Chapter 66 I want to see a river of blood!
The early morning sun illuminates this palace complex that looks like it was carved from jade.

Marble statues, carved beams and painted buildings, and gold lines inlaid on the palace walls, every detail exudes a luxurious palace atmosphere.

The beautifully decorated fountains spraying water mist make this magnificent palace seem like a fairyland.

An old man with gray hair and a kind face, wearing a holy robe, walked in the palace of Sussetani.

Pope Kirkadi II of the Church of the Dawn gazed at this extravagant palace and sighed, "Your Majesty the King spends too much on these external things every year."

The president of the Inquisition who followed the Pope snorted coldly: "So our king has forced a group of nobles who should be loyal to him to the opposite side."

"Monroe, be careful with your words! This is not the Cathedral of Dawn."

The Pope's words silenced Monroe, the president of the Inquisition.

The Pope closed his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on his old face. He said, "This is good news for the Holy See. The nobles in the parliament are the ones we can win over."

"You are right, Your Majesty."

Monroe bent over.

He immediately understood what His Holiness the Pope meant.

The relationship between theocracy and royal power has always been full of contradictions.

Especially with the example set by the enemy country, the Kingdom of England.

The Kingdom of England is a theocracy, with the Pope being the king.

Pope Garcia III of England not only holds state power, but also religious authority.

It is also because of this that the Pope and the King of the Church of the Dawn in Sussetani have been at odds for hundreds of years.

Both sides are afraid that their power will be taken away by the other side.

His Majesty the King did not warmly welcome the Pope's arrival, but simply asked his servants to take him to the meeting room of the palace.

His Holiness the Pope himself was unwilling to come to the palace and be ignored by the King.

But the king's words forced the Pope to come.

There were traces of the 'Dark Moon Goddess' in the palace.

The king was afraid of the Dark Moon Goddess, so how could he, the Pope, not be worried as well?

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

In the conference room, His Majesty the King greeted the Pope with a forced smile.

His Holiness the Pope also greeted the King in a lukewarm manner.

There was no nonsense between the two sides, and neither side wanted to play along any more.

At the king's signal, a servant came in with a piece of paper and spread the paper on the long table in front of him.

“Your Majesty, these are the ritual remnants found in the palace. I had someone draw them according to the arrangement pattern.

At the ceremony site, there were still many candles left.”

The Pope came to the piece of paper with a solemn look, carefully observing the traces of the "pattern".

"This is indeed the holy emblem of the Dark Moon Goddess, and this ritual should be related to 'death'."

The Pope, wearing the triple crown, slid his fingers over the marks and said slowly, "For the specific effects, I need to go back to the church and look up the scriptures.

Your Majesty, don't hold out too much hope. There aren't many ancient books about the 'Dark Moon Goddess' in the Vatican, only some ambiguous records."

His Majesty the King frowned and said, "Your Majesty, are you kidding? The Dawn Church has no record of the Dark Moon Goddess?"

This is unreasonable.

Even if the Dark Moon Goddess has fallen, as the Dawn Goddess's greatest enemy, the Dawn Church should have extremely detailed records of the Dark Moon Church.

The king looked somewhat dissatisfied, he thought the Pope was just trying to please him.

Kirkadi II said slowly: "Your Majesty may not know that after the Dark Moon Goddess fell, all the books related to the Dark Moon Goddess were automatically destroyed.

Only a very small amount of taboo knowledge about this goddess has been passed down, which is not profound.

What the Dawn Church has preserved is what the church's past priests recorded based on their memories, not the original text of the Dark Moon Goddess."

After a pause, the Pope continued, "But since these things have reappeared after seven hundred years, it is very likely that the pagans have not disappeared. Their target should be the Kingdom of Susetani, a country that once believed in the Dark Moon Goddess."

His Majesty the King and the Pope looked at each other. The two national and religious leaders who had great conflicts had no disagreement on this point.

These pagans must not be allowed to rise again!
His Majesty was silent for a moment, and then asked someone to bring a new piece of paper, and asked, "Your Majesty, do you know what this ritual pattern is for?"

The Pope frowned, took the paper and thought about it carefully, then said uncertainly: "This ritual seems to be using the power of the goddess to curse others."

“Curse…”

His Majesty the King murmured something, then smiled and said, "Thank you for your generous answer, Your Majesty.

These followers of the Dark Moon Goddess are the common enemy of the Kingdom of Susetani and the Church of Dawn. I hope Your Majesty can treat them with caution."

Kirkadi II nodded.

……

His Holiness the Pope left in a hurry and went back to the church to look for information.

As Pope of the Church, he was more worried about the rise of pagans than the King of Susaitani.

If these pagans were to revive, the Dawn Church would be the first to suffer.

After the Pope left, the smile on the King's face gradually faded. He clapped his hands and said in a serious tone: "Prime Minister, you also heard what the Pope said."

Prime Minister Palin walked out from the secret door of the conference room.

His Majesty the King held the paper in front of him, staring at the complicated pattern, and said with a twinkling eye: "Curse... Was this thing really found in the eldest prince's house?"

The Prime Minister whispered: “After receiving your instructions, the intelligence department’s sparrows conducted a carpet search of the palace, even the queen’s bedroom was not exempted.

After searching inside and outside for several times, the sparrows finally found this ritual in a book that the eldest prince had read. "

His Majesty the King gently placed the paper in his hand on the table. He turned his head to look out the window and asked, "Prime Minister, what do you think of this matter?"

Prime Minister Palin hesitated and said, "This could be a frame-up, Your Majesty."

"You're right. This could be a frame-up. The person who could have framed him is most likely the second brother, but..."

His Majesty the King said quietly, "The prince's study is not accessible to ordinary people. What if it is real?"

The Prime Minister dared not speak.

……

"Sitting in the position of a king, what he fears most is that someone wants to harm him. The more capable a king is, the more suspicious he is.

Our Majesty might very well guess that this was a frame-up, but even if he did, so what? This is an open conspiracy.

As long as His Majesty the King becomes suspicious, no matter what the truth of the matter is, it will become a thorn in his heart and a hurdle that he cannot overcome.

In order to make himself feel at ease, His Majesty the King has to be cruel once, and our Majesty happens to be a cruel man. "

In Deya's study, he sat in a comfortable boss chair, holding a magic book in his hand, and said with a smile.

There were only two listeners, a witch and a puppet.

Miss Doll swung her legs and listened with interest, but Miss Witch raised her eyes and said politely, "Will the king kill the eldest prince?"

Deya shook his head: "No, no, no, our king is a smart man, how could he kill the eldest prince for such a thing.

You can only make some minor moves towards the king and not get too deeply involved, otherwise he will definitely find out.

The real breakthrough is the eldest prince, who is much more immature than our Majesty."

Deya turned his chair and crossed his legs, looking toward the French window behind him, toward the palace complex looming in the distance.

Patricia sat in the void, clapping her hands and laughing, "Hurry up, Deya, I want to see a river of blood."

This doll is worthy of being the legacy of the 'Queen of the Dead'.

She has very little human morality and has a genuine love for death.

"You'll see, Patricia. I may need your help to calm the situation down. I need your strength."

"As you wish, Deya."

(End of this chapter)