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The eyes of everyone in the square were devoutly focused on the crown and on the new Pope.
Queen Keshia took a deep breath and recited the coronation oath word by word.
"In the name of the Father, the Son of Man, and the Holy Spirit, and in the name of the centuries-old heritage of Polante, I hereby bear witness to the fact that this crown left by the first pope will be handed over to the orthodox successor of the Polante Church, Siglia Anastasius. I wish her nobility, wisdom, and benevolence, and I wish that the Polante country she belongs to will have a long life and that the people will prosper."
The moment the oath was sworn, Queen Keshia entrusted the crown to Sieglei.
The golden crown sparkled brightly, making Sigler's face look even more noble.
Cheers, applause, tears, the joy from the heart seemed to break through the sky and reach the clouds.
Sieglei stared at the crown in front of her and placed it on her head.
A trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes, and she glanced at the stairs, but she knew it was impossible for her to see the figure she wanted to see.
But she had to smile.
"I swear in the name of God and the people that I will live up to their expectations."
She raised her scepter high, looked around, and spoke again.
The bells rang melodiously, the hymns floated in the air, and the morning light shone through the rose windows, gilding the entire Papal Hall. When the sun broke through the clouds and illuminated everything, Siegfried solemnly held up the scepter and led all the people to sing the melody of St. Polanyi's national anthem in unison, bringing the coronation ceremony to its climax.
"Work diligently and conscientiously, win people over with virtue, govern the world with justice, and restore Saint-Pierre to its former glory!"
Sigler's voice was firm and heroic, reaching the sky.
Amidst the thunderous cheers, thousands of white doves fluttered into the sky and turned into a white cloud.
The morning light shines through the clouds, enveloping the entire square in a golden halo.
……
Hours passed.
The coronation ceremony came to an end, the noise of the lively Hersare faded away, and the new Pope Sigra of Saint Polante returned to her throne room.
Behind the heavy oak door is a magnificent scene. The towering dome is painted with the newly restored murals of St. Polante's Church, and the walls have been re-inlaid with emeralds and amethysts in the colors requested by the new Pope.
At the end of the stairs is the unchanging throne of Pope Saint Pontiff.
Sieglie sat bored on the throne, staring blankly at the empty throne room.
Her thoughts seemed to drift back to more than ten years ago.
When she was still a street thug in Hersharem.
I never thought that I would become Pope one day.
At that time, she had to worry about being hunted by the vampires every day and couldn't sleep well.
Everything changed after receiving a business to escort a customer to the land of eternal night.
Their story also began.
"Remember that time, I said that one day I would be strong enough to protect you, so you would not suffer any loss if you trained me to be the strongest warrior... But you always smiled and said I was stupid. In your eyes, I would never grow up."
Sieglie murmured.
She is actually a mature woman.
Gradually I understand the pain of liking someone but not being able to pursue them.
She knew that she couldn't keep the man, and fate had determined that they were not destined to have a happy ending in this life.
From the first moment she met him, she understood the fate of a martyr written in his eyes.
Even so, she still couldn't forget many beautiful fantasies.
"Without you to crown me, this throne is so cold to me..."
Tears welled up in her eyes, which were filled with memories. They were empty and tired, no longer as strong as they were outside in the morning.
If possible, she hoped to meet him again.
The silence of the Vatican cannot hide the sadness.
The goddess statue has a compassionate face, holding a bright lamp and gazing at all living beings.
The long red carpet extended all the way to the foot of the throne. On the candlesticks on both sides, the sacred fire burned quietly, reflecting the murals of reincarnation legends on the marble walls.
After a long time.
There was a knock on the door of the throne room.
"Please come in."
Sieglie wiped her tears, regained her serious expression, and preached in the direction of the main entrance of the throne room.
The throne room is a space that only the Pope can enter on his own.
Anyone else who wants to come in must get permission from the Pope.
In fact, to a certain extent, they broke into the throne room two days ago with Lanclos's consent.
It's just that people in the world don't know it.
The heavy oak door opened and everyone standing at the door saw only the solemn new Pope.
