I am the heroine's godfather!

Loran put on an innocent look: "No one can really say what these prophecies are."

"what……"

Chapter 270 Clouds move in all directions

Inside Antaya's palace, Frederick walked to the dungeon. Imprisoned deep within were the once high-ranking members of the royal family.

The once beautiful queen is now withered and pale, her once magnificent hair now like a clump of dry straw. The once noble prince is now lower than the lowest slave.

Upon seeing Frederick approach, the queen's eyes, which had previously been devoid of any light, lit up with a glimmer of hope for survival. She crawled to the front of the prison cell, stretched out her hand with all her might, and pleaded for something.

"Please, no, don't kill me! I can serve you! I can be your slave! I swear I won't seek revenge, I won't disobey your orders!"

She started tearing at her clothes, completely oblivious to the fact that her child was right next to her, letting her aging skin be exposed—if that aging skin could even be called aging skin.

"Friedrich! Please, please! Don't kill me!... I know you still love me, don't you? You killed Drew because of me, didn't you? Friedrich, actually, I've always loved you!"

Looking at the queen before him, Frederick's eyes remained completely unmoved.

The story of him, the queen, and King Dru of Antaya is actually quite cliché: a noblewoman, a prince, and the prince's knight. Later, the noblewoman married the prince, the prince became king, and the knight returned after his training and stayed by the king and queen's side to protect the country.

Normally, seeing the person he once loved become like this would have stirred something in Frederick, but for some reason, he felt nothing at all.

He slapped the queen's hand away and sighed.

"you've changed."

"What...what are you saying...?"

“I am aware of all the crimes you and your children have committed since you became queen.”

His eyes held a hint of pity: "You are beyond saving."

Having said that, he turned and left, completely ignoring the queen's pleas and the wails of the other royals.

As he stepped out of the prison, a cold voice rang out.

"I thought you would soften your heart."

“If I show even the slightest sign of weakness, your sword will take my life, won’t it, Ms. Alyssa?”

"Heh, it's good that you know."

"Ah, I know. I know what I have to do, and I know what my fate will be."

"That's good."

Alyssa nodded, then turned and left, leaving Frederick alone in thought.

“Drew, I have betrayed you, betrayed my lord, and now I am unforgivable. But at least, at the very end, let me bring a new king to Antaya.”

The last rays of the setting sun illuminated half of the long corridor. Frederick turned and walked into the darkness.

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"So, the former king of Antaya, that uncle, wasn't actually a good person?"

Charlotte and Lorraine sat in the private room. It had been a long time since Charlotte had returned to Antaya, and Charlotte was also missing the food there.

In response to Charlotte's question, Loran pondered and said, "You can't say that... He was quite a good king when he was young. Under his leadership, Antaya's territory expanded considerably. Today, Antaya's size is roughly equivalent to a larger duchy in Isnar."

"I bet you're going to say 'but' next."

"Ah, that's true. But as he got older, that guy named Drew gradually became complacent. Although he himself didn't indulge in sensual pleasures, he allowed his family to enjoy them, which led to many wrongful convictions. Among these family members, the only one who could be considered somewhat better was your classmate Milia."

"Forehead……"

Charlotte recalled the first time she met Milia. Could that spoiled attitude really be considered the best?

Antaya is doomed sooner or later.

However, Milia has indeed changed quite a bit these days.

"So, those members of the royal family really deserve to die?"

Charlotte looked confused, and Lorraine nodded: "You're not wrong to think that way... They really aren't exactly good people."

"But why involve cults of evil gods?"

Charlotte was still somewhat puzzled. If killing those members of the royal family was part of the Church of the Evil God's plan, then regardless of whether these people deserved to die, at least Loran, as... a high-ranking member of the Church, should have taken some countermeasures, right?

Loran smiled and said, "That's another plan."

"Hmm, another riddle."

Miss Charlotte was furious and stabbed her steak twice with her fork.

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"Is the investigation clear?"

Milia asked her subordinate, who nodded: "Tomorrow, Frederick will hold an execution ceremony in the central square."

"Tomorrow?"

Milia frowned; time was running out.

"Your Highness."

A subordinate handed over a letter: "A letter from Lady Iris."

"Lady Iris?"

Milia looked puzzled: "Why would she send a letter?"

But since a letter has arrived, it's only natural to open it and take a look.

Milia took the letter, opened it, read it, and her confusion deepened.

"Your Highness?"

"Lady Iris said..."

Milia's tone was filled with deep confusion: "She said she would assassinate Frederick at tomorrow's ceremony."

"What?!!"

Everyone looked surprised. In Laura's mind, Kasna said triumphantly, "See? I told you something bad was going to happen during the ceremony."

“Is this right?”

Miss Laura was starting to have trouble understanding. What did she mean by killing Frederick during the ceremony? Was this even right? Wouldn't this enrage the Church of the Evil God and lead to her execution?

"We'll find out when the time comes."

Kasna waved her hand: "Anyway, you just need to sit and watch the show; you won't be able to get involved in what happens after that."

"Why are you talking like I'm useless..."

"Hard to say."

