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Chapter 874: 726: Let Me Be Crowned as King

Chapter 874: Chapter 726: Let Me Be Crowned as King

Teresa was not only an undercover agent for the Holy Court.

She was also a spy for Prince Golan.

For a certain period, she was specifically assigned to instigate trouble around Prince Lier, ultimately driving him to start a rebellion last night in high spirits.

After the rebellion, Teresa ran back to Prince Golan’s camp.

She continued to fan the flames, falsely reporting that the strength of the Imperial Army was not significant and that it suffered heavy losses in the clash with Prince Lier’s forces, and that her father was frightened by last night’s attack and suddenly fell ill.

At the coronation ceremony this morning.

Indeed, Wald XVIII was not present.

Upon further investigation.

Only the Constantinople Guard Corps was stationed at the coronation ceremony.

Considering all factors, this was the perfect opportunity!

Thus, at this moment, Prince Golan’s decisive move to storm the palace came into play.

Unexpectedly.

Even though he bribed the City Defense Forces not to get involved, facing this simple Guard Corps at the coronation ceremony, Prince Golan still could not win.

He was defeated even more miserably than Prince Lier last night.

“Teresa, you said…”

Princess Fiona looked tearfully at the pale-faced girl beside her.

Teresa anxiously said, “Sister, I have no idea how this happened; up until this morning, I had not heard that our father had dispatched a re-strengthened army to the Royal Capital.”

Observing Teresa’s genuine look, Princess Fiona collapsed on the ground in complete despair, murmuring something.

She knew, no matter what, since the Imperial Army appeared here, it meant that their father, Wald XVIII, had foreseen the unexpected events at the coronation ceremony.

Thus, this was likely a trap.

A trap targeting Prince Golan.

The cooperation of the City Defense Forces to let them pass was probably all for Prince Golan to smoothly arrive at the Gate of Palas, then to legitimately arrest them under the accusation of rebellion.

This was Princess Fiona’s guess.

Thinking of this, she felt her future was bleak.

Even as members of the Varo Royal Family, there were many instances in history where rebellions led to executions.

After all, the Varo Royal Family was not short of heirs.

Seeing Princess Fiona unable to hold back her tears and cry out loud.

Teresa comforted her ostentatiously.

The relationship between Princess Teresa of the Varo Royal Family and the Third Princess Fiona had always been very good.

In terms of age, Fiona was much older than Teresa.

Likely out of pity for Teresa, who had been sickly since childhood and sent away from the Royal Capital, Princess Fiona took extra good care of her younger sister upon Teresa’s return to reside in the Royal Capital.

The two gradually became close sisters over time .

Of course, that’s from Fiona’s perspective.

Fiona knew her brother wanted to vie for the throne, so she didn’t mind helping him gain more favor among the royal heirs, thus becoming even closer to Teresa.

But as for Teresa.

I’m sorry.

She had been a faithful follower of the Church of Light since childhood.

Fiona wanted to use Teresa’s support to strengthen her brother’s claim to the throne.

It just so happened that Teresa also wanted to use Prince Golan’s cover to diligently pass intelligence to the Church of Light and incidentally aid in dividing the harmony within the Varo Royal Family.

Both parties were very satisfied with this deal.

The Varo Royal Family, brothers respectful and sisters loving.

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…

After another rebellion ended.

The Imperial Guard hurriedly cleaned up the scene, gathering the bodies near the Gate of Palas tidily, but those bloodstains scattered everywhere could not be cleaned up so quickly.

Prince Golan had already been knocked unconscious and taken away, whereas no one bothered with Princess Fiona, but she herself was nearly frightened to faint.

The nobles who still did not know the truth were trembling, wanting to leave this terrifying coronation ceremony, but the vigilant, blood-stained Guard Corps around them made them too scared to move.

Because the ceremony had to continue.

The coronation still required the presence of these eminent nobles to bear witness.

The absence of common folk mattered not.

However, for the new king’s coronation to lack the attendance of these noble families would be akin to humiliation for the Varo Royal Family.

Are you trying to incite a rebellion?

Otherwise, why wouldn’t you come to witness the new king’s coronation?

Nobles used to thrive on these displays that highlighted their status, but now they avoid it as if dreadfully ill and unable to leave their beds this morning.

For a moment, the Gate of Palas was deeply silent, save for the faint sobbing of the timid.

The Guard Corps soon cleared the scene.

The stern-faced Senate official returned to the elevated stage.

“Is it over?”

At that moment.

Beneath the quiet Gate of Palas.

A cold and piercing voice gently sounded.

Amid the scorching midday sun and the air still filled with lingering fervor, it swept through like a chilling breeze, instantly sobering the crowd.

Even the nobles who were sobbing uncontrollably stopped and instinctively looked up.

And upon seeing the divine figure of the God of Light right below the Gate of Palas at the coronation stage, they finally realized belatedly.

This seemed to be the voice of the Pope of Light.

In the previous night’s and today’s rebellion and power struggle events.

The presence of the Holy See of Light had been exceptionally low, even just now, the Knight Order of the Holy Court had merely stood silent atop the platform, uninvolved in the dispute.

And this, was the second time during this coronation ceremony that they heard the Pope of Light’s voice.

As always, it was remarkably almighty and sobering.

But the other party’s voice carried no emotion, appearing to be just a routine inquiry.

The Senate’s official nodded without being servile or overbearing, smiling as he said: “The Pope of Light witnessed a farce, the coronation ceremony continues regardless, and Prince Simon will become the nineteenth of the Varo Empire, as all our hopes converge.”

Xu Shuo turned his head to look at him.

The official quickly bowed his head with just one glance.

Although he could not meet the other party’s gaze, even as he stared at the Sun Crown, an inexplicable apprehension filled his heart, urging him not to be negligent.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze was also gathered on the coronation platform.

There, beneath the golden Sun Crown, lips slightly curled into a faint smile, its shallow radiance brilliant enough to make one feel like the entire Gate of Palas was emitting a holy light at this very moment.

“Converge of all hopes?”

The Pope of Light slightly parted his lips, his voice not cold nor warm, yet seemingly containing indescribable rhythms.

Upon hearing this, the Senate had a bad premonition.

“Continue?”

The voice of the Pope of Light sounded again.

The Senate felt a chill in their hearts.

“Then let’s continue.”

The Pope of Light continued with the next sentence.

After hearing this, the Senate felt their hearts slowly sinking back, slowly releasing a breath they had been holding.

But before the official could step forward to speak.

They watched as the Pope of Light gently loosened his grip, and the Crown of St. Vlaro fell from his hand.

Clink clank…

The crown made a loud sound, lying quietly on the lime-white ground.

The exquisite gems reflected light, stark against the dirt on the ground.

In an instant.

The whole place truly fell completely silent.

And the Pope of Light took from the envoy of the Heresy Tribunal the Sun Crown scepter that belonged to him, then slightly opened his arms, dazzling brilliance shining brilliantly in his hands.

“The Varo Empire is absurd to this point.”

“Why not, let me be crowned as king instead.”

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