I Became the Wife of the Hero Who Killed Me - Chapter 142

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#Episode 142

 

Sigh, what’s the point of worrying about other people’s affairs.

 

Diplomacy wasn’t my responsibility, so I decided to just let it pass.

 

The problem that needed to be solved right now was those chosen ones standing before me.

 

Divine power could heal people, but it was also possible to harm them. I recalled the scene of the cliffs of the Caldric Mountains crumbling like cookies.

 

‘What is Edwin thinking? What timing was he talking about?’

 

How did he interpret my expression lost in thought?

 

The smile on the Emperor’s lips grew even deeper.

 

“Did you all see? The heretic fears the sacred power! God’s chosen ones, quickly expose all the sins of that wench!!”

 

“Nonsense! You cannot lay a finger on Madam!”

 

With a single cry, three people simultaneously blocked my path.

 

Berry had thrown off her broken handcuffs and then smashed Gareth and Stefan’s handcuffs as well.

 

But I made them step back, and instead stepped forward to look into the eyes of the chosen ones.

 

“….”

 

In the heavy silence, doubt gradually mixed into their eyes as they faced me.

 

I waited for their reaction without saying a word.

 

The chosen ones stared at me intently as if they had seen something unbelievable, then withdrew their divine power and stepped back.

 

“So this is what His words meant.”

 

“He said we would know the answer if we looked again, and it’s really true. We almost made a huge mistake.”

 

“…?”

 

I, who had been inwardly tense, only rolled my eyes at their sudden change of attitude.

 

Suddenly, I recalled what Cardinal Godric had said in passing before.

 

He said that the chosen ones, in exchange for receiving immense power, would surely pay a price if they spoke falsehoods in God’s name.

 

‘So that’s what it meant.’

 

They were afraid of the ‘price.’

 

Meanwhile, the Emperor was furious at the betrayal of the chosen ones he had expected.

 

“What are you doing?! Didn’t you clearly say that wench’s soul was tainted by filthy heresy?!”

 

“We apologize. We saw wrongly.”

 

“The soul of the Duchess Lombard is extremely good and pure. We cannot slander such a person.”

 

“Wh-what nonsense are you spouting now…!”

 

“Well, just what you heard.”

 

Right then, a golden wind swept through the entire plaza.

 

An enormous energy incomparable to the power the chosen ones had just shown covered the plaza.

 

With blood-red hair fluttering, a man leisurely walked out through the parted crowd.

 

“Good evening? I am Brother Vincent, Director of the Heresy Inquisition of the Arzenbach Inquisition Holy See.”

 

He swept back his hair and continued speaking.

 

“I am the only one here with legitimate qualification for heresy trials.”

 

“…!”

 

Since the Heresy Inquisition of the Holy Capital was notoriously merciless, people were horrified by his appearance.

 

Of course, I was just as surprised.

 

‘Why is that man appearing here?’

 

But when Vincent’s eyes met mine, his brow furrowed slightly.

 

He looked disapprovingly at everything from the wound on my chin to the blood spots on my nightgown and the dirt from falling, then turned his head toward the platform.

 

The Emperor, who was already excited, literally exploded at Vincent’s appearance.

 

“The only one?!”

 

“….”

 

“That’s a lie! You must be a heretic too?! How dare you bring fake credentials and interfere with my judgment while practicing sorcery!!”

 

Vincent made an openly displeased expression at calling divine power sorcery.

 

Regardless, the Emperor shouted even louder.

 

“I am the son of the sun! And God’s revelation comes down to this land only through me! I can dispose of one evil heretic wench with my authority. And the same goes for you!!”

 

“Ah, really?”

 

Vincent’s voice, who had been silent all along, sank low.

 

He twisted his lips as if mocking the raging Emperor and grabbed his rosary, infusing it with power.

 

Blinding light exploded, and a great sword revealed itself in the brilliant radiance.

 

“Say it again. What did you call me, heretic?”

 

“Protect His Majesty!!”

 

When everyone was shocked by the intimidating form of the sword, the imperial army simultaneously blocked the front of the platform.

