[Chapter 143] The next sun will brightly illuminate Ronta.

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"I don't accept it!"

Doris shouted with all her might in a space filled with silence and murmur.

The gazes of the people below the podium were now filled with animosity rather than goodwill. It was unbearably painful.

"Your Holiness! Do you really have no shame at all? The prophecy about my father's condition! The prophecy that monsters would appear in the north! All of them came not from Your Holiness, but from me, Doris Castagna!"

Now, it was the High Priest, not the Emperor or the nobles, whose face turned pale.

'How dare she betray me?'

Doris gave the High Priest a twisted smile, avoiding the people's gaze.

A faint trace of blood oozed from her lower lip, which she had bitten, but she couldn't stop her mouth from tearing open.

'I'll never die alone. There's still a chance!'

"What? What's the truth?"

"If the Crown Princess made the prophecy, then the saint is not the Grand Duchess, but the Crown Princess..."

"The oracle you just saw and heard is false?"

"But the dead man came back to life. Only the saint Marini could bring the dead back to life in the past..."

People were even more confused by the High Priest's bewildered expression.

'In the end, I'm the one who will laugh last.'

Doris trembled involuntarily at the sight that she couldn't believe even if she saw it with her own eyes, but she couldn't hide the desire that was boiling beneath her cold heart.

'I don't know what kind of trick you used, but in the end, I...'

And then.

"Your Highness. It's time to stop lying."

A voice that shouldn't be heard here cut through the commotion.

It wasn't a very loud voice. Nor did it say any unfamiliar words, but the sincere contempt in the voice brought the surroundings back to silence.

Doris's burning gaze followed the voice down to the podium.

"I don't want to be embarrassed any more in front of the Lord and His Majesty the Emperor. I accuse Doris Castagna of deceiving people with lies!"

"Nora Juseta!!"

Nora.

Nora Juseta.

Nora Juseta, the woman who had served by Doris's side until she had ascended to the podium.

With eyes as black as night, she had been glaring at Doris for some time, and now she began to scream, shedding thick tears.

"Nora, what are you saying right now!"

"Your Highness! You deceived His Holiness and made a false prophecy! You ordered me to give the Duke of Castagna, who had fallen ill, a poison disguised as incense!"

"It's a frame-up!"

"You ordered me to kill Countess Blier Acacia in the same way, using me as your loyal maid!"

The heart-rending scream shook the podium.

No one among the nobles didn't know how long Nora Juseta had served the Crown Princess.

Even the common people who were interested in the royal family knew it.

Doris, who spat out low curses with bloodshot eyes, desperately raised her head.

"Nora! Stop lying! I don't know who ordered you, but there's no evidence for such words..."

"The death of Her Grace the Grand Duchess, who has awakened, is also something you ordered!"

"No!"

Doris, who had tried to look pitiful, conscious of the surrounding gazes, screamed, rolling her eyes.

"No!! Make sense! Nora! Do you think you can slander your own mistress and get away with it? Where do you think you are, saying such nonsense without any witnesses or evidence?!"

"Countess Juseta's words are true!"

A strong, though aged voice cut through the crowd once more.

Doris's gaze, filled with rage, moved from Nora to a place not far away.

"I am Sophie, the head maid of the Duke of Trovica's residence. Her Highness the Crown Princess ordered me to burn incense for Her Grace the Grand Duchess! If I had known that the incense was poison, I would never have done it!"

Sophie, the head maid who was thought to have gone into hiding after failing to assassinate Countess Blier Acacia, was climbing onto the podium along with Nora Juseta.

"There was an incident where Countess Blier Acacia was kidnapped after a carriage accident, right? You ordered me to do that too. I take this opportunity to confess my sin and accuse Doris Castagna of pretending to be a saint!"

Doris Castagna.

No, Doris Ronta.

One of the noblest bloodlines in Ronta.

A woman whom no one had suspected would become a merciful empress as the wife of the 'saint' Bardenaldo Ronta, and whom everyone believed to be the saint of the prophecy.

People couldn't find the answer in the midst of the revelations that contradicted the image they had of Doris Ronta.

Naturally.

The gazes of those seeking the answer moved to the upper seat.

The Emperor, who looked like he was about to collapse with a pale face, the frail Empress, and the stiff Second Prince; the gazes that were gradually connecting to them finally turned to the Grand Duchess, who was standing in the center of the podium with shining eyes, having been revived.

There was no trace of the previous confusion on the face of the Grand Duchess, who had come back to life.

"In Avadelia, the Lord told me..."

A sigh escaped from between her languid eyes and twisted lips.

"If there is someone who impersonates a saint, not me who was unjustly killed and brought back to life..."

Doris's gaze, about to burst, touched the cheek of the revived Grand Duchess.

Unlike Doris's eyes, which had lost her reason, a wicked smile momentarily crossed the Grand Duchess's calm face.

"A demon who deserves to die."

"You crazy bitch..."

Everyone gasped at the unreservedly poured out curses.

Among the noblewomen who had only known the gentle and kind Crown Princess, some covered their mouths with both hands and stifled their screams.

"That woman is a demon!"

Nora Juseta shouted, feeling the atmosphere suddenly turn upside down.

"That woman, that woman is not a saint! That woman is a demon!"

Nora looked straight into Doris's eyes, who was beyond the limit of anger, and smiled while crying.

