[Chapter 142] The hidden truth is emerging.

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Even the priests who had been lined up behind me raised their hands towards the sky, following the High Priest, and the mouths of the onlookers slowly opened.

"It must be an oracle!"

"Oh my God, to see the scene of receiving an oracle with my own eyes!"

Amidst the murmur of the people, Bliere's eyelids twitched.

Seeing that, Teln quickly took a breath and shouted.

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

As everyone gasped at the sight of High Priest Teln, who had lost his voice, I saw clearly.

A pale face that opened its eyes with a flash.

Bliere Pireta's green eyes, sparkling with the same color as mine.

And I wasn't the only one who saw Bliere's eyes.

"The moment the dead came back to life!"

"Your Highness!"

Doris, who sensed something was wrong, let out a scream that seemed to tear the space apart.

But ignoring Doris, High Priest Teln, who was already fascinated by the miracle, shouted even louder.

"The truth hidden deep within the palace is emerging! A 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! It will illuminate Ronta!!"

Huuuh. Huuk, huuk!

With a rough breath and blood spurting from his mouth, Teln, who had witnessed the miracle with his own eyes, finally collapsed.

The square, which had been filled with murmurs, became as silent as a mouse.

Not only did the color drain from the face of the Emperor sitting on the high seat.

Roardness, who finally discovered me standing beside the High Priest, jumped up.

An even more amazing miracle followed.

Thud!

The lid of the glass case that had been tilted opened.

"Oh my God!"

A pale blonde woman began to stagger out.

People below the stage opened their mouths wide enough to drop their jaws.

The eyes of those who witnessed the miracle grew as big as they could.

And with that, High Priest Teln, who had taken a breath, finally coughed up blood just before he collapsed.

"The next sun! It will illuminate Ronta!!"

Even the priests who had been lined up behind me raised their hands towards the sky, following the High Priest, and the mouths of the onlookers slowly opened.

"It must be an oracle!"

"Oh my God, to see the scene of receiving an oracle with my own eyes!"

Amidst the murmur of the people, Bliere's eyelids twitched.

Seeing that, Teln quickly took a breath and shouted.

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

As everyone gasped at the sight of High Priest Teln, who had lost his voice, I saw clearly.

A pale face that opened its eyes with a flash.

Bliere Pireta's green eyes, sparkling with the same color as mine.

And I wasn't the only one who saw Bliere's eyes.

"The moment the dead came back to life!"

"Your Highness!"

Doris, who sensed something was wrong, let out a scream that seemed to tear the space apart.

But ignoring Doris, High Priest Teln, who was already fascinated by the miracle, shouted even louder.

"The truth hidden deep within the palace is emerging! A 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! It will illuminate Ronta!!"

Huuuh. Huuk, huuk!

With a rough breath and blood spurting from his mouth, Teln, who had witnessed the miracle with his own eyes, finally collapsed.

The square, which had been filled with murmurs, became as silent as a mouse.

Not only did the color drain from the face of the Emperor sitting on the high seat.

Roardness, who finally discovered me standing beside the High Priest, jumped up.

An even more amazing miracle followed.

Thud!

The lid of the glass case that had been tilted opened.

"Oh my God!"

A pale blonde woman began to stagger out.

People below the stage opened their mouths wide enough to drop their jaws.

The eyes of those who witnessed the miracle grew as big as they could.

And with that, High Priest Teln, who had taken a breath, finally coughed up blood just before he collapsed.

"The next sun! It will illuminate Ronta!!" he exclaimed, precisely, pointing at Roardness who had jumped to his feet.

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The once sacred and solemn ceremony ground instantly turned into chaos.

"It's an oracle! It's an oracle!!"

"The saint is not Her Highness, the Crown Princess..."

"Is it the deceased Grand Duchess?"

"Her Highness the Grand Duchess is the saint!"

"She is the saint who returned from Avadelia with the blessing of God!!"

Deafening cheers began. The shouts of those who had witnessed the miracle were almost screams.

