NOVPUBChapter 1477: 665 Arrival of the Saintess_2 Chapter 1477: 665 Arrival of the Saintess_2 Randa carefully analyzed, the arrival of the Saintess could potentially dilute the Holy Master’s prestige among the people, but he still chose to do so, which could only mean that the Saintess’ appearance would bring him greater benefits.
What could it be?
Randa paced around the room, the timing was crucial.
The Crown Prince was set, the Saintess descended.
Randa suddenly looked up, her eyes glinting with the light of understanding.
Although Prince Brooklyn was on the same side as the Holy Master, no one knows what lurks in another person’s heart.
Prince Brooklyn is cunning, who could tell whether he might overthrow the Holy Master once he ascends to the throne?
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The Holy Master introduced the Saintess at this time to achieve a balance of power.
Having attained his current level of prestige in just ten years, this Holy Master was truly formidable.
To balance Huck’s power is not a simple matter, so the choice of Saintess is crucial.
She must be someone the Holy Master truly trusts.
Now that it is certain that the Saintess is a woman, Randa dared to make a bold guess.
The simplest and most straightforward way to deal with a man was to use a Beauty to ensnare him.
As the saying goes, even heroes find it hard to resist beauty.
Randa smiled, “Of course, I can’t waste the Holy Master’s meticulous arrangements.”
It was at this moment that Randa confirmed that her death was approved by the Holy Master.
After all, her presence as a foreign princess was the biggest obstacle to the Saintess’ progress.
Randa walked to the desk and quickly wrote an invitation, asking Samuel to deliver it to the Holy Temple himself.
By nightfall, Randa met the Silver Armor Guard. 𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
Finally, the Holy Master agreed to see her.
Stepping into the Holy Temple, the unique serenity of the place made Randa subconsciously nervous.
In fact, she felt no confidence.
She had no choice but to gamble.
Thinking of Julius here made Randa feel more relaxed.
After a long walk, Randa was taken to a grand hall.
Randa had been to many renowned churches and it took her breath away.
But she did not hold back, instead, she observed the mural on the wall appreciatively.
There was no Silver Armor Guard in the hall, and the silence was deafening.
Randa marveled at the mural and didn’t notice the silhouette behind the bead curtain.
“Do you like it?”
A soft voice sounded.
Randa got a fright and immediately knelt down: “Randa pays her respects to the Holy Master.”
In the ensuing chaos, she was amazed that the voice unveiled a tender and soothing sentiment.
The Holy Master is a woman.
This further strengthens Randa’s conjecture.
“You are a princess of a country, noble and dignified, no need to kneel before me.”
Randa stood up and looked, a graceful figure was vaguely visible behind the bead curtain.
“The mural depicts a classic Western myth.
Persephone, the youngest daughter of Demeter and Zeus, was kidnapped by Hades while playing in the garden.
When Demeter found out, she descended from Mount Olympus in a mad search for her daughter.
The pain of losing her daughter enraged her and caused drought and famine in the Earthly world.”
Randa slowly narrated as if telling a story: “Zeus tried to persuade Hades to release Persephone, and the gods finally agreed that Persephone would spend two-thirds of the year with her mother and the rest with Hades.
This is the ancient origin of our seasons.
During winter, she stays with her husband while in spring she returns to her mother’s side.”
Randa shook her head: “In this mural, I see a mother’s unconditional love for her daughter.
The mother’s rage caused irreparable calamity to the Earthly world.
This anxiety of mother-daughter separation possesses world-shattering power.
Such love is both sweet and binding.
Although in the end, the mother won, she regained her daughter, but facing such a possessive mother, for her daughter, wouldn’t it be the same as facing another Hades?”
The hall fell silent.
Randa murmured: “I think you must miss your daughter very much.”
The moment her words fell, every hair on Randa’s body stood on end.
An overwhelming pressure descended upon her, and in an instant, Randa felt like she was in the icy depths of Hell.
That moment seemed to last for an eternity.
When facing an extremely powerful and intelligent superior, honesty is the best way to save oneself.
When the pressure lifted, Randa let out a deep breath.
She had made the right gamble.
