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Chapter 870: 724: Coronation_2

Chapter 870: Chapter 724: Coronation_2

But perhaps due to the youth’s tall stature, the overall look didn’t seem too bulky.

Catalina stared at him for a long while.

Then she slowly began, “You now look just like the Golden Square last night. It’s called ‘Golden Square’, right?”

Xu Shuo glanced at her upon hearing this.

Then he looked towards the Church Acolyte standing by his side.

The Church Acolyte immediately stepped forward, pulled open the golden brocade in his hands, and handed over a brand new Sun Crown to him.

Xu Shuo wore it himself, making a few adjustments until it felt comfortable.

This Sun Crown still featured a half-mask style.

But it was even more extravagant and luxurious than the usual one the Pope of Light wore, with carved inscriptions and a stacked gold and jade design; the symbol of the Sun Crown was even twice as large as his head.

From a distance,

it looked as if there was a sun sitting atop his head.

After donning the Sun Crown,

Xu Shuo turned his head to look at Catalina once more.

Catalina: “…”

Catalina thought for a moment: “It looks just like this cathedral.”

At that moment, the Church Acolyte respectfully passed a golden staff to him.

The staff was about ten feet long, and the top also featured the symbol of the Sun Crown from the Holy See of Light, but at its center was a floating orb slowly revolving, emitting a gentle and brilliant light.

Xu Shuo took hold of the Staff of Light.

The light from the staff faintly pulsed, and in that moment it was as if all heaven and earth were alight, the invisible Power of Faith spreading outwards in all directions.

Catalina was left speechless.

She thought to herself, even as an Envoy of Dawn, she didn’t have attire that seemed as if the God of Light had descended upon the world, right?

The Pope of Light at this moment, appeared like the supreme and noble God of Light himself.

Holy, solemn, lofty, and grand.

Catalina: …Feels a bit sour.

…

…

The Throne of Light was already waiting outside.

Catalina was still accompanying Xu Shuo by his side.

However, today Catalina did not need to hold up his hair for him.

Because the skillful Church Acolyte had specially braided the Pope’s hair a bit shorter; although the long, flowing silver hair still fell to his calves, at least it won’t drag on the floor anymore.

This time’s Throne of Light.

Was held in the open air.

The Pope sat dignified and solemn on the golden throne, with the stone-faced envoy of the Heresy Tribunal standing by his side, accompanied by the sound of a horn.

The Holy Seat set forth from the cathedral.

The roads leading to Constantinople were lined with densely packed crowds.

In the Royal Capital, even ordinary citizens dressed up for such days, holding baskets of flowers, scattering petals along the streets, their faces beaming with smiles.

Catalina kept her gaze straight ahead.

But in reality, being surrounded by multitudes of people, she felt so stiff she dared not move at all.

Not like the person beside her, who could even leisurely tilt his head, one hand holding the Staff of Light while the other’s elbow rested on the arm of the throne, propping up his head.

If the occasion had not been so inappropriate.

If the Priesthood weren’t watching from behind,

Catalina suspected that he could even become bored enough to casually cross his legs.

In fact, just the tilt of his head.

The Priesthood had already gone dark in their eyes.

Catalina tugged at the corner of her mouth, her facial expression blurred by the white veil hanging from her headdress, and so she quietly glanced sideways at the surrounding situation.

“Yesterday I saw them munching on sunflower seeds watching the excitement, how did they learn to throw flowers in welcome today?”

Catalina complained in a low voice.

Xu Shuo’s lips curled up ever so slightly.

“Acting has to be done comprehensively.”

Though his lips did not move, his voice clearly reached Catalina’s ears.

The Royal Capital is the only place where the Holy Court cannot infiltrate its faith.

It can be said that the Holy Court is still unsure about the real attitudes of the people there towards the Church of Light.

Whether it’s watching the spectacle or lining up to welcome,

All can be feigned.

All depends on the will of those in power.

…

The Holy Seat processed very slowly.

Last night, the journey from the manor to Constantinople took only a quarter of an hour.

Today, in broad daylight, it took an entire hour.

The coronation ceremony was also in Constantinople.

As the palace of the empire, not only was Constantinople the residence of the King, it was also a venue for the empire’s executive meetings, and at the same time, it was the largest library in the entire empire.

Following the coronation process of the previous kings, the new king should go to the City of Light cathedral personally.

Although today was different from the past,

By rights, the coronation ceremony should have taken place in the cathedral of the Royal Capital.

However, Wald XVIII, with his tactful voice and forceful attitude, expressed the desire to have the coronation in Constantinople, suggesting that if the Pope of Light found it inconvenient, he could bestow blessings from the cathedral.

Listen to those words.

The Pope of Light had already reached the Royal Capital.

It was now just a matter of switching to Constantinople for the coronation.

Could they still refuse?

The Priesthood sneered and agreed.

…

…

At noon.

Prince Simon was dressed to the nines.

He stood in front of the Gate of Palas in Constantinople, wearing the new king’s regalia, his face one of tragic sorrow.

There was no sense of joy for the coronation at all.

Last night, when his brother Lier visited, Prince Simon, who was already in Constantinople, suffered no harm, but he was still frightened.

In the middle of the night,

He once again mustered courage to seek out Wald XVIII.

Prince Simon timidly explained his incompetence to his father, recounted his cowardice, implying that he did not wish to become the new king, he was indifferent to whoever his father passed the throne to.

However, his father spoke only one sentence to him.

That made Prince Simon realize,

There was no turning back for him.

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