Chapter 301 "You have no right to confer honors on me" (4800)

The bright white moonlight shone between the glazed tiles of the ceremony hall. The early autumn evening breeze passed through the moonlight and the floor-to-ceiling windows, bringing the moisture and loneliness of the Maria River into the hall. The holy light of hundreds of statues had been extinguished.

In the eyes of the nobles and ceremonial officers, Ansu Morningstar was walking alone on the triple holy steps. The cold wind blew through the young man's thin clothes. All the blessed lights had dimmed, and there was only darkness ahead of him.

And the young man was about to walk towards the highest point of darkness.

An Su rejected the Golden Kite Saint of the Empire. In the eyes of all the nobles, this was absolutely incomprehensible and unreasonable.

This time it was not a title bestowed by the gods, but a reward given by the church to the first place, so an awarding ceremony must be held.

Putting aside the royal family's reputation, in order to hold this kind of blessing ceremony of the highest standard, unless the recipient is sacred, ordinary believers must be baptized by a sacred person.

Especially Ansu, the "cursed son" who was despised by the glory. If the saint did not baptize him, the gods would not bless him or even look at him.

But Anzu rejected Cersei. He walked alone on the dark stairs, and no one baptized him anymore.

"What on earth does he want to do? This is blasphemy!"

"Too arrogant...even more arrogant than his father!"

"I can't understand it. All of Farol is watching."

"Perhaps it was the instruction of his parents behind him that the relationship between the border and the royal family has reached such a bad level."

"This is a sign of loyalty and showing his identity to the Holy See. It can also be considered as a severance from the imperial power."

"But this way of handling it is too trifling. It is a completely foolish act that will hurt both sides. I want to see how he will end this ceremony."

"You want to confer honors and baptize yourself? You are just a cursed child. Are you dreaming?"

"Alone. Unless he is the son chosen by the goddess, haha!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, the noble children and their fathers had different expressions. Some sighed, some were furious, and some even looked gloating. It was obvious that under the influence of three old men who did not want to reveal their names, the Border Family was very unpopular in the imperial capital circle, and they wished that the Morning Star Family would become a laughing stock throughout the country.

No one is on Ansu's side.

Everyone was certain that, although the royal family had lost some face, Anzu's loss would be even greater. The people of all Naraku were watching, and if they messed up this much-anticipated awarding ceremony, not only Anzu, but the entire Vatican would be held accountable by society.

The whispers and discussions of others did not reach An Su's ears.

As the nobles said, Ansu's divine talent was too little to be exciting, and his dark attributes were too much to be greasy, so the Goddess of Glory would not even look at him. But fortunately, Ansu would not even look at the Goddess of Glory, and they were disgusted with each other.

Ansu felt the breath beside him. The slightly sweet, slightly green and warm sound was beside Ansu. He was not alone in climbing this endless sacred ladder.

Ansu didn't know when Luojia came. Maybe it was when the ceremony just started, maybe it was when it was still light outside, maybe it was when the rosy sunset gradually faded into the dark green mountains. The little saint stood on the first step of the glorious steps, quietly waiting for Ansu's arrival.

Under Merlin's magic, Ansu could not see what Lorga looked like tonight, nor did he know what she was wearing. Maybe she was dressed up, or maybe she was wearing a pleated skirt as usual, paired with deerskin boots and a dark dress, or maybe not. He could not see what Lorga looked like, nor could he see her current expression.

She might be laughing.

He couldn't see it, but he could smell it.

But An Su could probably smell it. She was walking side by side with him on the stairs, not too close, not too far, because the fragrance was neither far nor near. She lowered her eyes, and her snow-white eyelashes hung in front of her pupils like rime, emitting a faint moonlight. Her footsteps were light, because she was barefoot, and there was no sound when she stepped on the steps. It was as light as dancing a tango. Sometimes she walked fast, sometimes she walked slowly, but she was always beside An Su.

So An Su knew that there was only one step between them.

Thousands of people were watching the ceremony in the hall, and hundreds of thousands more were gathered outside the hall, but no one noticed Luojia's existence. Milton's gorgeous and luxurious sea of ​​golden irises covered up all the smells. This sacred flower was the power and authority bestowed by the gods. The Golden Kite Dynasty swallowed up everything in the world, and naturally it also drowned out the sweet and green taste.

Only Ansu found it in the sea of ​​flowers, which was obviously impossible to do.

In the eyes of the spectators, the cursed child stepped onto the stairs alone, attempting to complete the rest of the ritual beyond his ability. No one wanted to believe that Ansu could complete this miracle, so they just treated it as a joke, a funny and absurd performance.

He is just the son of the curse, not the holy son of the Glorious Church.

The royal relatives on the second floor looked at the border boy with a sullen look on their faces and snorted coldly. This had offended the Milton family. If the ceremony was messed up again, the entire royal family would use this as an excuse to put pressure on the border and the Church. Ansu actually dared to do such a thing, so he would have to bear the consequences of his actions.

