The scriptures held high by the Old Gods fell to the ground in the heavy rain.
The strong wind and rain took away the heat of midsummer, and also took away their anger and courage just now.
They stood blankly with pale faces, trembling amidst the rolling thunder, and the torrential rain rushing on the roof of the church made a "squeak" sound, and the rain washed them hard at the same time—their stubbornness, their arrogance, their the power of.
poof.
An Old God believer who just tried to rush up to the high platform landed heavily on his knees, knocking on the hard rock.
He bent down deeply and pressed his forehead tightly to the ground, as if he could feel the power from the Queen through the ground.
The second, third, fourth... At first, it was just one after another, and the crowd behind them fell to their knees one by one.
Mrs. Kelly threw away the poison hidden in her sleeve and knelt down with tears in her eyes; Dalton knelt down without saying a word; Heinrich put down the sword in his hand and knelt down with a complicated expression ... Finally, in the church, only Archbishop Rodrik was still standing numbly.
He was standing on the bottom step of the platform.
The rain was unprecedented, even pouring from the double-arched windows on the upper sides of the church. The scorching heat of midsummer had disappeared in the strong wind just now, and the rain fell on him with a biting chill. He didn't realize that the creed he had always adhered to was being impacted and crumbling in the thunder.
What is right? What is pious
The St. Lorraine monk who regarded himself as a loyal servant of God would do something to occupy the lake; his revered mentor paranoidly grasped the queen's gender, regardless of the immediate dispute; the queen who was denounced as a heretic cared about the life and death of the entire country, She spoke words that even the heathen would not speak, disrespecting the gods, but the gods rained down on her...
— No, you are wrong, I am the chosen one.
Amidst the thunder, the Queen's words rumbled in his ears.
So... prove it to me.
So she proved it.
Overwhelming, his world is collapsing, lightning tears the sky, and also tears his firm cognition.
"Daughter of two kings, king of Roland."
He murmured, and then slowly, knelt down on the steps.
"Daughter of two kings, king of Roland!"
His whispers were heard by those closest to him, and they seemed to hold on to the ropes that would save them and give them strength amidst the raging force of the rain-drenched world.
So they forgot everything, and shouted loudly—
"Daughter of two kings! King of Roland!"
The sound penetrated the heavy rain curtain and spread outside the church.
The ground of the square outside the church was hit hard by the rain. The torrential rain was like a whip held in the hands of the gods when they were angry, rolling across the ground one by one and beating the people. Crowds gathered outside the church knelt in the stagnant water, letting themselves drenched.
When the shout came from the church, these people shouted together with the sound of rain.
"Daughter of two kings!"
"King of Roland!"
…
When the Queen wore a cloak and walked out of the Church of Santa Maria surrounded by the crowd, the shout became louder, to the point that it broke through the blockade of thunder and rain, and was enveloped by the wind and rain. Walking, galloping in the streets and alleys of the entire imperial capital.
It will also spread farther, throughout Roland, across the entire sea of heaven, and throughout the entire world and the entire era.
... ... ...
The sound of the sea is surging.
Dark clouds shrouded the sea, and black petrels could be faintly seen passing through the wind and waves like sharp arrows. A three-masted ship was driving above the sea, and a goshawk accurately found the ship in the wind and waves, retracted its wings, and flew in through a window that was opened for it.
Prince Arthur sat in the captain's cabin, stretched out his hand, and removed the sealed letter box from the eagle's foot.
"Daughter of two kings, king of Roland."
He unfolded the letter, read it, and muttered to himself.
It's not that Prince Arthur didn't want to stay and participate in the rain prayer on the 28th, but his elder brother seemed to have become alert and sent him a new letter of warning. More importantly, his mother had already started trying without hesitation. Let people break into his palace. Prince Arthur had to be forced to leave the Roland Empire.
Because of this incident, during the voyage in the past few days, the accompanying officers tried their best not to disturb the prince who was in a state of rage.
The clerk on the side heard Prince Arthur's whisper, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently.
By gods, he doesn't want to be involved in some royal brother scandal, that's going to kill him.
However, unexpectedly, Prince Arthur's tone didn't look like fascination, but a tone of surprise and doubt.
Prince Arthur read the letter again.
When he read it for the first time, he almost thought that this letter was actually written by a monk in his hallucinations. It used a large number of fierce language, and it was almost crazy to describe an impossible scene——Thunder , rainstorm, crown, queen, church.
But the name of the inscription is correct, it is still the envoy who stayed in the Roland Empire, and he has always been rigid, silent, and meticulous, so he dislikes Queen Roland the most and regards her as a disaster.
Asking him to praise Queen Roland would be better than asking him to go to hell and dance face-to-face with the devil.
Prince Arthur closed his eyes and imagined the miracle mentioned in the letter amidst the sound of rain.
Lightning illuminates the huge rose window, the saints on the stained glass are washed by the rain, and in the cold world, the silver-haired queen in a linen dress with a crown spreads her arms... What a shocking scene, what a magnificent scene Like a scene of miracles, how many people should kneel before his queen that day
"Daughter of two kings, king of Roland."
Prince Arthur recited it lightly, and an abnormal redness appeared on his pale cheeks, as if he had also witnessed her divine light in that church.
The clerk's face turned completely ashen.
Well, this time, His Royal Highness's tone turned into genuine obsession and fanaticism.
"It's all his fault."
When the clerk spoke bitterly, Prince Arthur suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing his expression and eyes, the clerk's cold sweat came out all at once—his eyes became extremely dark, and the blue in the There was a color of madness and violence, and the bright red on his cheeks became particularly sick.
—he went mad again.
