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Chapter 873: 725: Giving You a Chance for Redemption_2

Chapter 873: Chapter 725: Giving You a Chance for Redemption_2

The words fell.

Duke Blaine’s face turned livid with anger.

Princess Fiona’s remark undoubtedly put Prince Simon on the stake to be grilled. Indeed, at this moment, everyone’s gaze unconsciously gathered on Prince Simon.

Prince Simon had already lifted his head due to the disruption at the coronation.

But he still maintained a position of kneeling on one knee.

Listening to the faint murmurs around his ears.

Prince Simon’s face was pale, and the cold sweat seeping from his forehead already revealed his anxiety, but he kept his lips sealed, never uttering a word.

Prince Simon: I don’t want to be king either.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t say anything.

Prince Simon clenched his teeth and stared ahead.

His gaze fell on the sweep of golden robes, carefully tracing the sunflower pattern embroidered on the robe, seemingly just looking for something to distract himself.

He tried not to focus on the noises around him, pretending he was deaf, a convict silently waiting for his sentence.

“It seems Brother Simon has nothing to say.”

The crisp voice rang out again.

Like a needle piercing into his ears.

Prince Simon, staring intently ahead, sniffed, thinking in his mind: why does this sunflower pattern have sixteen lines, why not seventeen or eighteen?

Then, the voice of the Senate rose again, seemingly defending him.

It’s tough for them to find reasons for him.

Prince Simon thought: Why is the sun golden? Why not use red threads for embroidery?

After the Senate’s voice.

There was Prince Golan’s loud and mocking voice again.

Prince Simon thought: This garment seems to be made of white fabric, but it looks golden, and I don’t know what material they used.

The noise around him grew louder.

Apart from the Senate, the nobles and the dignitaries of the Varo Royal Family all started arguing over the throne.

Fighting laughably over a single throne.

Prince Simon thought: This must be a very rare fabric.

Just as he was about to think about nothing.

A cold, calm voice suddenly sounded in his mind, like ice-cold water entering his throat, suddenly and sharply invading all his thoughts.

“Is it beautiful?”

Prince Simon’s spine stiffened suddenly.

He instinctively raised his head slightly and saw the shining Sun Crown helmet, with a golden halo at the center, from which sixteen rays of light spread radially.

Just like the pattern he saw on the garment.

For no reason.

It had sixteen rays of light.

Beneath the helmet was a half-covered face, only revealing a fair, jade-like chin and slightly curved lips.

Prince Simon swallowed.

Just as he felt he was hallucinating and was about to lower his eyelids tremblingly, that voice sounded again.

“The fabric is not expensive, woven in our own mansion.”

Prince Simon: “…”

Prince Simon shuddered, moving from kneeling on one knee to kneeling on both knees.

He was caught red-handed daydreaming about someone else’s Church of Light’s garment; would the envoy from the Heresy Tribunal chop him down right then and there?

I heard that the Heresy Tribunal’s methods are cruel.

Before being killed, they would first divide…

“Since you don’t want to die, maybe you could be given a chance for redemption.”

Hearing this.

Prince Simon suddenly looked up.

“The God of Light will shelter each of His followers.”

The voice was cold yet holy and bright.

Bowing his head, Prince Simon looked up, saw the sixteen rays of the Sun Crown, and saw the noon sun pouring down on that golden surface, emitting a holy and dazzling light.

Like hope, as well as salvation.

…

“Prince Simon indeed is incapable of shouldering the great responsibilities of the empire, but if Prince Golan is to receive this honor, I am wholeheartedly willing to concede!”

In the midst of this noisy dispute.

The first royal of the Varo Royal Family made a statement.

Princess Teresa, the nineteen-year-old princess, stepped forward, expressing her approval as a royal that Prince Golan should become the new king.

Her action.

Was like a fuse.

The royals of the Varo Royal Family who desired the throne naturally were not few, and it could even be said everyone deeply wished to become the ruler of the Varo Empire, but they knew they were not capable, which is why they reluctantly gave up the idea.

But giving up the fight for the throne.

And supporting other siblings.

These are two different matters.

