[Chapter 141] The moment the dead person comes back to life.

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"On this day when auspicious snow falls, we have gathered here to announce the long-awaited oracle and welcome the saint."

High Priest Teln's voice, amplified through a sacred object, spread throughout every corner of the square.

Before Teln could announce who the saint was, Doris moved first.

Dressed in white, Doris slowly ascended the stage and stood in the center.

Teln's eyes flickered quickly, then he glanced at Adriene beside him.

Adriene nodded at him without hesitation.

His lips dry, Teln reluctantly avoided Doris, who smiled at him, and stepped aside for a moment.

From where Doris had appeared, a priest with bright red hair, along with other priests, brought something up onto the stage.

It was a large box-like thing covered with a white cloth.

"What is that?"

"Is it a sacred object?"

As the people's murmurs grew louder, Doris's eyebrows twisted, who had been smiling benevolently.

It was an unscheduled sequence.

"Your Highness, what are you doing? Did you prepare a gift for me?"

Before Doris could add anything, Teln reacted violently to the 'something' that the priests had brought up.

Adriene, who was standing beside him as an assistant, whispered quietly in his ear.

"Your Highness."

"..."

Teln was certain that the object wrapped in the white silk that Epero had just brought in was the corpse of the Grand Duchess Adriene.

Would this lady's prophecy really come true? Or was he being caught up in another hoax?

He swallowed hard and looked down at the people below.

Canulla, who was mixed in with the crowd, watched Teln with sparkling eyes.

Teln's legs began to tremble.

'Do I really have to say such an oracle in front of so many people?'

Of course, he had seen the miracle of Countess Akacia coming back to life. But what if her death had been staged from the beginning?

"...If you can't speak the oracle, at least say a prayer for the poor Grand Duchess."

At Adriene's wind-like whisper, Teln sweated profusely and moved his lips.

"Your Highness!"

Doris's low exclamation, sensing something strange, became a signal.

Unable to withstand Canulla's gaze, Teln removed the white cloth.

"What is that?"

"It looks like the corpse of a royal family member?"

Inside a glass case tilted so that people could see it, there was the corpse of a woman lying as if she were asleep.

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"On this day when auspicious snow falls, we have gathered here to announce the long-awaited oracle and welcome the saint."

High Priest Teln's voice, amplified through a sacred object, spread throughout every corner of the square.

Before Teln could announce who the saint was, Doris moved first.

Dressed in white, Doris slowly ascended the stage and stood in the center.

Teln's eyes flickered quickly, then he glanced at Adriene beside him.

Adriene nodded at him without hesitation.

His lips dry, Teln reluctantly avoided Doris, who smiled at him, and stepped aside for a moment.

From where Doris had appeared, a priest with bright red hair, along with other priests, brought something up onto the stage.

It was a large box-like thing covered with a white cloth.

"What is that?"

"Is it a sacred object?"

As the people's murmurs grew louder, Doris's eyebrows twisted, who had been smiling benevolently.

It was an unscheduled sequence.

"Your Highness, what are you doing? Did you prepare a gift for me?"

Before Doris could add anything, Teln reacted violently to the 'something' that the priests had brought up.

Adriene, who was standing beside him as an assistant, whispered quietly in his ear.

"Your Highness."

"..."

Teln was certain that the object wrapped in the white silk that Epero had just brought in was the corpse of the Grand Duchess Adriene.

Would this lady's prophecy really come true? Or was he being caught up in another hoax?

He swallowed hard and looked down at the people below.

Canulla, who was mixed in with the crowd, watched Teln with sparkling eyes.

Teln's legs began to tremble.

'Do I really have to say such an oracle in front of so many people?'

Of course, he had seen the miracle of Countess Akacia coming back to life. But what if her death had been staged from the beginning?

"...If you can't speak the oracle, at least say a prayer for the poor Grand Duchess."

At Adriene's wind-like whisper, Teln sweated profusely and moved his lips.

"Your Highness!"

Doris's low exclamation, sensing something strange, became a signal.

Unable to withstand Canulla's gaze, Teln removed the white cloth.

"What is that?"

"It looks like the corpse of a royal family member?"

Inside a glass case tilted so that people could see it, there was the corpse of a woman lying as if she were asleep.

"It was definitely that vulgar, presumptuous Bliere Akacia who seduced Roardness with her blonde hair!

And in this place where Doris was supposed to be the protagonist.

In this place where she was supposed to be Roardness's wife.

She clearly brought Adriene's corpse here as a spectacle, pretending to care for her and trying to score points with Roardness!

Forcing a smile to be conscious of her surroundings, Doris opened her trembling lips.

She no longer needed to wear a mask for that vulgar woman.

"Even if I gave you a graceful death, the fact that you crawled back and turned my stomach..."

"...Your Highness?"

Doris twisted her lips further at the slightly surprised woman's voice.