 

The Emperor, who had almost fallen backward in surprise, shouted as if he had belatedly come to his senses.

 

“How dare… How dare you threaten me?! To claim to be God’s messenger while holding such a weapon, if this isn’t heresy, what is?!”

 

He seemed to have completely lost his mind.

 

Even though it had far exceeded the level that could be called sorcery, the Emperor refused to acknowledge Brother Vincent to the end.

 

Vincent’s eyes narrowed like a snake as he looked at the Emperor.

 

“Ah, of course you would react that way.”

 

He took out an envelope firmly sealed with wax from his chest.

 

“This is a personal letter from His Holiness the Pope. He entrusted it to me in preparation for any contingency. He commanded me to announce this content to everyone if His Majesty insisted on distorting God’s will.”

 

As Vincent said, the Pope’s seal was clearly stamped on the envelope.

 

He held the letter high for all to see and recited its contents.

 

“I, Pope Leonel II, as God’s faithful servant and successor of the apostle Vincent, declare in the name of the Church and God that Elisia Marsen Baldin La Lombard is not a heretic.”

 

“…!”

 

Everyone in the plaza, including me, widened their eyes in surprise.

 

This wasn’t simply because I had come under the protection of the Holy Capital, or even the Pope.

 

Considering the distance between the Holy Capital and the Imperial Capital, it meant the Pope had tried to save me long before I was handed over for heresy trial.

 

He had predicted the future.

 

But the letter didn’t end there.

 

“And regarding the blasphemy the Emperor has committed now, I believe everyone here will serve as witnesses.”

 

Brother Vincent took out another letter from his chest.

 

“His Holiness has excommunicated you from the Orthodox Church for the crime of blasphemy. With this, all of God’s grace has left you.”

 

“What?!”

 

“Ex-excommunication…!”

 

Horror incomparable to before swept through the plaza.

 

This was because it was a declaration that completely collapsed the legitimacy of Vittorio IV’s rule, which was already crumbling.

 

Baldin was a country with great religious influence. The monarch’s power was permitted by God, so excommunication meant being abandoned by God.

 

In other words, it was a political death sentence.

 

It was when everyone’s gaze turned to the Emperor.

 

The Emperor, who had lost his reason at the word excommunication, finally took off his mask and revealed his true nature.

 

“I am the Emperor of Baldin! I am the god of this continent! If I declare someone a heretic, then they are a heretic. Everyone who defends that wench will not leave this place alive!!”

 

As the Emperor shouted, the soldiers wearing helmets who had surrounded the plaza drew their swords.

 

The escape route was already blocked.

 

Parents desperately held their children, and brave citizens and some nobles who couldn’t stand the situation stepped forward prepared to die.

 

“Don’t get separated from each other!”

 

“Bringing foreign armies into the Imperial Capital… Is this what an emperor should do?!”

 

“Even if God has abandoned Baldin, I will protect the people with my life!!”

 

Cries mixed with anger and fear echoed through the plaza.

 

Though the mercenaries’ momentum was fierce and rough, the people did not back down.

 

It was right when everyone instinctively felt that the plaza they stood on would soon be stained with blood.

 

“Blood for blood, life for life.”

 

“…!”

 

“Ed!!”

 

The atmosphere reversed in an instant.

 

Edwin had appeared at some point and was pointing his sword at the Foreign Army Commander’s throat.

 

With coldly sunken eyes, he warned.

 

“If you lay a hand on Baldin’s citizens, I will kill exactly that many of you. This man will be the first.”

 

This was different from before.

 

The mercenaries surrounding the plaza were not citizens of Baldin, so even if he killed them all, no civil war would break out.

 

The commander realized he was cornered and bit his lips.

 

“…Damn it.”

 

Anyone who wielded a sword on the continent knew Edwin’s name.

 

His Sword Aura, which could easily cut down even great demons, was a magnificent realm that no one in history had ever achieved.

 

Even the commander’s subordinates couldn’t move easily out of fear and only glanced at each other nervously.

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