NOVPUBChapter 1494: 669 Mother and Daughter Reunion_1 Chapter 1494: 669 Mother and Daughter Reunion_1 Lunar Year 2028, March, Number Five.
Inracetales, which has been frigidly quiet for several months, has finally welcomed a hint of warmth again.
On the azure horizon, a strand of red light pierces through the darkness, and the red sun gradually rises at the end of the sky, bringing long-lost light to this desolate land.
The morning light spills onto the sea, the waves ripple, and a silver phosphorescence spreads out like countless diamonds on the endless sea, painting an incredibly beautiful, breathtaking scene.
The once bone-chilling cold wind now feels like a lover’s gentle caress on the face, exuding irresistible warmth.
The early morning sunshine also carries a smidgen of warmth, generously poured onto every joyous face, illuminating the endless devotion in their eyes.
This day is a day that the people of Percival will never forget, and it is also a significant day in Percival’s history.
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That’s because their Saintess will descend onto Percival on this day—she is a divine gift with the purest soul in the world.
She will bless their people and protect their nation, keeping them safe from disasters.
All the citizens have voluntarily gathered in the Central Square three days ago, singing praises for the Saintess’ arrival.
They kept on chanting holy songs, and their ten million voices resonate between heaven and earth, creating an earth-shattering sight.
Alora Hart was welcomed by such a scene, even more shocking and grand than the day of the imperial seal ceremony of the Crown Prince.
“What….what is this for?”
“The descent of the Saintess.
Do you know what that represents?”
Alora Hart shook her head and sighed, “This trip is truly worthwhile.”
Bellona Capris hooks her lips up, her gaze cold and sarcastic.
“She will replace the prestige of the Holy Master and become the future Queen Consort.
Here, if she can win the people’s hearts, she will be superior to the monarch.”
Alora Hart had finally grasped the mechanisms of this country.
The most powerful person here is neither the King nor the Crown Prince, but the so-called Holy Master.
The decision to abolish or establish the Crown Prince is solely his.
Upon hearing that the Saintess would be even more powerful than the Holy Master, Alora Hart’s eyes were filled with unstoppable envy, “What a lucky life this Saintess has.
She has everything without doing a thing.”
“You’re really naive.” Bellona Capris chuckled, shaking her head in cold amusement.
“You didn’t bring me here just to see this so-called Saintess, did you?”
Alora Hart was too impulsive.
She wasn’t stupid.
If she didn’t stay on her toes, she might lose her life in this foreign land.
Bellona Capris certainly didn’t save her out of pure kindness.
“The so-called Saintess is nothing but a puppet.
I think you should understand this by now.
If others can play the role of the Saintess, why can’t you?”
Alora Hart laughed, “Ms.
Capris, are you joking?
That Holy Master doesn’t even know me.
I might want the position, but he wouldn’t take a second glance at me.”
“You don’t understand the citizens here.” Bellona Capris hooks her lips again.
“They hate being fooled and deceived.
Especially the Crown Prince, Liam Anderson.”
Bellona Capris laughed again, patting Alora Hart on her shoulder, “You have become a wanted criminal.
I doubt you can ever return to Pethkids.
As for what road you should take in the future, you really should think about it.”
With that, Bellona Capris got up and left.
Alora Hart was sandwiched in the crowd, gazing at the devout faces around her.
She contemplated the distant high platform where she could accept the worship of tens of thousands of citizens.
What would that scene be like?
Just thinking about it excited Alora Hart to the point of loss of control.
She thought back to the time when she saw the dashing Crown Prince.
Such temptation, perhaps no woman in the world could resist.
She felt truly fearless because she had already lost everything.
A touch of madness gradually emerged in Alora Hart’s eyes.
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By dusk, the first clap of spring thunder finally resounded.
A thunderous rumble echoed through the sky.
The horizon glowed with a fiery red haze, and a bolt of silver lightning split apart the crimson sky.
Waves rolled, roaring like beasts.
The alternating brightness and darkness in the sky, accompanied by the howling wind, created a stunning sight that suggested the impending end of the world.
In the square, the citizens gathered together uneasily.
This unease quickly spread.
In fact, such weather happens every year in March, but for some reason, the citizens felt especially panicked this year.
“With the Saintess’ arrival, disasters will be averted.”
A calm voice suddenly resounded through the roaring wind and rain, clearly reaching everyone’s ears.
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.
Four Silver Armor Guards carried a sedan chair, marching slowly towards them.
The crowd automatically parted, creating a path for them.
The sedan chair was surrounded by white gauze.
When the wind blew, a slender figure would be fleetingly visible behind the fluttering curtain.