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The second day of the Seven Gods' Birthday is the most lively day, with the most important events in each country taking place today. However, in Antaya, what is to be held today is the execution of the former royal family.

This shocked many people.

The executioner was a one-armed man with a dark, sinister face, giving off a sinister vibe that suggested he wasn't a good person. However, this did fit the common perception of an executioner.

Those once high and mighty members of the royal family were now kneeling on the execution platform, their faces gaunt and withered.

Frederick I held the list of these people's crimes in his hands and read it aloud, word by word. With each word, the faces of these people paled, and the crowd below began to whisper among themselves.

Chapter 271 Growing Up is a Good Thing

As Frederick recounted his crimes one by one, the crowd below immediately began to murmur amongst themselves. They had known for some time that the royal family was not behaving properly, but no one had expected them to be this despicable.

Many victims immediately testified, further bolstering the credibility of these charges. At that moment, the execution of the royal family members became the popular demand.

Although the rebels mixed among the civilians were inwardly cursing the royals for their inhumanity, the people on the platform were still royalty, and their execution was a huge blow to the rebels' morale. Therefore, they still planned to find an opportunity to save the royals. But at that moment, they were shocked to discover that they could no longer move their bodies.

On the third floor of the tavern next door, Loran gently pressed his finger and picked up a dessert.

"Sigh, you really can eat in this situation."

Charlotte pouted. This was an execution! She had never seen anything like it in her life! Although she had killed people and magical beasts before, combat and execution were different.

Lorraine smiled and said, "The only thing in the world that should not be missed is good food."

"Eat, eat, eat until you die."

Charlotte rested her chin on her hand; she really had no appetite right now.

"In conclusion, the members of the Antaya royal family have committed heinous crimes that are unforgivable!"

Frederick held the indictment high and loudly announced the verdict: "In the name of the new King of Antaya, I hereby declare these people sentenced to death!"

The one-armed executioner raised his remaining arm high, and the members of the Antaya royal family screamed, but their cries were drowned out by the overwhelming anger of the crowd.

Heads fell to the ground one by one, and blood gushed out.

Charlotte covered her mouth, and the rebels below the stage stared wide-eyed.

A gust of wind blew.

The sky suddenly darkened.

"what happened?"

Is it going to snow?

The sudden change in weather caught the audience off guard. Charlotte keenly sensed something was amiss, looked up at Loran, and was about to speak when Loran pressed her hand down.

A strange magical energy wave enveloped the two of them.

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

A maniacal laugh rang out from the execution platform; the one-armed executioner was now laughing uproariously!

The rain fell, its color a vibrant red.

It's a rain of blood!

Everyone in the stands panicked, but to their surprise, they found themselves seemingly frozen in place, unable to move at all.

"very good!"

The one-armed executioner tore off his disguise, revealing a cold face and eyes that gleamed with an eerie blood-red hue!

“Friedrich, you have done well in offering your blood as a blasphemy on the most important festival of the Seven Gods. The Lord will reward your actions.”

host?

Who is his master?

The answer was obvious; a name surfaced in the minds of everyone below the stage. Only those people wanted to blaspheme the Seven Gods, only… the Church of the Evil God!

They tried to shout, but found that their vocal cords seemed to be squeezed, and they couldn't make a sound.

"Now, the ceremony begins, lambs!"

The executioner opened his arms, embracing the rain of blood: "I am the Bloodthirsty Pope, the one who presides over the sacrifice, and your shepherd!"

"Your Majesty, your figure is so majestic, your existence so noble, you are the Lord's spokesperson!"

Frederick I knelt on one knee, his face devout. Seeing their king in such a state, everyone below the platform felt despair. The Bloodthirsty Pope gave a chilling smile, his withered, claw-like hand gently stroking Frederick's head, as if petting a loyal hound.

“You have done very well, Frederick. As a believer in the Lord, you will be rewarded.”

The Bloodthirsty Pope smiled and said, "Let me think about how to reward you."

"As long as it contributes to the Lord's cause of hegemony, rewards are of no concern!"

“Very good, the Lord will praise your sincerity.”

The Bloodthirsty Pope grinned smugly, "But it's not our style to fail to reward merit... How about this, let me make you, my loyal Frederick, the first sacrifice! Be grateful, I grant you the right to face the Lord!"

His withered, claw-like hand suddenly exerted force, and Frederick's head exploded with a bang. However, the blood did not splatter but instead flowed into a river, pouring into the Bloodthirsty Pope's body.

Charlotte stared wide-eyed at the scene; this was the first time she had witnessed a ritual of the Church of the Evil God so closely. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but there seemed to be faint, golden specks of light in the river of blood. But just as Charlotte tried to look closer, the light vanished.

"What delicious blood, Frederick! I will remember your contribution!"

The Bloodthirsty Pope let out a maniacal laugh, and the blood rain in the sky gradually gathered, slowly flowing into his body. The power within him continued to rise, from mid-seventh rank to high-seventh rank, to peak seventh rank, until he touched that barrier. That was the insurmountable chasm between the seventh and eighth ranks.

"Tsk, isn't that enough grace?"

The Bloodthirsty Pope licked his lips, his head bending at an eerie angle as he looked at the crowd: "Next, it's your turn!"