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Chapter 435. The Story of the Third Cycle [2 Reincarnations] (12)

Edric had a nightmare.

The story of the nightmare is strange. In the dream, an unprecedented plague spreads across the continent. He loses his status as the Son of Light because of a dispute with the Church over property tax and is forced to flee to the domain of the God of Original Sin.

There, without divine favor, he had to use a "forbidden scripture" to make a deal with the most sinister and powerful god of death in legend.

Later, by chance, he disguised himself and returned to the realm of the God of Light. On his return to his homeland, he encountered his sister, who had appeared in his many dreams.

He rescued his sister and took her back to the realm of the God of Original Sin, where the two lived together for many years.

My sister was skilled in pharmacology and saved many people during the epidemic, but she was targeted by the Vatican.

The dream ended on a snowy night, his body was completely exhausted, and his chest cavity was full of blood seeping down.

Amidst the excruciating pain, he slowly closed his eyes, feeling his consciousness slipping away with the darkness.

The dream was supposed to end with the darkness, but he saw a circle suddenly appear in the boundless night.

It's not accurate to call it a ring, because it was an extremely large ring, with only half of it spanning his world, and the other half of it being nowhere to be found.

In his dream, he seemed to know what the ring was, and he asked the void:

"The ruler who controls eternity and cycles, the great god of reincarnation, when will all this aimlessness be resolved?"

An indescribable whisper came from the void from the God of Reincarnation:

[I take turns with "Miracle," and the current "Miracle" is the judge. I cannot help you, my priest. But the Throne of Death has accepted your sacrifice; perhaps when a new God of Death takes his seat, he can only sever the cycle of reincarnation binding you.]

The distant whispers echoed in circles before finally disappearing into the void.

Edric opened his eyes from the bed and looked at his palace.

He felt that the hazy dream was nothing but an illusion.

Because dreams and reality are so far apart.

In his dream, he argued with the Vatican over property taxes and was eventually expelled. In reality, he did have a conflict with the Vatican, but it was over funding for religious ceremonies and had nothing to do with property taxes.

Although he was indeed demoted, he was not expelled from his family and has since been brought back to assume the position of Holy Son.

That nightmare should have vanished with the golden rain of the Holy Son's succession ceremony, forgotten in the depths of some dusty memory, but now it has been brought back to life by a small figure seen by chance.

Although he felt that the dream was fake and the nightmare was illusory, the moment he saw the little girl, Edric felt that he might really have a sister.

……Why?
do not know.

Amidst a swirling sense of confusion and a strange conviction, he inexplicably came to believe that he must have a younger sister, who might have many names, but she was definitely her.

However, just as he was about to call out to her, the boy in the floral hat suddenly jumped out.

The young nobleman was very polite and spoke with great courtesy, but the long dream and reality were intertwined, plunging Edric into a state of extreme confusion and bewilderment.

The boy in the floral hat, seeing the Holy Prince standing before him in a daze without saying a word, could barely keep up the smile on his face.

He knew what the little prophet was doing, something that completely contradicted the interests of the Papacy.

Although it is not currently paying attention to Vera, it is only because the lower-ranking nobles are tied up and the higher-ranking nobles are busy with Rose Medical Affairs and cannot attend to her, so it can only use delaying tactics.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the conflict of interests at the grassroots level means that the two cannot have too much contact.

It is quite a bad thing that the Holy Son, representing the Papacy, has suddenly set his sights on the young prophet during his inauguration ceremony.

Since Vera couldn't come forward, he, as a good friend, had to step in and help.

Unexpectedly, the newly appointed Holy Son had a problem with his mind. After he spoke, the other party fell silent, leaving Andor unsure how to proceed.

He gritted his teeth and bowed again, saying, "Your Highness, won't you go up on stage first? The ceremony is about to begin."

The white-robed saint before him finally reacted. He looked at the girl in the green tutu in the crowd, who nodded slightly, lifted her skirt, and bowed to him:
"May Your Highness enjoy your days."

A huge sense of disorientation flashed through him, and Edric rubbed his head before turning and walking towards the platform.

"call……"

Andor breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing as he deftly put the floral top hat back on.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous, as it was my first time confronting the Holy Son of God.

He walked over to Vera, put an arm around her shoulder, and spoke with a hint of smug satisfaction:
"How about it, Vera? I'm the kindest person when it comes to my friends!"

Vera gracefully brushed his hand away with her long white gloved hand and said slowly:

"That's good, but this holy son is really my brother."

"what?"

This time, it was Andor's turn to be utterly astonished. He took a step back, pointed at her, then at the Holy Son on the high platform, and said:

"You...you're from the Vatican?"

"No, if you are a follower of the God of Light, why are you spreading your faith in the God of Blue Leaves?"

Andorra was shocked and confused.

Vera said calmly:
“I am not a member of the Vatican. The ‘he’ I’m referring to is my brother, just ‘him’, regardless of his identity.”

"The followers of the God of Light have nothing to do with me; the God of Green Leaf is my faith and pursuit."

Andor still didn't fully understand, but Vera had subtly veered away from the topic, turning her gaze to the high platform and speaking calmly:
"He was destined to be a saint, standing at the pinnacle of humanity, revered by all. If he were to become the Pope of Light in the future, that would be a bright future for him."

A faint smile played on her lips as she whispered:
"Brother... I am relieved to see that you have finally achieved your wish. May the great God of Light bless you with happiness and fulfillment throughout your life."

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The Vatican bells rang solemnly, one after another, like divine pronouncements from the clouds, symbolizing the God of Light's recognition of the new Holy Son.

On the high platform, the holy son, dressed in white robes, raised the scepter in his hand.

In an instant, a shower of golden rain fell from the sky, carrying brilliant light, enveloping the entire ceremony venue as if a myth had descended.

Light intertwines with shadow, swaying like a dream in everyone's eyes.

"Long live the God of Light! Long live the Holy Son of Light!"

"Long live the Holy Son!"

The cheers of the crowd surged in like a tidal wave, vibrating the air with tremendous force.

Vera reached out and caught a shower of golden rain.

The glimmer of light lingered briefly in her palm, illuminating her lowered eyelashes.

Then, along with the crowd, she gently lifted her skirt and slowly bowed towards the platform.

At that time, she had no idea what kind of darkness was hidden behind this dazzling light.

She had no idea that her brother was heading down a long, lonely, and bleak path.