PFC Chapter 362: Her Majesty's Power
Chapter 362: Her Majesty's Power
"How could you make such a decision without informing us, Your Highness Catherine?"
The extremely holy temple was empty and silent.
The towering dome made the stained glass paintings on the top blurred. The height seemed to convey the prayers of mortals to the residence of the God of Light above the sky. The voice of the person who spoke echoed, as if the words came from heaven, from the questioning of God.
The statue of this temple is engraved on the wall opposite the gate. The figure of the God of Light leans half of his body from the wall, as if looking down with pity for his believers.
Under the huge statue, the thin king stood alone. He was frail and his white robe made him look even more haggard. At this moment, he was facing the statue with his hands folded, muttering something devoutly. He seemed to have no intention of listening to or intervening in the conversation between the bishop and the crown prince beside him.
The crown prince who was questioned by the bishop, today's protagonist - Her Royal Highness Catherine, was not in a hurry when she heard it. She stood by the right wall of the temple, lighting the lamps on the wall one by one and threw Meng Doukou in.
Smoke rose, and the hall was soon filled with smoke, becoming as ethereal as a holy place. Only then was Catherine able to breathe - only in this way could she suppress the smell of King George.
"You look much healthier, Your Majesty. This is a blessing for the empire." Catherine ignored the bishop and greeted her uncle under the statue.
“It is the mercy of God the Father.”
There were several ancient copper lamps placed next to King George. As the lights flickered, his figure seemed to sway as well, looking a little eerie in the smoke.
Catherine looked at the emperor who began to chant scriptures in a low voice again and had no intention of getting involved in the dispute. She turned to face the wall with indifference in her eyes.
"Her Highness Catherine——"
"Bishop Quincy." The wax from the candle in Catherine's hand dripped onto her hand like a layer of glaze on a jade, but the princess seemed indifferent to the heat and was still diligently lighting the bronze lampstands on the wall one by one.
"Did you call me here just because I pardoned the prisoner before?" she said innocently.
“——But isn’t this the custom every year on His Majesty’s birthday?” The princess shifted slightly, causing the candlelight to flicker.
"Although you have begun to learn to handle some government affairs, you do not have the right to perform such an important duty as pardoning prisoners. His Majesty the King has his own decision."
Just last week, High Court Prison quietly released a group of prisoners at the instruction of the princess, and among them were the radical lunatics who had been captured by the Knights of Light!
"Oh——" Catherine nodded in agreement as if she understood.
"—but I am talking about Her Majesty the Queen."
Catherine turned around and saw a wall of candles flickering behind her. The young crown prince was holding a candle, looking noble and holy, like a messenger in a painting who was guiding lost believers. Even Bishop Quincy was stunned when he saw this scene.
"Have you forgotten that this is also the Queen's right, Monsignor?"
King George's chanting paused, then resumed.
"Your Majesty has been worried about the King's health over the years, so you have not paid attention to government affairs and neglected your responsibilities... I believe that Your Majesty can understand."
She saluted again towards the king's back.
"——Therefore, when I reminded Her Majesty the Queen, she felt very uneasy and blamed herself, and ordered me to perform her pardon this year, hoping to bring more good luck and the favor of the gods to His Majesty the King... You see, His Majesty is indeed much better now."
The princess' smile is impeccable.
Bishop Quincy took a deep breath and said, "Those people are extremely dangerous. They have gone astray in their studies and have also misled people. They should be burned at the stake!"
"Oh, it's horrible...but I believe that God the Father will forgive their sins."
The princess bowed in the direction of the statue, which was a rare move for her.
"Perhaps it was Father God's arrangement that made me choose those cells?"
Although her tone was humble and gentle, what Bishop Quincy saw in her eyes was rebellion and complacency!
Bishop Quincy's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Even so, we can't let those people roam around."
"Oh, of course not!" The princess showed an exaggerated expression, "If so many refugees suddenly appeared on the street, it would definitely affect the public security of the High Court. I have considered this, so..."
"I have sent someone to send them to Ozler." She casually threw the candle end in her hand into the copper basin beside her. There seemed to be something flammable in it, and with a "boom" a flame as high as a person suddenly appeared.
Just like Bishop Quincy’s mood at this moment.
"You! They will incite the believers! Bring unrest! Do you want to turn Ozler into a place of sin?"
“Although I didn’t know you had so many concerns before—” Catherine looked at Bishop Quincy and gave him an understanding smile.
"But please rest assured. I think Ozler is the most suitable place for them, because all the devout people there responded to the church's call and left their homeland. Therefore, there is no one who can bewitch them."
Bishop Quincy's chest heaved, and before he could figure out how to respond, the king, who had been praying before the statue, finally turned around.
"You are really——"
"Ahem, ahem, okay, Quincy." King George stepped forward to act as a peacemaker.
"After all, Catherine is still young and a girl. Even if she is occasionally reckless, she is still cute, isn't she?"
He looked at Catherine lovingly, as if the verbal battle just now had nothing to do with him at all.
"She is a fledgling eagle who is just beginning to learn how to fly. You have to be patient." He persuaded Quincy gently and turned to look at Catherine.
"I will pay attention and be more rigorous next time." Catherine also took a step back, lowered her head and made a promise obediently.
But now she has learned from the adults that promises, to some people, are like talking about the weather, without any weight or meaning.
"It's okay, it's just a small matter." King George continued to be a good guy.
"I also don't think you would call me here to scold me for such a small mistake, uncle."
Since he kept calling Catherine a "little girl", she became even more presumptuous.
The corners of George's mouth trembled slightly, "...That's right."
"--I just missed you a little, and I missed Kanyon too..." George turned around and sighed as he looked at the bowed statue of the God of Light.
"That child was raised by me and Tserwini, and Cynthia took him away just like that... Is your mother blaming us for not taking good care of him?"
Catherine had heard her aunt complain about this before, so the lie came more naturally to her. "My mother is just grateful, but she feels that time has passed quickly, and that Canion has grown up, but she is not close to him, so she hopes to spend more time with him."
"Let him come back before Hanukkah. That kid loves the hustle and bustle." King George's back revealed a lonely look.
Catherine stared at him for a few moments, then nodded.
"Yes."