Only God
Chapter 157 - 135: To Fulfill the Prophecy of the Golden Age

Chapter 157: Chapter 135: To Fulfill the Prophecy of the Golden Age

Both figures were already stone dead, the statues clinging tightly together as though never to be parted.

If there were onlookers, they would certainly sigh at the sight.

Yet aside from the Queen herself, who would pay heed to her years of suffering?

The Queen had long become numb; to her, the King’s expression at the time of death seemed ridiculous and disgusting.

Queen Isis walked to the corridor, her gaze fixed ahead, waiting for a while.

After ensuring that no one was disturbed by the noise in the bedroom, the Queen returned inside.

The Witch stared with interest at the two stone statues on the bed.

"I find it hard to understand you mortals."

Her tone, usually even, now carried a hint of amusement.

"Great Curse God Yikabe,"

Queen Isis walked up to the Witch, gracefully kneeling before her,

"Mortal love is only bewildering to mortals.

Yet, what does such love account for to a Divine Being like yourself?"

The Witch eyed the Queen Isis before her.

She was indeed Curse God Yikabe of the Celestial Kingdom.

Specifically, only her soul was.

Her current Witch’s body was a Divine Descent Container meticulously prepared by Queen Isis.

"Esteemed Curse God, when my son ascends the throne, when I become Regent, I will follow your every command to fulfill the Prophecy of the Golden Age."

Queen Isis spoke with utmost loyalty.

Yikabe watched the Queen, Isis bowed her head low before Her, daring not to show the slightest disrespect.

She had come to earth following the orders of Divine King Shan En to fulfill the three prophecies of the early Golden Age.

After Prophetic God Kagawus had made three prophecies for the early Golden Age, He went further on that basis to make another prophecy.

This was a prophecy about a prophecy.

From this prophecy about a prophecy, She glimpsed that the Golden Age would be immensely glorious, and it pointed Divine King Shan En to the key figures in the prophecy.

One of them was Queen Isis, right in front of Yikabe.

Thus, months earlier, Yikabe appeared before her and in the time following, orchestrated her most crucial schemes.

"Queen Isis, you are involved with the third prophecy."

Yikabe gently informed.

Queen Isis nodded solemnly.

"I will follow your command to fulfill the prophecy of the Golden Age."

Yikabe nodded slightly.

"However, great Curse God, I have a question regarding the Golden Age."

Just as Yikabe prepared to leave, Queen Isis spoke out.

"Ask."

"Esteemed Curse, Your Divine Power is so mighty, why not simply destroy all members of the Royal Family except for my child and me?

In this way, my child could still ascend to the throne and I could continue as Regent."

Queen Isis voiced her puzzlement.

Directly annihilating mortals should be so easy for the supremely powerful Gods.

"Isis, the Gods have their rules, there are covenants among the Gods in the Celestial Kingdom."

Yikabe stated emotionlessly:

"We cannot violate the agreements among the Gods.

We can only let mortals destroy themselves; the most Gods can do is to incite and bestow grace."

Queen Isis stood stunned for a moment.

"So it is... Thank you for clarifying my doubt, praise be to you, great Curse God."

Yikabe paid no heed to the Queen, turned around, and raised a hand, the Witch’s body suddenly transformed into a wisp of smoke.

In an instant, Yikabe left, vanished without a trace.

Queen Isis looked at the two stone statues on the bed, her eyes icy cold.

She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, the Queen grabbed a dagger and stabbed her own arm.

Blood spurted out, staining the velvet red.

The severe pain brought tears to her eyes, but the Queen did not wipe them away. Instead, she stared at the King’s stone statue and cried out in extreme panic and despair.

"Witch, witch killed the King! She has fled! Fled!

Oton and his Esia... are dead, all dead...

Ah! My poor Oton,

the father of my child!

How did you turn into a stone?"

...

The Queen’s continuous screams of panic alarmed the nobles and ministers in the palace.

When the nobles and ministers hurried into the bedroom, they encountered a horrifying scene.

King Oton and his male favorite had both turned into stone statues, while the Queen lay on the ground, her body covered in blood.

The nobles and ministers panicked, circling the bed fearfully, unable to believe what they were seeing.

The Queen threw herself onto the stone statue of Oton, crying loudly,

"Witch, that damned witch! She deceived us... Kagawus, why is our fate so miserable! Gods, why must you torment us like this!"

Queen Isis’s voice was hoarse with exertion, deceiving everyone present.

They looked at the Queen with sympathy.

How pitiful, the Queen had to watch her husband turn into a stone statue, and she herself was injured, continuously bleeding.

Only the old Priest stood dumbfounded, watching everything unfold.

His Majesty the King... dead? Turned into a stone statue?

"Isn’t it supposed to be only Esia? Isn’t it supposed to be only him who dies?"

The great shock triggered turmoil within the old Priest’s heart.

Queen Isis turned her head, looking at her uncle.

"It was him! It was him! He brought the witch here!"

Queen Isis showed a look of terror.

Her slender finger pointed at the old Priest in the crowd, making a fierce accusation.

The nobles and ministers turned their heads incredulously toward the highly respected old Priest.

"Yes, yes, it was he who took the witch to see His Majesty!"

"Kagawus, punish him! He killed the King!"

"I swear, the witch was introduced to us by him!"

The nobles and ministers suddenly identified the culprit, and they converged on the old Priest with force.

"No, no, it was the Queen’s order, this is..."

The old Priest had not managed to say what he intended before he was pinned to the ground by the nobles and ministers.

"I never thought of betraying the King, the witch, the witch is the Queen’s..."

"Shut up, do you think we would believe you?!"

A minister loyal to the King rebuked him, eyes flashing menacingly.

The old Priest’s eyes widened, realizing that no matter what he said now, he would be unable to defend himself.

Here, no one knew that Queen Isis was the mastermind behind it all.

Queen Isis had always hidden it well; no one would discover her connection with the witch.

And...

All this time, he had introduced the witch to the nobles of the Royal Capital at the Queen’s request, he had backed the witch with his own credibility.

Despair welled up in the old Priest’s eyes as he stared in disbelief at Queen Isis.

His niece, still clinging to the stone statue of the King, wept bitterly, lamenting her tragic fate.

Her sorrow was so genuinely expressed, no one could spot any trace of deceit.

It all seemed as if...

the King’s death had nothing to do with his wife.

She was merely a victim, a wife who had lost her husband.