That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 219
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Chapter 219
Coriko nodded with a haggard face. When the High Priest carefully opened the box and showed what was inside to the people below the platform.
“…!”
I almost threw away all my composure and jumped up from my seat.
‘Kim Ddongbyeol? Why are you coming out of there?’
It was Kim Ddongbyeol, neatly sealed in the sacred box.
I reflexively looked up, but my star was still above my head.
‘Then what is that?’
“This is the beginning of all divine power in the world, the only sacred relic bestowed by God. We will verify the Saint with this.”
There was no verification process even in Coriko’s Saint ending.
‘Scenes I’ve never seen in the game keep appearing one after another….’
Before I could examine it more closely, Coriko reached her hand over the sacred relic. And then.
“Ooh…!”
“My goodness…!”
“The sacred relic, the sacred relic is floating!”
“Oh God!”
People simultaneously exclaimed in wonder and looked up at the sky. It was because the sacred relic floated and moved above Coriko’s head.
The subtle divine power I felt at that moment was definitely not fake.
The divine power that spread like flower fragrance was enough to fill the huge assembly hall, and all those sitting devoutly clasped their hands together as if facing God.
I frowned as much as possible and observed the star circling above Coriko’s head.
‘It’s black.’
Moreover, it was the early version of Kim Ddongbyeol. It was incomparably smaller than the Kim Ddongbyeol currently circling above my head.
‘What on earth is it? Is it fake?’
Kim Ddongbyeol, you’re not fake, are you?
I would be too sad if you were.
The High Priest spoke with a benevolent smile.
“You may put down the sacred relic now, Saint.”
“Yes….”
Coriko was breaking out in cold sweat, as if lifting that fake star for even a short while had been very taxing.
“With this, I hereby proclaim that Hyacinthia Frazier is a Saint verified by the sacred relic ‘Han Ina’….”
Cough.
Cough cough cough cough.
Leon Frazier patted my back vigorously.
“Hey, why are you suddenly coughing like that. Did something go down the wrong way?”
“Tulia, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”
“Quick, bring some wa, water.”
Water? I didn’t need it.
I just blinked blankly and could only ask Leon and Lisian back.
“O, Older Brothers. What did they just say the sacred relic’s name was?”
“Huh?”
Unlike Leon Frazier who made a confused expression, Lisian calmly handed me water and answered.
“Han Ina.”
“….”
“The sacred relic… name is… Han Ina, they said.”
* * *
Ferdinand looked at Tulia’s face, which had hardened to a pure white beyond pale.
They were on opposite sides, and the distance was quite far, but he had exceptionally good eyesight.
Why does she look like she’s about to collapse?
Has Benjamin Fluas, that prince, appeared here somewhere again?
Ferdinand realized a beat late that he was somehow scanning the crowd.
It was ridiculous, irritating, and he even found himself contemptible.
It was the first time.
A woman he had proposed to purely of his own will.
But that noble woman loved another man and cried so hard her eyes swelled up like walnuts.
And she smiled sweetly while plunging a dagger into his heart, saying she didn’t love him.
Yes, it was a dagger.
Ferdinand had definitely been wounded by Tulia.
Their relationship had ended like that.
No, had it even started?
Why on earth was he still paying so much attention to Tulia Frazier?
Why did thinking of her make him feel endlessly lonely and tormented, yet ultimately lead him to look at her like this again?
If it hadn’t been for Emperor Alessandro.
If it hadn’t been for Empress Carmi.
If it hadn’t been for those two, if only it hadn’t been those two.
He wouldn’t have been a terrible monster, a defective product, or damaged goods.
He could have grown up normally and proposed to Lady Frazier normally with a normal appearance….
He could have promised her the Empress position and asked her to accept him.
Ridiculous.
Everything felt tediously boring.
Ferdinand suddenly wanted to overturn this entire situation.
“High Priest.”
Ferdinand stood up from his seat, glanced once at the pitifully trembling girl called the Saint, and spoke.
“Why didn’t the late Her Majesty the Empress undergo such verification?”
“…!”
“My mother could have been a Saint too when she showed that divine power.”
* * *
‘Why is he suddenly acting like that again.’
Because Ferdinand suddenly dropped a bombshell statement, a new wave was rising among the distinguished guests.
The High Priest, who had been looking at Ferdinand with a complicated expression, opened his mouth.
“Former Empress Olivia also could have been elevated to Saint, but she refused.”
“…!”
Emperor Alessandro shot up from his seat.
“She was a Saint?!”
“She could have been. The divine power Former Empress Olivia possessed certainly met the criteria for a Saint. Her Majesty the Empress simply did not acknowledge it.”
The High Priest looked at Ferdinand with a face tinged with sadness.
“For her, only Prince Ferdinand, only Your Highness was everything.”
“….”
“But for two people with such tremendous divine power to be born in succession like this in the same era….”
The High Priest looked at Coriko with distant eyes.
“Perhaps some of the divine power or soul that the late Empress Olivia possessed flowed into a new body.”
“…!”
In that moment, the Emperor’s eyes looking at Coriko shook greatly. The nobles were no different.
‘So, you’re saying that Coriko might be something like a reincarnation of Empress Olivia? But as far as I know, being a addict, the doctrine of this world is definitely….’
“You’re saying that part of a soul might have flowed into a new body, High Priest.”
Ferdinand spoke in a cold voice.
“The doctrine of the Holy Scripture states that the dead find eternal rest in God’s embrace, so why are you spreading such nonsensical delusions?”
The High Priest, who had been making meaningful remarks, was suddenly startled.
He too had noticed his own slip of the tongue.
“His Majesty the Emperor seems deeply grieved, so I made a mistake. Thank you for enlightening me, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”
It was problematic for someone called a High Priest to say something different from the Holy Scripture’s doctrine in such an official setting.
‘Something feels….’
The High Priest seemed like he didn’t want to receive even the slightest hatred from Ferdinand. He almost felt like a court attendant.
While I wondered if he needed to go that far, in another way, I could understand it.
If there were two figures the Temple loved, one would be the Crown Prince who was born embracing all the divine power in the world.
And the other was said to be Lisian Frazier, who possessed beauty like an archangel painted in holy pictures.
‘And today, one more person was added.’
Coriko.
* * *
Carmi bit her lips tightly while watching Emperor Alessandro, who kept tapping his right fingers.
That habit was something the Emperor did when he was anxious.
What could be the reason the Emperor was anxious right now?
‘Empress Olivia, Empress Olivia!’
When would that woman finally disappear from above her head?
Carmi’s face, as she glanced sideways at the Emperor’s face where longing and anguish coexisted, was truly like a blank sheet of paper.
The Head Maid carefully approached Carmi.
“Your Majesty the Empress. Please don’t be impatient.”
“….”
“The Saint is from the Frazier direct line anyway. The more magnificent her status becomes, the less His Majesty the Emperor will dare to summon her to his bedroom. So rather, Your Majesty the Empress should step forward yourself and elevate that woman’s status even more….”
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