Some people exchanged looks, but upon seeing the gazes of Princess Fiona and Prince Golan, accompanied by the urging eyes of Princess Teresa,

many reluctantly expressed that they were also willing to support the more capable Prince Golan.

If they really had to choose between Prince Simon and Prince Golan.

Actually, most people would prefer to choose Prince Simon.

But if Prince Golan were here with an army, forcing them to make a choice, they would unhesitatingly choose Prince Golan.

Choosing Prince Simon meant choosing someone weak and easy to control.

Choosing Prince Golan was a matter of choosing survival.

“How audacious!”

The Senate could no longer contain their patience.

Someone, who received a signal from a hidden place, looked darkly at the arrogant Prince Golan: “Fourth Prince Golan breaks into the coronation ceremony, intending to rebel and usurp power, a crime not to be forgiven, seize him immediately!”

As soon as these words were uttered, the guards waiting on the sides immediately rushed forward.

But Prince Golan’s reaction was swift; with a wave of his hand, the eager troops behind him also shouted and swarmed forward!

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

The common folk watching around the Gate of Palas began to flee in panic, and the nobles, having lost all decorum, screamed and sought shelter.

On the coronation platform at the Gate of Palas.

The Bright Moon Knight Order and the Radiant Star Knight Order stood in formation around, their gazes steady, expressions calm, daring to chop down anyone who approached, whether Imperial Army or rebels.

This caused no one to dare touch the platform, Prince Golan’s goal merely to suppress these people; seeing this, he refrained from making further trouble for the Holy Court.

After all, once the Senate was suppressed…

His own coronation ceremony would continue.

As for the life of Prince Simon, it was temporarily spared.

…

“Tsk tsk, one last night, and now another today,”

Catalina, slightly relaxed since the Holy Knight Order stood guard outside, peeked through the gaps of the Knight Order to view the drama unfolding.

Catalina curiously asked: “Strange, why didn’t the king take the opportunity to kill you?”

Xu Shuo said lazily: “Probably his side hasn’t deployed yet, otherwise they wouldn’t have let the Fourth Prince talk so much nonsense and still have some back and forth rebuttal.”

Catalina nodded as if understanding: “I see, so is it deployed now?”

Xu Shuo yawned: “Not necessarily, after all, Teresa has already brought the atmosphere to its peak, so even if the Senate doesn’t act now, Prince Golan would make the first move. The Senate probably doesn’t want to lose face, needing to take the initiative.”

Catalina: “Oh, like your Priesthood, a group of old fogeys focused on formality.”

Xu Shuo didn’t respond anymore.

The two then fell silent after a few exchanges.

Suddenly, the bored Catalina turned her gaze to Prince Simon, who was still kneeling there.

Prince Simon: “…”

Cold sweat streamed down.

Prince Simon shivered uncontrollably.

“It’s over.”

Xu Shuo suddenly spoke.

As he finished speaking, like a human wall, the Holy Knight Order also dispersed to the sides, exposing the view outside once again.

There were many people lying on the ground of the platform.

Several were also lying below the Gate of Palas.

A group of nobles huddled together shaking, the Varo Royal Family also lost its composure, a mess from fright, but since they were guarded by the Imperial Army in front, they were mostly unharmed.

The dignitaries of the Senate were in complete disarray.

The scent of blood permeated the avenue at the Gate of Palas.

Prince Golan’s face was ashen pale, his fancy crown lost somewhere, and his cloak was torn; now, several swords held at his throat.

Princess Fiona, covering her mouth, collapsed to the ground.

This operation had been planned for many days.

Since King Wald XVIII announced Prince Simon’s upcoming coronation, Prince Golan’s faction began their meticulous planning, even last night they pushed Prince Lier as a test.

But unexpectedly…

Just like last night, when Prince Lier was suppressed by the Imperial Army instantaneously.

Today’s scenario with Prince Golan was no different.

The two initiated rebellions seemed merely like a joke.

Princess Teresa’s eyes flashed slightly, she cooperated and leaned on Princess Fiona, appearing somewhat dazed, but her gaze stealthily shifted towards the platform of the Gate of Palas.

Papal.

Now, it’s your stage.

…

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