NOVPUBChapter 1508: The Destination of the Holy Maiden_2 Chapter 1508: The Destination of the Holy Maiden_2 The entire coronation ceremony was lengthy and complicated.
Afterward, there was the King’s oath-taking ceremony.
A children’s choir sang hymns, and everything proceeded in a slow and orderly manner.
The King walked to the altar.
After completing his oath, he lifted his scepter and loudly promised to rule with a heart of kindness, protecting the nation and its citizens.
The gemstone ring on his thumb twinkled, and the diamond crown on his head was unparalleled in the world.
Apart from the diplomatic corps, everyone in attendance knelt on one knee, shouting praises to the King in a show of respect.
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The representatives of the diplomatic corps removed their hats and bowed in respect. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓾𝒷.𝒸ℴ𝓂
This was an ordinary day in Percival, but also a day that would be recorded in history.
The clouds that had been gloomy all morning finally broke to reveal a ray of sunlight.
The diamonds on the King’s crown shone even more brilliantly in its light.
Below the crown, the young man was handsome and dignified, his pair of deep black eyes calmly watching the citizens at his feet.
It is said that a new official begins with three fires, and the new king was no exception.
He enacted a series of laws in favor of the citizens, and was supposed to announce a general amnesty for non-capital offenders.
This is a tradition among all kings, but for unknown reasons, the new king made no such announcement.
“The Saintess is the divine gift to the people of Percival.
I will execute God’s will.
Two years from now, on the day of the Saintess’s coming-of-age ceremony, I will marry her.
And hereby announce to the spirits and the world itself.”
Although many people had guessed the fate of the Saintess, everyone was still a bit surprised when the King confirmed it himself.
Though Anton Cook had learned some of the local language these days, he was unable to understand such formal speech and quietly asked Kelly Martinez, who stood behind him, “What did he say?”
Kelly Martinez raised an eyebrow and whispered in response.
Anton Cook frowned: “The Saintess is only sixteen?”
Prince Aspen instinctively glanced at Princess Randa, seeing that she seemed nonchalant he said, “Sister, if you want to cry, just cry.
I won’t laugh at you.”
Randa glanced at him, “You don’t understand anything, I’ve escaped from the fire pit.”
Aspen initially thought she was just pretending to be strong.
His sister was very proud.
She had come across the miles for a marriage alliance, but was preempted by the Saintess.
No matter how cheerful Randa seemed to be, Aspen would only think she was talking tough.
“It’s alright, little brother will take it out on your behalf.”
The King’s gaze tenderly looked towards the church entrance, everyone followed his gaze instinctively.
The sunlight penetrated through the layers of clouds, casting a charming warmth.
A girl dressed in white walked slowly along the red carpet.
She had black long hair, the extreme contrast of black and white added a unique and ethereal chill to her persona.
She seemed to be surrounded by a thin smoke, subtle and ethereal, creating an illusion of being unreal or not quite there.
Cello Cook was taken aback, instinctively looking towards Anton Cook.
Anton Cook looked intently at the girl in white.
His hands clenched into fists and his chest heaved with rapid breaths.
Cello Cook didn’t think he’d mistaken the person and according to the information gathered, that person was undoubtedly in Percival.
Anton had insisted on coming this time, making Cello Cook feel that something was not right.
It looked like Anton had known something for a while now.
Thinking about Master Kurong’s words, Cello Cook shook his head.
Kelly Martinez instinctively straightened her body, staring unwaveringly at her.
Although the girl’s face was covered with a veil and her face was not visible, even if she turned into ashes, Kelly Martinez would recognize her.
In fact, this was the first time many people had seen the Saintess rumored.
She was very young and had a unique temperament, which struck the heart at a glance.
There are countless beauties in the world, but she was the only one who was so beautiful that people dare not offend.
This is the spirit of the Saintess, noble, holy, and inviolable.
The King descended the stairs, took the young lady’s right hand, and together they slowly ascended the high platform.
Under countless gazes, they stood side by side, announcing her identity to the world.
“The King is fickle, truly a fine man.
I wonder how you’re going to explain this to our royal family?”
A mocking voice suddenly rang out, in an environment so quiet you could hear a pin drop, everything suddenly fell into a bizarre silence.
Countless eyes turned towards where the voice came from.
There was no need for everyone to look – he stepped out himself.
Dressed in a prince’s ceremonial attire, Prince Aspen walked out from the delegation, and two Silver Armor Guards immediately approached him.
The King waved his hand, signaling the Silver Armor Guards to back off.
Ignoring Princess Randa’s shriek behind him, Aspen walked onto the red carpet in the center, his gaze wandering over the three people at the top, finally landing on Young Lady White’s face.
“My sister, Princess Randa, a princess of a kingdom, and you’ve allowed an unknown woman to humiliate her.
King, if you cannot give me an explanation today, not just me, but my royal brother would never agree, and the citizens of our kingdom would surely be upset.”
Everyone looked at Aspen as if they were looking at a madman.
This was the first time in history someone dared to cause trouble at a King’s coronation ceremony.
It was a typical case of fools rushing in where angels fear to tread.
People had gradually forgotten about his sister, but his uproar just drew everyone’s attention back to Randa, causing her more embarrassment.
Everyone wondered, was this young prince really Randa’s biological brother?
Aspen didn’t care how others judged him.
He pointed at Young Lady White and raised his voice, saying, “Hiding your face in fear, do you dare to unveil yourself in front of everyone?
Competing for my sister’s man, are you worthy?”
The King stood in front of the young lady, his tall figure completely overshadowing the slim girl in his shadow.
Though he was smiling, his eyes were cold and merciless as he looked down at Aspen.
“The one who signed the marriage alliance with the King of Salan Kingdom was the former Queen Consort.
The one who broke your agreement was also the former Queen Consort.
Prince Aspen, you’re blaming the wrong person, aren’t you?”
Aspen was choked with surprise.
He didn’t know about this.
“Wasn’t the former Queen Consort also your mother?
My sister married into your kingdom to become the Queen.
You should honor your promise and marry my sister.”
This was simply nonsensical rambling.
And it completely hit the King’s sore spot.
The former Queen Consort was a taboo subject in Percival.
This young prince really wasn’t afraid of death.
The King’s lips curved into a gentle smile, “Princess Randa, do you feel the same?”
Randa stepped forward, glared fiercely at Aspen, lowered her head and said, “Aspen’s words are nonsense.
I hope the King and the Saintess can give him a chance to correct his ways for his young age.
Randa will certainly discipline him.”
“Sis…”
“Shut up!” Randa slapped him harshly across the face and rebuked, “I know you’re not happy with me, but you can’t publicly humiliate me like this, Aspen, I am very disappointed in you.”
Aspen clutched his face and looked shocked into silence.
Randa returned to face the King, bowed her body respectfully, and said: “Your Majesty, the contract signed between my royal brother and the former Queen Consort explicitly states that I was engaged to the deposed prince.
Randa admits that she has moral failings and is unworthy of being the Queen Consort.
I hope Aspen’s nonsense won’t affect your and the Saintess’s relationship.
Here, Randa apologizes to you both on his behalf.
I will certainly urge my brother to discipline him strictly in the future.”
The King smiled faintly: “Princess Randa, I won’t bear a grudge against a child.”
“The King’s generosity is our citizens’ fortune.”
Randa bowed respectfully.
