has not yet fully settled into the body.”
This time too, the Pope stepped in on my behalf. But the Emperor still could not calm down.
“Ha, so you’re saying we should continue this endless nonsense until that power is established? If we try hard to stop it, it will happen again, and if we try hard to stop it, it will happen again, and if the public sentiment turns against that unstable appearance, what are we going to do?”
The Emperor, who had been fussing for a while, perhaps worried about the resentment of the people of the empire, soon let out a deep sigh and sat down on his chair.
Still, he couldn't hide his dissatisfaction, so he frowned and muttered as if he was talking to himself.
“What good is the existence of a Saintess if she can only stop it for two or three weeks?”
That incompetent Emperor who only knows how to blame others?
It made me angry to see him complaining without a conscience while he was stuck in the palace and just playing around like a puppet while I was running around the country like crazy for a whole month without any rest.
I was twitching the corners of my mouth, wanting to say something, but then I stopped for a moment.
'Wait a minute, doesn't this situation feel familiar?'
The Emperor was furious, saying that if my abilities were only this much, then there was no point in me being a Saintess.
And I bow my head like a sinner and make excuses like, 'I am ashamed, Your Majesty. The goddess also regrets my lack of ability and says she will call me back when the time comes.' I throw away my title as a Saintess and leave.
This was the ending I had decided when I impulsively planned this reckless plan in the past.
A safe ending where I can impersonate a Saintess with a body that has no hoky powers and escape without any punishment.
I felt it instinctively.
'This is an opportunity!'
This is my last chance to escape from the Crown Prince.
I barely managed to suppress the corners of my mouth from tearing at the unexpected opportunity to get some relief, and soon I opened my mouth with a dispirited expression.
“I have nothing to say to you, Your Majesty. I have caused you both great concern by failing to properly handle the dangers facing the Empire due to my shortcomings.”
The Emperor sighed, unable to be angry any longer at the polite apology.
“So when will that power settle down? Since it’s your body, you should know better than anyone else. Don’t you feel anything?”
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”
“Is there anything this frustrating?”
As I slumped my shoulders and repeated meaningless apologies, the Emperor slammed the armrest down, apparently bursting with anger.
The Pope didn't say anything, but he seemed equally upset as he picked up his teacup with a dark expression.
I was quietly watching them, then cautiously opened my mouth again.
“But Your Majesty, Your Highness, I, Shayne Veloce, received a revelation from the Goddess last night.”
“Wh, what! What’s going on?”
“Are you saying that the goddess Hethel spoke directly to the Saintess?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you telling me that now!”
The Emperor, very excited by my words, asked with an urgent face.
“Yes, what did the goddess say? Did she tell you when your divine powers will be fully restored? Or did you foresee the end of this damned disaster?”
“No, she didn’t say anything like that. The goddess just said...”
“Yes, the goddess just, what!”
The Emperor asked, leaning forward as if he was about to jump out as if he was curious about what would happen next.
I was a bit hesitant because I thought his bald head was funny, and after a while, I finally continued speaking with a deadpan expression.
“The goddess rebuked me.”
"What?"
“What does that mean? Why did the goddess scold the Saintess?”
The Emperor and the Pope asked me in surprise, and I answered with a face as if I didn't know what to do with myself.
“The Goddess said, ‘The Goddess takes pity on me, who has devoted my life to the Empire and has given me the important task of protecting the Empire in her stead. But..."
It was just then that I was about to make the excuses I had prepared in advance.
“She said that she absolutely could not tolerate the fact that someone called the Emperor could guess the will of the Goddess and send innocent people to their deaths. That is why the Saintess’s powers are not being fully manifested.”
“Yes, that’s it... Huh?”
I unconsciously nodded, but I was startled by the perfect tsk sound, looked back, and took a deep breath.
A pair of terrifyingly dark purple eyes stared at me as if they were going to devour me.
'Hey, I got caught.'
I knew right away that the Crown Prince had figured out my intentions and was taking the initiative.
'I haven't even gotten to the main point yet, how on earth do you know...'
I was so moved by his incredible precognitive powers that I wondered if he could read minds.
Meanwhile, the Emperor, who was suddenly struck by lightning, shouted with a dumbfounded expression.
“What, what are you saying? All of this is my fault?”
“Yes. The Goddess is very angry at the Emperor’s evil deeds. She has said that she will not fully develop the Saintess’s powers until the Emperor pays the price for the countless lives he has sent to their death.”
The Crown Prince spoke with a blank expression.
'Huh, when you were always going on and on about how you could lie to me like that...'
As he watched me recite lies as naturally as I could, his mouth wide open, the Emperor protested as if he was having a fit.