Sieglie's hands rested casually on the armrests of the throne, her posture unchanged as she looked at the clergy who had come to the throne room.
In addition to the important figures in the church who were present at the meeting, there were several bishops in pure white robes on the left, important officials of the Pope's Office in blue and black suits on the right, as well as the Chief Inquisitor who fought alongside her, the Chief Paladin, and the Grand Justice of the Holy Court who jointly led this battle.
Chief Justice Elm, wearing a black robe and the silver scale emblem of the Holy Court on his chest, took a step forward.
"Your Majesty, news just came that the chaos in the southern Horning Empire has expanded. They said that the white-robed people wearing silver-white masks are slaughtering provinces indiscriminately. Hundreds of thousands of civilians are killed every minute and every second. They also informed the surrounding countries meaningfully. After hearing the news, the attitudes of other countries towards our theocracy are becoming increasingly severe."
Elm knelt on one knee and reported.
He spoke very tactfully, and everyone knew who the man in the white robe and silver mask was.
Hearing this, Sieglei remained surprisingly calm.
"Although the situation is serious, we cannot afford to panic. The most urgent task is to strengthen the defense in the south and be ready to fight Lanclos at any time. The whole country is under martial law and we must be vigilant. At the same time, we will send envoys to communicate with neighboring countries and make it clear that Saint Polante will never condone its citizens to commit crimes abroad and will severely punish the perpetrators to appease the people. However, if anyone dares to take advantage of the situation, commit crimes against our people, and discredit our Saint Polante Church, Saint Polante will never sit idly by."
She stood up slowly and spoke calmly, her voice neither humble nor arrogant.
When these words came out, the archbishops were first silent, and then they broke out into a low discussion.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Siglei, with mixed emotions revealed in their eyes.
Everyone understood.
This Sigra is a real hard-line radical.
The name was to attack the former Pope, but in reality it might be to attack the Horning Empire.
It is clearly a military threat to the Honing Empire!
Completely inherited the legacy of the old Pope.
"understood."
Chief Justice Elm saluted and withdrew with the other dignitaries of the Papal Office.
Originally they were worried that the new Pope Siegfried would have significant differences in decision-making with the old Pope.
It now appears that the new Pope is a female and physical version of the old Pope.
With her here, the Holy Spirit Kingdom will surely usher in a glorious and magnificent era.
……
Two days later.
In the sunset, the fateful place, St. Trik.
Looking down from a high place, the winding Rhine River divides the city into two like a golden ribbon, and the reflections on the river are particularly dazzling.
Along the riverbank, St. Terrick's Cathedral stands in the dusk, and people on the nearby Horning Empire Square stroll and chat, enjoying the quiet and peaceful time after get off work.
On the south side of the river, the Moonlight Tower, carved from a single piece of marble, is surrounded by spiral staircases and corridors.
The observation deck on the top of the tower looks particularly magnificent when the sun rises, like a sky garden suspended in the morning glow.
Lanqi was now standing on the edge of the observation deck overlooking the city.
[You have arrived at Saint Trik, the southernmost capital of the Horning Empire.]
[You are the embodiment of the calamity from heaven, standing on the lives of millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, and hundreds of millions. Your execution is so fast that even Saint Trik did not realize your arrival.]
[You have wiped out all the lives and troops of the provinces along the way.]
"Magnificent sunset."
Lanqi looked at the setting sun and muttered to himself.
"But it's already dusk?"
A voice sounded in his mind.
Thalia asked.
"It's just that the sunset is so beautiful."
He answered,
"It's time to finish the last thing before sunset."
The words on the Mirror of Tiberius continued, climbing up to the observation deck of the Moonlight Tower like vines, forming densely packed, surrounding demonic words.
You will choose:
A.Wantless destruction
[B. Raid on Blood Boundary]
【C. Lurking tour】
[D. Personal intervention]
[Life remaining: 0 days, 07 hours, 31 minutes]
This time, Lanqi had no intention of looking for the streets he had walked on when he first arrived on the North Shore.
It was no longer meaningful to ask the residents of St. Trik for their opinions.
"This is the last choice."