NOVPUBChapter 1495: 669 Mother and Daughter Reunion_2 Chapter 1495: 669 Mother and Daughter Reunion_2 The lightning and thunder in the sky continued, the stormy winds almost blurring people’s vision, but the mysterious figure on the litter seemed to exude a calming effect, making everyone stare blankly at the retreating litter, their eyes unconsciously following the obscured silhouette.
This was an incredibly surreal yet breathtaking scene, making it difficult to discern between dream and reality.
A bolt of silver-white lightning illuminated the strong face of the Silver Armor Guard marching in front of the litter.
It was indeed the leader of the Green Dragon Silver Armor Guards.
The other three litter bearers were the guard leaders of the Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Divine Art respectively; such an honor has not been bestowed upon anyone other than the Holy Master.
Then, the mysterious person on the litter must be the rumored Saintess.
Everyone knelt down, offering words of worship and adoration.
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The Silver Armor Guards lifted the litter onto the high platform, and then gently put it down.
“She’s a fake, she’s not the Saintess, don’t be deceived by them,” a sudden voice injected into the scene and shocked everyone.
A young woman forged through the crowd, rushing onto the platform, and the guards surrounding the platform immediately tried to seize her.
She grabbed a dagger and held it against her own neck with a face of grim determination.
“Do you not fear divine retribution for deceiving the people?” she retorted.
“Even if I have to risk my life, I will strip you of your fraudulent masks.”
No sooner had she said this, then a deafening thunder roared overhead, the ground seeming to tremble beneath their feet.
Green Dragon waved his hand, signaling the guards to back down, “Let her speak.”
Murmurs emerged from the crowd.
The woman turned to face the multitude, shouting at the top of her lungs, “Don’t let them deceive you, she’s not the Saintess, she’s a fake.
They are using her to manipulate you.
Trust me, there’s no such thing as a Saintess in this world.”
Although the woman’s command of the Percival Language was not proficient, it did not hinder everyone from understanding.
A great debate erupted among the people, their faces showing a mix of confusion, shock, and anger at the perceived deception.
“What evidence do you have to prove that the Saintess is a fake? 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
On what basis are you slandering the Saintess?” some of the people angrily retorted.
“Indeed, on what grounds do you question the Saintess?” More and more people chose to hold firm to their faith.
“Because it is not a god that blesses you, but you yourselves.
Your thinking has been paralyzed.
I know it takes time to awaken, but you can’t continue to be so deceived.”
The woman pleaded earnestly, then abruptly turned and pointed towards the obscured figure behind the screen.
“Can she dispel disasters?
Can she cure diseases?
Ridiculous, she’s just a tool to fool you all and you actually believe it.
I find it truly pitiful for all of you.”
Frequent thunderbolts came one after another, the world plunged into pitch-black desolation.
Only the occasional lightning bolt provided an elusive glimpse of light.
Alora Hart turned in triumph, looking at the Silver Armor Guards.
A month ago, these Silver Armor Guards cruelly trampled her dignity.
Today, she planned her retaliation.
These people wouldn’t dare kill her.
Everyone knew that the Holy Master was benevolent and would not kill without cause.
If she died today, the people would doubt them, no longer trust them, and the Saintess’s reputation would plummet.
They wouldn’t risk such a consequence.
It was well known that the Crown Prince was supported by the Holy Master, while the emergence of the Saintess seemed more like a tool for the Holy Master to restrain the Crown Prince.
The relationship between these two sides was not as harmonious as it appeared on the surface.
They only needed to create a fissure and those seeds of doubt would spread like an infectious virus, eventually breaking apart.
Today, she bravely stood up and resolved this deadlock for the Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince would surely remember her.
She was not like these mentally paralyzed commoners.
She was a woman of a new era.
Alora Hart wore a confident smile on her face.
What about the Saintess?
Once her fraudulent mask was removed, she was nothing more than a pitiful tool.
Did the Crown Prince understand her painstaking efforts?
“The Saintess is a blessing from the gods, how dare you slander her?” a clear voice burst through the chaotic scene, dispelling the foggy confusion.
A tall, refined man was walking towards them.
“It’s His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.” The people were excited.
Alora Hart looked towards the approaching man, her eyes full of captivated surprise.
But she soon regained her composure: “Your Royal Highness, please believe me.
If she is truly the Saintess, then how do you explain these strange celestial phenomena?
I think she’s more like a vile spirit.
Please don’t be fooled by her.”