The eldest prince narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at An Su, his face expressionless.

The six bishops at the highest level all had different expressions. As demigods present, they could also sense something unusual. They turned around and looked at Merlin, and seeing the half-smile on his face, they knew that this was most likely Merlin's doing.

This ceremony was broadcast live throughout Naraku! This lunatic!

Merlin had already made a mistake in the last Naraku exam, but he dared to take the risk again this time! He was playing with the reputation and credibility of the Holy See! Anzu had proved his position, but if this ceremony was ruined, the young man's career would still be ruined!

Bishop Zeus of Order stared at Merlin coldly, and the Scale of Order slowly opened, but he could not read any violation, because Merlin did not collude with Ansu in private, and he had not even mentioned this to Ansu.

Ansu discovered everything by himself.

"Don't look at me." Merlin smiled heartlessly, looking innocent, "I didn't give Ansu any advice. It's none of my business."

The Scales of Order told Bishop Hughes that this was not a lie.

This old man deserves to be bald all his life! Bishop Hughes rubbed his brows and sighed. It makes sense. If Merlin didn't cause trouble, he wouldn't be Merlin. This kind of person should stay in heaven to rest for the rest of his life and must not be brought to the human world.

The other bishops had no way to deal with Merlin, so they turned their eyes to Ansu. Although they didn't know what specific means were used, the bishops could only hope that their method would work. If it failed, their pupils would be filled with cold light, which would prove that it was not worth the effort, and they could not blame the Holy See. They would have to let the young man face the royal family and the people on his own.

The six major churches had no reason to protect Ansu - after all, he was just a saint of the Glorious Family.

In full view of the crowd, Ansu had walked up all the stairs and reached the highest point of the Hall of Eden. The ceremonial officer in charge of the ceremony stared blankly at the young man in front of him, until the latter extended his hand to the ceremonial officer. Then the priest came to his senses and handed the ritual scepter, holy water bottle and holy shawl in his hand to Ansu. According to the general procedure, the saint in charge of baptism should take these items. Seeing Ansu's actions, there was an uproar both inside and outside the hall.

This young man really wanted to baptize and honor himself! This is a ceremony that only the Son and Daughter of God can complete.

He is simply a madman, a complete madman. A mere son of a curse, he actually dares to desecrate the glory of the goddess!

The nobles, especially the great nobles of the royal faction, all stood up and accused the Morning Star Family of being disrespectful and audacious. After defying the dignity of the royal family, they even dared to blaspheme the goddess.

The neutral regional nobles also defected to the central government. In their view, the Cursed Son of the Morning Star family was too arrogant. It was bad enough that he had offended the imperial power, but now he even dared to provoke theocracy. He had offended two forces at the same time, and no one could protect him.

Just as they thought, Ansu was indeed not favored by the goddess. He took the scepter and slowly walked towards the highest statue on the dome of the ceremonial hall. The statue did not react at all. The dark moonlight covered everything, and the wings of the night obscured Ansu's face like thick lead.

The baptism ceremony began, Ansu raised the scepter, but the god did not respond at all.

It was quiet.

Only the organ of the ritual orchestra played slowly, and the melodious and clear music notes hovered in the empty long steps.

"Ansu Morningstar. It's time for you to come down."

The eldest prince Terry Milton broke the long silence. He slowly stood up from his seat, his golden eyes gleaming with a grand light. "It's time to end this farce."

"The gods will not respond to you."

The enormous pressure seemed to be overwhelming, the honor of blood had solidified into substance, and it pressed down on everyone's chest like a mountain. The surrounding royal guards knelt down with pale faces. This majesty had exceeded the realm of saints. Even the cardinals on the third floor frowned. They did not expect that the eldest prince of the Milton family had broken through to the realm of demigod.

This first-line heir——

"We can forgive your transgression." Terry looked at Ansu, his voice was soft, but majestic as if he was stating a fact, which was the decree of the royal power. "Kneel before Milton, and we can start this ceremony again."

"You are different. You are a smart person. You are obedient. You know the rules. You are a good kid. You should know how to achieve a win-win situation."

The nobles looked at the prince in surprise. They did not expect that the prince would choose to forgive Ansu's offense and even give him another chance. This was truly a great grace and mercy.

How could a mere cursed child be favored by the goddess and even arrogantly complete the awarding ceremony by himself? His Royal Highness the Prince was willing to give Ansu this step, which was enough to show his magnanimity.

But Ansu understood that this was just a threat.

Hidden beneath the gentle tone was a bone-chilling threat.

If Ansuru kneels before Milton, he will never be able to break away from the imperial power, which means that he has completely drawn a line between himself and the Holy See and can only become a tool or a puppet.