Feeling my ears ringing, I helped the High Priest, who had barely regained consciousness, to his feet, supporting him in the arms of the priest.

"Adriene... Pireta...? It can't be...!!"

Seeing Bliere, who was barely standing, leaning on the glass case, Doris shook her head frantically.

"No. No. It can't be. This is a dream."

Ignoring Doris, who was mumbling like a madman, I quietly gazed at Bliere.

Tangled but clean blond hair.

A dress with modest flowers attached.

A pale and beautiful face with a short moment of countless confusion passing through.

Bliere, who had been shaking her head for a while, holding her head, looked at me when she felt my gaze.

As soon as she saw me, she frowned and shook her head in disbelief.

Ignoring the deafening shouts behind me, I quietly waited for Bliere.

Bliere's green eyes, the same color as mine, looked at me, the High Priest, the dumbfounded Doris, the Emperor sitting on the high seat, and the tens of thousands of spectators gathered below the stage, slowly scanning them.

With each place Bliere's gaze passed, cheers and sighs erupted.

Bliere's gaze, which had slowly scattered, lingered a little longer in one place before falling away.

It was where the Pireta people were gathered.

And the last place her gaze rested was on Rossi, who was looking at her with burning eyes.

The focus of her eyes, which had been loosely unfocused, began to slowly sparkle and return.

Her eyes, which discovered the book held in Rossi's hand, curved sharply, very savagely.

With her mouth twisted wryly as if she had finished understanding the situation, she clenched her pale white hand and closed her eyes as if feeling the blood flowing through her body.

People who couldn't breathe watched her with their mouths agape.

When Bliere opened her hand and whispered something, the book instantly slipped out of Rossi's hand.

People were excited to hear what the first words would be from Bliere, the saint who had died and come back to life, the Grand Duchess Trovika.

And in an instant, they were excited about the old book that appeared, cutting through the cold air.

"It's a holy relic! A holy relic!"

"It's a divine revelation!"

And the Emperor's eyes widened as he recognized the record.

Above the fires, several of which were lit in huge jars as sacred fires, Bliere threw the book.

Instead of burning, the book floated in mid-air with Bliere's low whisper, and just like when Rossi showed us Bardenaldo's past, it unfolded with a swish.

And miraculously, letters were engraved in the air.

I was sure that it was something Bliere had done with her magic.

"The first Emperor Kirfps was a traitor!!"

High Priest Teln rushed forward and shouted at the top of his lungs.

He was almost out of his mind from the many miracles he had witnessed.

"The symbol of the Ronta royal family is not the blue eyes of the traitor Kirfps, but the red eyes of Caldeion...!"

Teln's eyes, who realized what he had babbled, gradually came to their senses.

But he couldn't stop his mouth that had already picked up speed.

"The red eyes of Caldeion are the true... the true symbol of the Ronta royal family!"

Rossi's face, watching the scene, twisted wildly with an unknown emotion.

Bliere, who had done the deed, turned her languid eyes to me, the ones she had given to Rossi.

To me, who was looking at her with a tense face, she showed the same sly smile she had before.

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The pale emperor finally jumped up from his seat.

However, people's attention was focused not on the emperor's reaction, but on the old book that did not burn and the High Priest who recited the words that appeared from the book without any hesitation.

The awakened Grand Duchess, as if responding to his words, pointed to the book still floating in the air.

"This record is a record that has been hidden by the royal family until now. A record that will not burn and cannot be torn no matter what harm is done to it. We call such things holy relics."

When someone began to call out to God, a smile appeared on the woman's lips.

"The power of magic given to us by the Lord to benefit humanity has been hidden by the blue-eyed royal family out of greed for power, weakening the nation. Your Majesty, do you acknowledge this record?"

People's eyes turned to the emperor who was about to faint.

However, the emperor's gaze went to the other side of the revived Grand Duchess's corpse.

It was toward another glass case that had been covered with a white cloth until just now.

