Chapter 223 His Holiness the Pope

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the palace. The nobles looked pale, and they stood there blankly, like ducks with their necks strangled.

Beatrice opened her eyes wide, looking at the absurd scene in front of her, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether what she saw was an illusion.

Her Majesty is dead?

Her Majesty, who sat high on the Iron Throne and let the empire's army crush the earth, died just like that?

She fell in her own blood, her face full of fear and confusion, just like every mortal facing death.

No one had ever thought that the weak and hypocritical "prince" would suddenly assassinate the queen.

Beatrice trembled as she looked at the "Prince". His resolute eyes were full of hatred and anger. How could he be weak? But he was not. He was not. Beatrice's pupils shrank suddenly. She suddenly understood that the "Prince" had never betrayed the people of Tis. His followers might have sacrificed themselves voluntarily just to have him stand in front of the Queen. Tis was a weak country. No matter how they resisted, they would only be crushed by the Queen's army. Everyone knew it.

But Her Majesty the Queen died here at this moment, died in her own palace, died in a pool of her own blood.

"Prince". Is he really such a noble man? "Prince" dropped his sword, panting, and looked at the nobles around him with red eyes. Wherever his sight swept, the people there retreated. The court councilor who was standing not far from him was so scared that he fell to the ground.

They were all dogs raised by the Queen and their teeth had been pulled out long ago.

Suddenly, someone screamed.

"impossible!"

"Her Majesty, is she dead?!"

"Catch him, he's the murderer!"

"He actually killed Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Guards! Where are the guards!"

The crowd suddenly became noisy. Everyone pointed at the "prince" indignantly and gnashed their teeth. Several noble ladies fainted on the spot. For a moment, the palace was in chaos.

"Your Majesty! No—"

The Queen's Knight Commander pushed aside the nobles and rushed to the front of the crowd. He kicked away the court councilor who was blocking his way, knelt on the ground and touched the Queen in a pool of blood with trembling hands.

The court councillor rolled over and came to the side. He suddenly seemed to react, turned his head and looked at Beatrice, and shouted with a ferocious face: "Aren't you one of those monsters from the church! Why didn't you protect the queen?!"

Beatrice's face turned pale. She was indeed a supernatural being, and the "prince" was just a mortal. His movements just now were not fast, and she had countless ways to save the queen.

But, but she just had an illusion, and she never thought that the "Prince" would suddenly assassinate the Queen. He should have been the Queen's most loyal supporter, wasn't he?

She had indeed failed in her duty. The Ruoan family had been the most loyal cog in the royal family, but today they were stuck.

The Queen had arranged for her to sit beside her in order to provide protection. She was an [Investigator] and was absolutely safe when dealing with mortals.

The figure of Zeus inexplicably flashed through Beatrice's mind. She couldn't contact Castel, which led her to explore the Corridor of Truth. Excessive exploration of the Corridor of Truth caused her to have hallucinations. The hallucinations caused her to not see the assassination of the "prince", which ultimately led to the death of the Queen. Everything was a coincidence.

A sentence suddenly popped up in her mind. Uncle Jules once told her:

"Investigator is the strongest extraordinary path of the same level, and it doesn't even cost much. It just has a small disadvantage, your luck will be a little bad."

Luck, little by little, accumulated together, like a butterfly flapping its wings gently in Castels, but a storm blew up in the Rhine.

"She! She must be in league with the assassins! She allowed the 'Prince' to assassinate Her Majesty the Queen!"

The crowd became agitated, and scrutinizing eyes fell on her. Some people even showed expressions of sudden enlightenment.

Beatrice took a step back. She wanted to explain, but stopped when she saw the expressions of those nobles.

She is just naive, not stupid.

After returning to the Rhine, she had seen too many faces of nobles. She knew that this group of people did not care about the truth. They just wanted to find someone responsible for this.

The figures in front of her eyes grew longer and longer, like a group of monsters ready to devour anyone, pointing and talking as they surrounded her.

Their bodies were covered with mouths that could not be closed, and they huddled together, whispering non-stop. Their bodies were bloated like pigs, and their faces were covered with mosquito-like spikes, all of which were now pointing at her, ready to suck some blood out of her.

Why is the hallucination coming again! ?

Beatrice took out pills from her clothes and swallowed a few of them at random, but she only felt her heart beating like a loud bell and the hallucinations could not be gone.

【To escape】

The intuition in my heart gave the answer.

But why? After escaping, wouldn't it be completely confirmed that he was the accomplice in the assassination of the queen? She looked around, countless thoughts crowded into a ball in her mind, and she couldn't figure it out.

【To escape】

Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and her intuition was urging her on like crazy.

A sentence suddenly popped up in Beatrice's mind. It was a sentence written by her uncle Jules in a letter to her.

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“When your mind can’t help you make a judgment, trust your intuition.”

Beatrice hesitated for only a moment, then gritted her teeth, threw away her red clothes and silver staff, and rushed to the door.

Beatrice didn't care what the Queen's Knight Commander scolded her for. She used her extraordinary abilities according to her intuition, and passed through the Knight Commander's obstruction like a gust of wind and rushed to the door.

The heavy wooden door shattered in an instant like two pieces of biscuits, without stopping her at all.

This was the first time she used her extraordinary abilities to fight against others. As expected, the investigator's extraordinary powers were so strong that she could easily overcome any soldiers or high walls that blocked her way.

As she used her ability, the hallucinations gradually faded, and she found that she had only followed her intuition and had successfully rushed to the gate of the palace.

She looked back in confusion. The queen died in front of her, but she ran away directly. She was afraid that there was no place for her in the empire.

But why did her instinct tell her to run away? Forget it, she didn't want to think about it anymore. She would just stay away from the Rhine and find a place to escape. Maybe she would go to find Count Hughes. But since she had lost her noble status and was no longer valuable to him, would he still be willing to take her in? Thinking wildly, Beatrice climbed over the main gate of the palace and then froze in place.

Maybe there's no need to flee.

Her luck seems to be a little bad.

A dense crowd stood in front of the palace gate in an orderly and quiet manner.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the wind made their robes rustle.

Beatrice's eyes fell on the robes they were wearing, the silver holy emblem clearly visible even in the heavy rain.

A faint candlelight, this is the Crusaders of the Vatican.

A nun came forward, her face covered with a light black veil, like smoke, not wet by the rain at all.

She held a triple crown in her hand, walked slowly to Beatrice, smoothed the girl's hair that was wet by the rain, gently lifted the crown, and put it on Beatrice's head.

Beatrice stared at the face beneath her black veil—a face full of mechanical parts and gears.

"You left in such a hurry that you forgot to put on the crown."

"Your Holiness."

(End of this chapter)