"Odette has destroyed the source of disaster."
The Emperor did not believe the sentence when he received a report from John and Shion detailing the situation.
Isn't resurrection something that should be done? This time, she was sucked into a disaster and came back alive? Isn't that not a purifier, but an immortal?
It was the transcendent who eliminated the disaster. The Emperor could not accept the fact that the purifier, who was a miraculous saint but had no intellect or special physical abilities, had destroyed the source of the disaster.
Moreover, the fact that there was a World Tree that produced disasters in the sea, and that Charlotte was the one who polluted the World Tree, was so dramatic that he wondered how this could happen.
But what hurt his credibility was the fact that the rapporteur was John. For the past two years, his son has been making crazy judgments when it comes to Odette.
Therefore, the Emperor had no choice but to conclude like this.
"It is John himself who removed the source of the calamity, and he must be trying to give Odette all the credit!"
He said that his son must be blinded by love and is acting like that. While the Emperor denied Odette's achievements, the cathedral took the initiative to make her achievements official.
"It is true that Saint Odette destroyed the source of the calamity and saved the world! His Holiness the Pope and the High Priests were all entrusted with the World Tree on the same day and at the same time!"
The Pope had been in the ministry for many years, and as such, he considered it his lifelong dream to be chosen by God to hear the holy voice of the oracle.
That wish came true. The vivid scene that unfolded in front of him after his vision changed! Isn't it as if he went into the depths and witnessed the purification of Odette?
Moreover, the Pope was not alone in receiving the trust. At a meeting of the high priests, he held to publicize the oracle he had seen, he learned that the other high priests had received the same oracle.
Therefore, the Pope Emperor, who received the reports of the transcendents, did not delay the formalization of the oracle. He officially announced Odette's work straight under the name of the cathedral.
Rumors that all the disasters up to now were the work of Rosalyn, known as Charlotte, and that Odette had destroyed the source of the disaster, spread endlessly throughout the capital of the empire.
"This... Does that make sense?"
"I don't believe it! It must be a plot to defame Charlotte!"
The shocking news made many Imperial citizens look suspicious. Some denied the contents of the issue, while others spread conspiracy theories.
Nevertheless, there were many more imperial citizens who believed that the news was real. It was because things that made them personally feel that 'the world' has changed somewhere were happening everywhere. The heavens and the earth look like they have washed away dirty stains.
The first thing that changed was the flow of water in the capital. From the Rotbart River to shallow streams, even the water in the wells became clearer and clearer. The fish swam more vigorously, and the fishy smell disappeared completely.
The sky, which had always had a murky aura, became clear. The ominous-looking clouds disappeared, and the air became clear. The birds sang more vigorously
Above all, the imperial people wanted to believe that the plague had disappeared. The primordial threat that had terrified humans for so many years no longer exists in the world.
Therefore, after the rumors spread, people worshipped Odette.
"Odette saved us..."
"She was really a savior!"
She had been welcomed everywhere before, but now the imperial people were fanatically supporting her.
Savior, savior, benefactor. Outright reverence and blind love poured out on Odette.
Less than a day after the rumor spread, flowers, gifts, and letters of gratitude and support piled up in front of the Count's residence.
After a few more days, the Emperor was finally forced to acknowledge Odette's merits. The disaster didn't really come out of nowhere, and the world was getting more and more brilliant.
By the time the Emperor invited Odette to the palace, even those who were suspicious of her were cheering and scattering flowers on her carriage. Amid cheers that were more splendid than the Emperor's arrival, she entered the imperial palace.
A triumphant brave who saved the world from disaster.
The moment she came to see the Emperor, he pretended to be generous.
"Ask for anything. I will do whatever you want."
Inwardly, he was nervous about whether he would be able to compensate for her performance. However, Odette made a simple request that overshadowed the Emperor's worries.
"Your Majesty, please allow me to succeed Count Albrecht rightfully."
***
The Count's eyes opened slowly. His vision was foggy, and he blinked slowly until he realized that what he was seeing was the ceiling of his room.
Even the ceiling, which is now so familiar, had to be painstakingly recognized. The moment he feels cramped, as if a stone is on his chest.
"Oh, have you opened your eyes?"
He heard Mrs. Becker's voice on his right. Even the reflex reaction of turning his head in the direction of the sound was not as fast as before.
"..."
Vanessa... Before he could finish calling her name, he felt a burning thirst. His parched throat felt like it was burning, and it felt like he had swallowed grains of sand in the desert.
"Oh, you're thirsty, aren't you? Your doctor asked me several times. You must be very thirsty, so when the Count wakes up, I will give you some water to drink first."
Mrs. Becker, dressed modestly, was holding a wooden spoon with water dripping from water.
He wanted to get angry at them for treating him like an old man, but he felt that his body was in poor shape. It was almost impossible to get up.
He wanted to drink water, but it was Mrs. Becker who benefited the most from his death. Therefore, the Count suspected that there was something mixed with the water in the spoon.
He was wary for a long time, even touching the tip of his tongue, and only after he was sure that the water was clean did he open his mouth. Slurp, slurp, and drink the water. Mrs. Becker put the spoon over and over again without Impatience.
'Come to think of it, is this woman the only one who stayed by my side until the end?'
The Count thought about it as he choked up. Weak in mind as well as body, he felt a great deal of affection for Mrs. Becker.
Compared to Sasha, Vanessa was the most precious person to him.
She even wiped his lips with a handkerchief after he had finished drinking water, and the Count found new hope in her.
"Remember when you fainted? You hit your head hard and got a mild concussion. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, but if you're too old, you can die even with this kind of shock. No matter how many times your doctor urges you to relax."
"Uh.... Cry."
"Already? You should take it easy first."
"Mirror...Come."
The Count spoke in a voice as weak as the flapping of mosquitoes' wings. Mrs. Becker quietly brought him a mirror instead of dissuading him further. In the mirror, there was an old man with a pale face.
He had hoped it was a dream, but it wasn't a dream after all.
"Well, don't look at it."
Mrs. Becker put away the mirror in a calm voice. The Count's eyes became even whiter. He wanted to put up with the sound of sniffling, but as he got older, it wasn't easy to control his tear ducts.
The Count looked down at his wrinkled hands. Did the foresight of the elderly come with age? He had a vague sense that he only had a few months left.
'...Then, isn't there a mission that I must fulfill before the end of my life?'
Revenge on Sasha. Retribution for Paula. There are many reprehensible ones... After all, what he wanted to do the most, and what he had to do, was to kill Odette.
She was the enemy who killed his son, but above all, she was Siegfried's daughter. The disgusting must be sitting coiled in this mansion to reclaim the countship.
"Nothing of Albrecht can be taken away by that."
Although his strength was low, the Count still had enough strength to pull the trigger of his gun. If he goes to the armory and secures a pistol, it will be easy to shoot Odette and kill her.
"Raise me up... Please."
It was the moment when he was supported by Mrs. Becker and put his cane beside him.
Tak!
Mrs. Becker let go of the Count's arm and kicked his staff. With a thud, the Count fell on the carpet on the floor of the room.
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