"Doris Castagna killed Duchess Adriene. I'm sure Doris Castagna also killed His Highness Prince Bardenaldo! I am a witness!"

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Unlike the western atmosphere where sighs continued due to the following revelations,

The eastern part where the people gathered had a strangely excited atmosphere.

Duke Pireta's eyes began to gleam as he watched Doris's disgrace and the reactions of the western people.

"Father. Father, did you see?"

Yes, I saw.

"Our Lien is alive!"

Gregory, who was shouting softly with excitement, was about to jump onto the podium.

On the other hand, the Duke was so excited that his hands trembled as he saw Blier, who had been constantly making eye contact with him since earlier.

He had felt a shiver down his spine from the moment Blier, dressed as a priest, assisted the High Priest and made eye contact with him.

'She's a different child than the weak Adriene.'

He couldn't be sure whether Adriene's revival was true or a deception, but he noticed that Blier, who had sent him a letter, had definitely succeeded in seducing the Second Prince Roardnes.

It was because he was watching Roardnes' eyes never leave her.

"A new sun in Ronta..."

Ignoring the High Priest who was mumbling the oracle like a madman.

Ignoring Doris, who was making a fool of herself in front of the western people.

Blier, who made direct eye contact with the Duke himself, asked openly.

"What are you doing?"

"!"

"Keep your promise."

Though it was highly unlikely that he could hear me, the familiar shape of his mouth was painfully imprinted on my eyes.

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I clearly saw the desire that arose in my father's eyes, who thought I was Blier.

And at the same time, the name of Roardnes, who was slowly walking out to the center of the podium, came out of the mouths of the confused people.

"Second Prince, His Highness Second Prince..."

"His Highness Second Prince will become the Crown Prince."

"The legitimacy of Ronta belongs to His Highness the Second Prince with red eyes!"

"He is the one who will protect us with the most powerful magic..."

"Please investigate the matters related to Her Highness the Crown Princess thoroughly!"

Ignoring the people who were still uneasy, those who were fascinated by the miracle began to murmur, and then they started shouting cheers like wildfire.

"Oh, my goodness. My goodness, madam... your prophecy..."

And that thunderous cheer and the murmur that the Second Prince would become the Crown Prince completely erased High Priest Teln's doubt.

No, from the moment Blier came back to life, Teln, who was fascinated by the miracle, looked back and forth between me and Roardnes with awe.

If he knew that I was trying to achieve a great cause by borrowing the will of God, he might faint.

"We in the East strongly support His Highness Second Prince Roardnes!"

Starting with my father's fervent cry.

Like a melody superimposed on the cheers of the people, the voices of the nobles below the podium began to ring out like crazy.

"His Highness the Second Prince should become the Crown Prince!"

"The only successor who can handle this situation is His Highness the Second Prince..."

The western side, who was watching Doris, who had started to howl along, had already turned pale.

Their desired picture was the saint Doris and Prince Roardnes with her halo, so they were wondering if it was right to shout out their support for Roardnes independently.

As the cheers and anxiety of the people who filled the square grew louder, I turned my head towards the piercing gaze.

Blier looked at me with distant eyes that couldn't be read. And behind her.

Roardnes, who had already walked to the center of the podium, stared at me intently.

That was when.

"Breaking news! Breaking news!!"

Jimskar, the son of Earl Raileon and a lieutenant of Noebian, jumped onto the podium.

"The Duke of Trovica, who had escaped and was being pursued, fell to his death while being chased! His body has not been found, but it is certain..."

As he gasped out the words, the voices of the people became so loud that they drowned out the sound of my ears.

Earl Raileon, who had been silently watching the situation among the nobles supporting Roardnes, shook his head violently.

"Noebian has kept his promise."

My mouth, which had been stiff while waiting for news of Noebian, finally drew a shallow smile.

"Then now, Adriene Swan Trovica, Her Grace the revived Grand Duchess..."

I took a step, one step at a time, away from the High Priest and the center where I had been momentarily pushed back.

"According to the will of the late Grand Duke, according to the wife inheritance law that he himself created..."

At the same time, I gave a wry smile, looking at Blier, who was now looking at me as if asking what I was going to do next.

"You will become the Duke of Trovica."

"Oh, my goodness!"

Someone exclaimed.

Finally.

A bright light began to appear in Blier's revived eyes.

"Your Grace. Who does Your Grace support?"

Staring intently into my eyes, Blier stroked her arm for a while, then winked mischievously again.

Just as my gaze was drawn to her smooth smile, Blier's gaze moved away from me and towards Roardnes, who was watching us.

"I, Adriene Swan Trovica, the master of the north and the only Duke of Ronta, will serve His Highness Roardnes, the Second Prince, a descendant of Emperor Caldeion, as my lord."

A firm voice enveloped the entire square.

Teln burst into tears in joy at the finally realized fake prophecy.

Roardnes' somewhat angry face, which seemed unable to endure any longer, turned towards me.

I didn't even make an expression of apology for not having asked for his permission in advance.

"I promised."

I simply murmured quietly towards Roardnes, amidst the thunderous cheers and the flowers that fell like a downpour.

"Noebian Trovica, I will kill you."

The eyes that had been burning intensely towards me turned blank for a moment.

"I will make you... the Emperor."

A crack appeared on Roardnes' face, which had been somewhat stiff and agitated.

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