"Pretending to be indifferent to Roardness with an innocent face. Pretending to love the Grand Duke... When the Grand Duke was imprisoned in the Ruby Tower, you started blatantly imitating the Grand Duchess and seduced Roardness? A lowly body wearing a priest's robe? What's that? I knew you would always disturb me."

Doris, who had hidden behind Teln, gently grabbed the arm of the woman who was disturbing her.

Unlike the gentle touch she showed outwardly, the sharp, trimmed tips of her nails slowly dug into the tender flesh.

A vicious voice flowed out of her lips, raised again to be conscious of the surrounding gazes.

"You stupid woman. Now Adriene's ghost is of no use. Roardness can't become even a crown prince without me. We will be a community of destiny."

Doris's eyes gleamed ominously as she alternated between looking at the corpse and the woman.

"I will illuminate Roardness, who is darkness itself, with the bright light of a saint. You, a vulgar woman like you, can never help in a way that you can't."

The strength slowly faded from Doris's nails, which had been digging into the flesh.

"If it weren't for Bardenal or me, you would have been nothing. Someone like you, who is not even a noble, has enjoyed excessive wealth for far too long."

Doris let go of the wrist she was holding, as if throwing it away.

"That's right..."

Doris, who had straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, gradually regained her composure and raised the corners of her lips.

"You should have died when I was trying to kill you gracefully."

As the prayer for the damned Adriene Pireta ended, Doris casually moved to the center of the stage.

It was now her turn to be the protagonist.

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Teln's gaze shifted from Doris's arrogant back to the Grand Duchess Adriene's glass case.

"This can't be."

How much longer had it been since the Grand Duchess had died, over a hundred days?

Even in winter, could she be dead and asleep like this?

The corpse was not decaying at all, but rather looked as beautiful and fresh as if she had just fallen asleep.

"Did you hear what that woman said to me, Your Highness?"

Adriene's voice, like the wind, brushed past.

Canulla Winstar's gaze, which glared at him sharply.

"Decide whether to tarnish the face of the Lord by making that woman a saint, or to reveal the true will of the Lord to the world."

With his fists clenched so tightly that his hands were sweating, Teln turned his head towards the high seat, feeling another gaze.

Empress Grace, who was always frightened and had sadness etched on her face, was looking at him with her hands clasped together earnestly.

It was the same expression she had when she prayed to the statue of the Lord, beating her chest as each prince died.

Teln was at the most important crossroads in his life.

The statement that a new sun would illuminate Ronta was too political for him to handle.

'But at least the oracle that Grand Duchess Adriene would wake up...'

The image of Countess Akacia, who was thought to be dead but was walking around alive and well, swirled in his head.

The confident face of the noblewoman, who had nothing to lose and was disguised as a priest standing behind him.

And the persistent gaze of Canulla Winstar, who was like a god to him in his impoverished childhood, was a bonus.

Seeing Empress Grace, who looked at him like a god who would save him, Teln's Adam's apple bobbed.

When the voice Teln wanted didn't come out, Doris, who had been waiting, took another step forward.

"As a saint in the future, I will pray for His Highness Prince Bardenaldo of Ronta, who has passed away..."

"Wait."

Teln stopped Doris and stepped forward to the front of the stage.

"There is... another oracle."

He opened his eyes and spoke softly.

"The dead Grand Duchess, Adriene Trovika, will soon wake up."

At Teln's trembling voice, Doris's face, who had been confident of victory, turned pale with shock.

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Teln's trembling eyes turned to Adriene, who had her hood pulled low.

Adriene smiled and nodded.

Doris, who had stepped forward, turned her stiff neck to look at them.

Behind Doris, whose face was pale, the sound of the tens of thousands of people gathered in the square rippled like waves.

Adriene led Teln to the glass case where Bliere was lying.

Adriene, who briefly made eye contact with Rossi below the stage, placed her hand on the glass case.

She had trained so hard for this day.

Awakening the magic that flowed quietly in her body, she poured it into the glass case, and she could feel the stone beneath the glass case absorbing it like a sponge absorbing water.

Teln, sweating profusely, followed Adriene and put his hand on the glass case.

With a click, the glass case opened, and Teln's eyes widened.

The anxiety-filled eyes of Teln gradually changed.

The sweat that was dripping from his trembling hands left marks on the surface of the glass case.

And Teln and Adriene saw clearly.

Bliere's body, whose fingers were twitching and moving.

Teln's eyes, which could not get any bigger, captured the scene without missing a beat.

Adriene's lips opened quietly.

"I..."

"The Grand Duchess..."

"I told you it was the will of God."

At Adriene's low whisper, the trembling stopped in Teln's body.

'The dead have come back to life!'

A light began to shine in Teln's eyes.

"The dead Grand Duchess, Adriene Trovika, will wake up!"

He began to shout in a thunderous voice, his eyes rolling back as if possessed by a ghost.

"Adriene Trovika, the true saint blessed by God, will return from Avadelia with the will of God!!"

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