Without saying a word, the clerk was about to run away.
The Royal family of Root has always kept this secret well from the outside world, but those who serve the royal family know that Prince Arthur inherited his grandfather's intermittent neurological disease. Under the agitation, His Royal Highness could do anything. Because of this, the Queen Mother has always disliked her son and regarded him as a shame.
Prince Arthur grabbed him by the throat.
"It's all his fault," murmured Prince Arthur, "don't you?"
The clerk looked at him in fear, feeling the strength in His Royal Highness's hand was getting stronger and harder, and it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe: "Yes, yes, yes, it's all his fault... Blame him..."
Who knows who "he" Prince Arthur was talking about.
"If he and that woman hadn't asked me to go back to the Root Empire, I would have been able to witness it with my own eyes..." Prince Arthur murmured to himself.
This time the clerk vaguely guessed who "he" and "that woman" were referring to—His Majesty Orsis and the Queen Mother.
"Just let me kill him."
Prince Arthur seemed to have suddenly thought of some wonderful good idea, his eyes lit up suddenly, like an innocent young child thinking of something that would make him happy—with a childlike cruelty.
The clerk rolled his eyes and plunged himself into darkness.
Prince Arthur dropped him casually, and he paced the room.
"That must be the most beautiful scene, and I missed it!" He pulled out a thin sword and stabbed it into a hanging picture, "I missed it!"
He shouted furiously, his voice drowned by the tide.
... ... ...
As soon as Prince Arthur received the letter, everything that happened at St. Mary's Cathedral spread quickly, and countless pigeons were released at the same time on that day, heading in all directions.
Countless people were shocked, countless people couldn't believe it, and countless people trembled.
Brothers Baldr and John were imprisoned in Whitehall Prison that same day.
Compared to the damage done to the old priest Balder by the poison of the Heinrich family, it seems that the rain that fell from the sky hit him harder. When he was brought into Whitehall Prison, he kept saying something silently. Looking at his squirming mouth, it seemed that he repeated the words "trial" and "impossible" repeatedly. Brother John subsequently lost the lofty status in people's hearts.
The nobles who had participated in the rebellion fell silent strangely.
For Roland, August 28 seemed to be a dividing line between the past and the present. For a long, long time, no one dared to question Adele Roland's crown. Now, "God Save the Queen" is being chanted with all sincerity.
It rained for several days in a row.
But except for the first day, when the rain was as heavy as the wrath of the gods, the rain gradually became milder in the next few days. People are delighted to see that the dry riverbed is filled with water again, and the vegetation is gradually rejuvenated, just like the saying-God bless the queen, and the queen bless her people.
And on the seventh day of rain, Archbishop Rodri broke into the queen's palace.
In the corridor, he met Heinrich head-to-head, and the moment he passed by, Heinrich caught a glimpse of a gem that looked familiar on Archbishop Rodrik's cuff... When and where had he seen it before?
The candlelight, the red dress, the starlight on the queen's dress as she twirls.
The thought flashed by, and Heinrich had already stopped Archbishop Rodriguez: "The Queen is not feeling well, Mister Bishop, please come back tomorrow."
—He also came to see the queen, but unfortunately the queen declined his meeting on the grounds of "unwell".
Heinrich didn't know if it was really "discomfort", but this did not prevent him from stopping Archbishop Rodriguez full of sulking anger. First the position next to the throne, then the golden rose, and now the jewel cuff on the bishop... How many gifts did she give
He seemed to be watching helplessly, and everything that belonged to him was being taken away bit by bit.
"Step aside."
Archbishop Rodri's tone was cold.
Heinrich vaguely sensed that his state today was a little abnormal, but the anger of being rejected by the queen just now and the depression that he didn't know where came from made him motionless.
With a cold light, Archbishop Rodri pulled out a Hidden Blade.
If Heinrich hadn't reacted in time and took a step back, the sword might have stabbed him.
"Good skill," Heinrich's face darkened instantly, "Mr. Bishop, or should be called Templar Knight."
As he spoke, his right hand had drawn out the sword hidden under the cloak.
A few cold lights flashed in the corridor, one was in an abnormal state, the other was full of anger, two people who would never do this in the past unexpectedly exchanged hands in the corridor without hesitation.
Crack, crack.
Applause sounded from the other end of the corridor, interrupting this untimely contest.
"I'm very glad that both gentlemen are very skilled, but if you want to duel, you'd better change the location." Adele was wearing a dark blue and almost black cloak, standing not far away and looking at them, she couldn't tell Signs of being unwell.
"You look in great shape."
Without thinking, Heinrich blurted out words with a bit of resentment.
Adele raised her eyebrows, glanced at the archbishop's sleeve, and vaguely guessed why he was so abnormal today. But there was another one that was even more abnormal - Archbishop Rodri was holding the Hidden Blade, standing outside the corridor, the rain came in obliquely, and fell on his pale face.
His whole body was already drenched, as if he had come in the rain.
"Well, Mr. Bishop may have something to say." Adele nodded slightly towards Heinrich, "If you came here for the port agreement, let's talk about it tomorrow."
The corners of Heinrich's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but also as if he was restraining himself. Finally, he snorted coldly, put his sword back into its sheath, turned around and strode away.
"What do you want me for?"
The queen, wearing a cloak, approached the archbishop unhurriedly.
"tell me-"
Archbishop Rodrik's face was pale. Standing in the rain that hit the corridor, he didn't look like a living person. His steel blue eyes, which had always been firm and sharp, seemed to have many cracks from broken glass plates at this moment.
With the fanaticism and recklessness of a dying person grasping at the last straw, he asked hastily:
"Please tell me, what is right? What is true faith?"