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The eldest prince was not threatening Ansu, and his vast and terrifying demigod pressure was by no means directed only at Ansu - although the prince could not see through Merlin's magic, he understood simply by speculation that the little girl from the country, the vase, the puppet, was right next to Ansu.

Ansu's soul has reached the high level of saint, and he can withstand the pressure from the demigod prince.

But Luojia is different, she is not a saint.

Ansu could feel the trembling and disordered breath beside him, and the youthful sweetness was gradually covered by the smell of blood. Ansu didn't know Luojia's specific situation, but he understood that Luojia's situation was very difficult, and that breath was like a trembling string.

A girl from the border cannot fight against the huge imperial power.

She is an orphan. She doesn't have a demigod uncle, nor a wealthy family. She is not like Ansu, who can hold on, withstand the pressure from the royal family, and withstand the revenge of the royal family.

Giving up is the best option. The eldest prince has already given her one chance, so she should just give up, continue to be obedient, continue to understand the rules, and continue to be a good child. She has no obligation to continue to persevere.

Feeling the faint breath, An Su fell into silence. He held the scepter, doing nothing and saying nothing. No matter what the choice was, he would accept it.

Prince Terry knew that he had guessed correctly, and he smiled calmly. If the other side did not react, under the shield of the magic of the god of law, and in front of the seven cardinals, Terry had no other choice. If she had not given up voluntarily, the royal family would not have offended both the border and the church at the same time.

"Come down."

Terry's voice was gentle, but the dignity and majesty of that bloodline had covered everything in front of him. The authority of the emperor hung over their heads. Creatures with inferior bloodlines could not disobey the orders of a demigod, even if she was a so-called puppet saint, that was all!

"Let Cersei preside over the investiture."

His tone was light, yet heavy, as if he had issued an irresistible decree. His golden pupils were burning fiercely, as bright and hot as the sunrise.

The light of the statue was completely extinguished, and the cold moonlight dripped on the steps of the sacred long steps, making everything pitch black. The girl lowered her head, her shoulders trembling, and she bit her lip. The faint blueberry fragrance was completely covered by the smell of blood.

Cersei Blueberry Girl lowered her eyes and looked at Cersei Milton.

She was so beautiful and pretty, wearing a dress that the little saint could never afford in her lifetime. Grand golden irises were in full bloom, swaying with countless brilliance and holiness. Everyone knew that Cersei Milton was the Saint of Farol, the glorious Saint, and the Saint of the entire Holy See.

Cersei Milton should be the one to award the honor. She is the most suitable person .

Under Gu Ao's demigod authority, the light in the girl's eyes grew dimmer and thinner.

'The stock I'm eyeing will never lose'

Luo Jia lowered his head and gently held the gambling ticket in his arms. The ticket was worth ten gold mines and had expired this afternoon.

——A betting ticket with a picture of the Cathedral of Holy Glory.

"Let Cersei award you the medal," Tyrell said calmly.

Ansu felt the almost disappearing aura beside him. He looked at Terry Milton who was smiling. He paused, made up his mind, and slowly let go of the scepter in his hand. But in the next moment, another invisible hand covered the back of his hand and helped Ansu hold it.

This was the first time Luojia touched Ansu today.

The touch was icy, just like the late snow in early spring that had not yet melted, thin and soft, as if it would melt in the sun's glow if held a little longer.

The late snow in early spring is about to melt, just like the stars in the morning. It is at the boundary between time and the world and will disappear in the grand sunrise at any time.

"Ansu Morningstar."

"She has no right to honor you."

Lorga whispered in Ansu's ear. The voice was very soft and trembling, but it was unquestionable and refutable. It was like declaring Lorga Fast's sovereignty, which would not allow any concession or infringement. The scent of blood and berries was so vivid and bright.

Not even the golden irises of the entire spring, nor the sunrises of the entire world, could overwhelm her.

She held Ansu's hand and also held the glorious scepter.

ha.

You're crazier than me.

Lorga Fast, you are crazier than me! Then I will go crazy with you!

Ansu's mouth cracked into a crazy smile, and he and Luojia held up the glorious authority, pointing to the second floor, to the royal family, to Terry Milton, to all the royal power and nobles. The next moment, a grand blessing bloomed from the dome. The boy had never been favored by the goddess, but Luojia could, because she was the protagonist of this world!

Everyone felt the coming of the Glorious Goddess.

The brilliant light burst out, smearing all the darkness around it, spreading down along the glorious dome, igniting every step and every brick and tile. Even the brilliance of the golden iris sea could not match that glow, and was drowned in the sea of ​​light. Tens of thousands of glass prisms scattered the purest white light at the same time! Since the ceremony hall was built, there has never been such a grand light.

"You mortals—"

Anzu pointed the scepter at Tyrell, Cersei, and all the living beings below the stairs, and his navy blue eyes were reflected in everyone's heart and could never be erased.

At the top of the sacred staircase, the young man said calmly,

"You have no right to honor me."

(End of this chapter)