“Wow, that’s nonsense! It was a decision I made with sincerity to appease the goddess’s troubled heart, so how could it have incurred her wrath...!”
“Your Majesty, has the goddess ever commanded human sacrifices under the pretext of a tomb being destroyed?”
The Crown Prince cut off the Emperor's words without a moment's hesitation and looked at the Pope and asked.
“... She has never received such a revelation.”
The Pope's voice was stiff and hoarse as he answered, putting down his teacup.
That is understandable, as the system of abolition was one that the Emperor unilaterally created without the Pope's permission.
Despite the Pope's warning that it was a grave sin to send innocent people to their deaths without the revelation of the Goddess, the Emperor pushed ahead with the abolition of canons to appease the public's anger.
The Pope was so furious that he avoided seeing the Emperor for several years because even lower-ranking priests had been removed without his permission.
However, since a Saintess was born in the country under the abolition of the imperial tomb system that had been so opposed, there was no longer any justification for criticizing the Emperor.
So, he had been smiling and laughing, burying his grudge, but when the Crown Prince made excuses about my imperfect holy power, how could his old feelings not come flooding back?
The Emperor, who had been keeping an eye on the Pope's ominous attitude, finally opened his mouth with a dejected expression as if he had given up.
“So what do I have to do to make the Goddess release her heart? What do I have to do to make the Saintess perfectly able to control her powers?”
“Don’t just pass all responsibility to the saintess and enjoy the luxury of living behind her back. Instead, take care of the people of the empire with your own hands.”
“...Me myself?”
“Yes. If we wash away all the blood on the Emperor’s hands and remove the burden of the wronged souls on his shoulders, the Goddess will appease her anger and bless Catalonia once again.”
I shivered as I watched the Crown Prince threaten his father with cold-blooded lies without even a drop of saliva on his lips.
‘Wow, that scary person...’
At the same time, he was a very cruel master.
The Crown Prince also followed me with a stern expression.
Soon, as I opened the door to the audience room and entered, the Emperor, who had been sitting next to the Pope and anxiously waiting for me, suddenly sat up.
“Saintess, what is this! Why has another disaster occurred where the Saintess’s power has touched?”
Well, that's the extent of Delton's abilities.
But I couldn't answer like that, so I just lowered my head.
“I apologize, Your Majesty. It is my fault for not being able to do so.”
“I didn’t come all the way to the temple this early in the morning to hear an apology! I'm asking why the disaster happened again despite the Saintess’s touch!”
When the Emperor shouted in frustration, the pope sighed and tried to stop him.
“Fix it, Your Majesty. Do you not know that the Saintess’s body is not yet in perfect condition? Nevertheless, she has devoted her whole body to the empire. It is not her fault.”
“I am asking the Saintess not about the sin, Your Holiness, but the cause. Why is the influence of the Holy Power not permanent? If we know the reason, we will be able to find a solution.”
“Your Majesty, I know the cause. It must be a problem caused by the use of unstable power that has not yet fully settled into the body.”
This time too, the Pope stepped in on my behalf. But the Emperor still could not calm down.
“Ha, so you’re saying we should continue this endless nonsense until that power is established? If we try hard to stop it, it will happen again, and if we try hard to stop it, it will happen again, and if the public sentiment turns against that unstable appearance, what are we going to do?”
The Emperor, who had been fussing for a while, perhaps worried about the resentment of the people of the empire, soon let out a deep sigh and sat down on his chair.
Still, he couldn't hide his dissatisfaction, so he frowned and muttered as if he was talking to himself.
“What good is the existence of a Saintess if she can only stop it for two or three weeks?”
That incompetent Emperor who only knows how to blame others?
It made me angry to see him complaining without a conscience while he was stuck in the palace and just playing around like a puppet while I was running around the country like crazy for a whole month without any rest.
I was twitching the corners of my mouth, wanting to say something, but then I stopped for a moment.
'Wait a minute, doesn't this situation feel familiar?'
The Emperor was furious, saying that if my abilities were only this much, then there was no point in me being a Saintess.
And I bow my head like a sinner and make excuses like, 'I am ashamed, Your Majesty. The goddess also regrets my lack of ability and says she will call me back when the time comes.' I throw away my title as a Saintess and leave.
This was the ending I had decided when I impulsively planned this reckless plan in the past.
A safe ending where I can impersonate a Saintess with a body that has no hoky powers and escape without any punishment.
I felt it instinctively.
'This is an opportunity!'
This is my last chance to escape from the Crown Prince.
I barely managed to suppress the corners of my mouth from tearing at the unexpected opportunity to get some relief, and soon I opened my mouth with a dispirited expression.
“I have nothing to say to you, Your Majesty. I have caused you both great concern by failing to properly handle the dangers facing the Empire due to my shortcomings.”