He couldn't take his eyes off the glass case that was not upright and could only be seen from the high seat.

Even though there was so much commotion in front of him, the emperor's gaze could not leave that place and his face was gradually collapsing.

"...Retina."

Empress Retina.

Emperor Julius' first love and the only woman he wanted to have by his side even if she looked like him.

The one he wanted to pass the throne to because he was the only remaining son from his relationship with Roardness' red eyes, no matter what repercussions it might have in the future.

A woman he loved so desperately.

That woman was lying in the glass case as if she were asleep.

As if...

'As if Countess Kuroseda.'

His stiff gaze turned to Roardness, who had slumped into his seat and was as stiff as himself.

"...Roan."

"That's right."

The emperor staggered.

Empress Grace supported him, letting out a low cry.

"That's right, Father. It was Bardenaldo's doing."

Feeling like his neck was being strangled, the emperor roughly scratched at his lapel.

Roardness' gaze was fixed on the front, just like the emperor's.

"Bardenaldo saw that record. After hearing his mother's will, he couldn't let go of his dead mother, so he kept going back and forth to the royal secret archives and saw that record. That's why he hated me all his life. Just like Father did when he saw his other brother with red eyes."

"Ro...an..."

"And the real will of my mother that Bardenaldo hid..."

The people began to be agitated by the emperor's pale face.

Although no one was strangling his neck, the emperor, who seemed to be conversing with the second prince, suddenly blushed as if he were being strangled by several people.

Just before the attending physicians who were waiting below came up, the emperor, who had staggered back to his feet, stopped for a long time somewhere behind the Grand Duchess's glass case.

In front of the glass case of Empress Retina, which was invisible to the people below the platform.

The emperor, whose veins in his neck repeatedly bulged and disappeared, looked up at the resurrected Grand Duchess and the High Priest.

It was the first time he had looked so full of regret, and everyone held their breath.

Even Doris, who was panting heavily, couldn't interrupt the emperor's silence.

"The record..."

And the emperor's voice, amplified by an unknown force, began to spread widely.

"I... acknowledge the record."

And with those words, the emperor collapsed onto the glass case of Empress Retina and wept softly.

The attending physicians and knights were startled and helped the emperor back to the high seat to examine his body.

"Red eyes are a symbol of the most powerful magic, a symbol of a fierce flame that protects people and burns all evil spirits, a light that will save people with its bright light."

The confusion in the venue gradually subsided at the voice of the revived Grand Duchess.

But now, the people who turned pale were the nobles below the platform.

The emperor, who had acknowledged the record that overturned the foundation of Ronta.

"The moment the dead came back to life. The truth hidden deep within the palace is emerging and the next sun will illuminate Ronta...!"

Lost in the series of miracles.

The High Priest, whose body was limp but whose eyes were full of wonder, could only move his mouth as if he could only say that problematic oracle.

The Grand Duchess Trovika, who claims to have died and come back to life with the will of God.

Then, what about Doris?

The nobles of the Crown Prince's faction felt Doris looking at them with a terrifying face.

The Western nobles, among them, were frozen, unable to avoid or resist Doris's gaze.

"How can the nobles of this country remain silent after hearing such nonsense!"

Doris began her final struggle.

Doris's face, which was very close to the edge of the platform, was now nothing more than an evil spirit.

"What are you doing without protecting me? If my father finds out..."

The voice that poured out like a machine gun stopped abruptly in the middle.

Doris finally realized.

Overwhelmed by the newly emerged saint.

Overwhelmed by the nonsense of truth, the faces of the Western nobles who had solidified were no longer loyal to Duke Castagna, her father.

'Oh-!'

Only then did I realize.

The mastermind behind the damned Western nobles was my own father who was lying there.

And it was I who had put him there.

'Quickly. Quickly support me. Say you'll only believe my words. This useless... useless...'

Doris shook her head rapidly, denying reality, under the cold gaze she had never encountered.

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