The Emperor sighed, unable to be angry any longer at the polite apology.
“So when will that power settle down? Since it’s your body, you should know better than anyone else. Don’t you feel anything?”
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”
“Is there anything this frustrating?”
As I slumped my shoulders and repeated meaningless apologies, the Emperor slammed the armrest down, apparently bursting with anger.
The Pope didn't say anything, but he seemed equally upset as he picked up his teacup with a dark expression.
I was quietly watching them, then cautiously opened my mouth again.
“But Your Majesty, Your Highness, I, Shayne Veloce, received a revelation from the Goddess last night.”
“Wh, what! What’s going on?”
“Are you saying that the goddess Hethel spoke directly to the Saintess?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you telling me that now!”
The Emperor, very excited by my words, asked with an urgent face.
“Yes, what did the goddess say? Did she tell you when your divine powers will be fully restored? Or did you foresee the end of this damned disaster?”
“No, she didn’t say anything like that. The goddess just said...”
“Yes, the goddess just, what!”
The Emperor asked, leaning forward as if he was about to jump out as if he was curious about what would happen next.
I was a bit hesitant because I thought his bald head was funny, and after a while, I finally continued speaking with a deadpan expression.
“The goddess rebuked me.”
"What?"
“What does that mean? Why did the goddess scold the Saintess?”
The Emperor and the Pope asked me in surprise, and I answered with a face as if I didn't know what to do with myself.
“The Goddess said, ‘The Goddess takes pity on me, who has devoted my life to the Empire and has given me the important task of protecting the Empire in her stead. But..."
It was just then that I was about to make the excuses I had prepared in advance.
“She said that she absolutely could not tolerate the fact that someone called the Emperor could guess the will of the Goddess and send innocent people to their deaths. That is why the Saintess’s powers are not being fully manifested.”
“Yes, that’s it... Huh?”
I unconsciously nodded, but I was startled by the perfect tsk sound, looked back, and took a deep breath.
A pair of terrifyingly dark purple eyes stared at me as if they were going to devour me.
'Hey, I got caught.'
I knew right away that the Crown Prince had figured out my intentions and was taking the initiative.
'I haven't even gotten to the main point yet, how on earth do you know...'
I was so moved by his incredible precognitive powers that I wondered if he could read minds.
Meanwhile, the Emperor, who was suddenly struck by lightning, shouted with a dumbfounded expression.
“What, what are you saying? All of this is my fault?”
“Yes. The Goddess is very angry at the Emperor’s evil deeds. She has said that she will not fully develop the Saintess’s powers until the Emperor pays the price for the countless lives he has sent to their death.”
The Crown Prince spoke with a blank expression.
'Huh, when you were always going on and on about how you could lie to me like that...'
As he watched me recite lies as naturally as I could, his mouth wide open, the Emperor protested as if he was having a fit.
“Wow, that’s nonsense! It was a decision I made with sincerity to appease the goddess’s troubled heart, so how could it have incurred her wrath...!”
“Your Majesty, has the goddess ever commanded human sacrifices under the pretext of a tomb being destroyed?”
The Crown Prince cut off the Emperor's words without a moment's hesitation and looked at the Pope and asked.
“... She has never received such a revelation.”
The Pope's voice was stiff and hoarse as he answered, putting down his teacup.
That is understandable, as the system of abolition was one that the Emperor unilaterally created without the Pope's permission.
Despite the Pope's warning that it was a grave sin to send innocent people to their deaths without the revelation of the Goddess, the Emperor pushed ahead with the abolition of canons to appease the public's anger.
The Pope was so furious that he avoided seeing the Emperor for several years because even lower-ranking priests had been removed without his permission.
However, since a Saintess was born in the country under the abolition of the imperial tomb system that had been so opposed, there was no longer any justification for criticizing the Emperor.
So, he had been smiling and laughing, burying his grudge, but when the Crown Prince made excuses about my imperfect holy power, how could his old feelings not come flooding back?
The Emperor, who had been keeping an eye on the Pope's ominous attitude, finally opened his mouth with a dejected expression as if he had given up.
“So what do I have to do to make the Goddess release her heart? What do I have to do to make the Saintess perfectly able to control her powers?”
“Don’t just pass all responsibility to the saintess and enjoy the luxury of living behind her back. Instead, take care of the people of the empire with your own hands.”
“...Me myself?”
“Yes. If we wash away all the blood on the Emperor’s hands and remove the burden of the wronged souls on his shoulders, the Goddess will appease her anger and bless Catalonia once again.”
I shivered as I watched the Crown Prince threaten his father with cold-blooded lies without even a drop of saliva on his lips.
‘Wow, that scary person...’
At the same time, he was a very cruel master.
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