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At the same time, the cardinal, who had been silent just moments before, spoke again:

"And then, I suppose you are aware of the extraordinary nature of that relic, and that it resurrected the great Bourbon I. Your Majesty, the Pope is pleased to present this relic to you for your perusal!"

"Perhaps it can find a way for you to continue being with your daughter. After all, it can bring the dead back to life, and naturally it can also make the living live longer!"

The church offered everything it could: candy, sticks, and kind words.

According to their understanding of the Glory King.

He would stop here, especially since they were willing to hand over the Book of the Dead to the other party.

What this wise king feared most was that his reign was about to end and that he still had countless things to do.

That's the general rule.

Unfortunately, the King of Glory chose a path completely opposite to theirs: to save the world.

So he gazed down at the two high-ranking church officials and said:

"I'm not going."

Did it work? !

It actually worked?

"That simple?" The two could hardly believe it!

But before they could rejoice, they heard the Glory King continue:

“But my daughter will go, with my army and my vassals.”

"Your Majesty? Albion has no reason to interfere in the Bourbon royal family's affairs!"

Those who sought to create sages were almost rendered speechless.

The King of Glory simply said:

“He and I are like brothers. His daughter and my daughter are each other’s only friends. They and we are family.”

"So this is also an Albion family matter. We must get involved!"

This is simply sophistry!

The cardinals and the Founders were trembling with rage.

"Your Majesty, please think it over carefully. We will always stand by the Crown Prince's side, and by justice and righteousness!"

The Founder of Wisdom issued his final threat.

But for the first time, the Glory King smiled as he looked at them:

"Then let's start the war!"

Chapter 99: Perhaps She Could Be My Bridesmaid! (4k)

A simple sentence, yet it completely froze the two people below.

He could no longer utter a single word.

They never expected the King of Glory to be so direct.

After a long hesitation, the sage finally spoke:

"Your Majesty, please reconsider. This is not a matter of a few words; it concerns the lives of countless people! Countless!"

In response, the Glory King gave them a deep look before speaking:

"It is precisely because it concerns the lives of countless people that I would say, let's go to war."

"Don't think this is just a whim; this is my answer after careful consideration, so don't expect me to change my mind."

“Get out of here. Go back and tell the Pope that Albion will not stand idly by. Albion will abide by the covenant and stand by the Alliance.”

The cardinal tried to persuade him further, but was stopped by the Founder of Wisdom.

After shaking their heads, the two left dejectedly.

As the two left, the purple-robed man, Maris, also stepped out from the side.

Watching the cardinal and the sage of casting depart, Maris said:

"Your Majesty, since we've already thrown off all pretense of civility, why not just keep them both here? Especially that one who forged the sage!"

Theoretically, the Caster of Wise Men are on par with the Cardinals, but in reality, the latter have always been more prestigious.

Because cardinals are chosen from among countless local bishops, they may know things that others do not, or they may have considerable power.

However, those who forge sages must possess a vast amount of lost knowledge, contain countless rare and wondrous mechanisms, and shoulder one or even several crucial positions that would be fatal if they were absent.

Each and every one of them truly supports this enormous church.

The death of even one person could have unimaginable consequences for the church.

For example, the fleet monitoring the north forgot what it was actually monitoring.

It was because the sage who was in charge of this project died unexpectedly.

In addition, many other major disasters that have gone down in history are related to the death of a certain sage who cast the coins.

King Glorious also offered his own explanation for this:

“I want the church to feel that we are not as resolute as we appear. After all, I even let two people who directly threatened me go back, simply because they are important figures in the church.”

Maris bowed slightly to indicate that he understood, and then asked about another matter that was causing him great concern:

"But Your Majesty, do you really intend to send Her Highness the Princess there in person?"

If he is not mistaken, Maris suspects that Yhlo has penetrated deep into the top power structure of France.

If the princess were to go through at this time, she might very well run into them.

Moreover, given the princess's current state, Maris also doubts whether she truly wants to leave her palace.

Since the princess lost her knight, the once-blooming flower of her life has been completely buried deep within the palace.

In the past, maids, knights, and lords could still see that arrogance and disgust unique to gold.

But now, Albion's only treasure has lost all its color.

Even the aversion to the surroundings no longer exists.

People often only realize the value of happiness after they've lost it.

Even those of divine lineage are no exception in this respect.

King Rongguang sighed deeply, leaning wearily against his throne, and said:

"Yes, only she can go there; otherwise, there's no way to fundamentally change the situation."

And... and it's time to make her vaguely aware of something.

Maris was unaware of King Xiaorong's thoughts; he merely asked tentatively:

"But Your Majesty, have you considered that Her Highness the Princess might discover something? Or is this what you desire?"

King Glory did not answer, but silently gazed in the direction of France.

It's not the right time yet, so this move could cause the situation to get out of control.

However, King Rongguang felt that the princess should still be made aware of something.

I need to give her a glimmer of hope.

So that the princess, as delicate as porcelain, might truly be reduced to shards.

'It seems that this is indeed a consideration.'

Maris then knew the answer.

"Then, Your Majesty, how can we persuade the princess to go?"

“Just tell her, and she’ll go. He’s her only friend, especially now.”

After a moment of silence, the Glory King sighed and said:

"Especially now that she is increasingly afraid of losing it."

Maris bowed deeply.

"I understand. I will go myself, Your Majesty."

The man in purple robes disappeared from the throne room, leaving only King Glorious sitting there all alone.

In front of the princess's bedroom, the ladies-in-waiting and maids all watched their mistress with worry.

The golden princesses of the past always instilled fear in them, but at the same time, they also yearned for that beauty and nobility.

People are always drawn to beautiful things, and the princess of the divine lineage represents the ultimate beauty in the world.

In particular, the princess did not actually do anything to them.

Whether it's a thought from the heart or not, if it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist.

Therefore, no real resentment will arise.

And now, that princess who has no interest in anything, that princess who always worries them.

It completely lost all its color, becoming like real porcelain, but broken porcelain.

To be honest, this was something they had never thought of; they knew the princess cared a lot about the knight.

That was Constantine, who was said to be the last emperor of Rome.

But, did it really have to come to this?

In the end, to them and the princess, Constantine was nothing more than an outsider who had suddenly appeared for a few days.

This was something they couldn't understand, and even the Golden Princess herself couldn't understand.

While the knight was still by her side, the princess also thought about what it would be like if she lost him.

At that time, the princess felt that she would definitely feel uncomfortable, but it was by no means unacceptable, since the two sides didn't even have much understanding of each other.

But when she woke up from her coma, she looked around but couldn't see anything.

She was horrified to discover that her world seemed to be rapidly losing its color and shattering.

But she maintained a general appearance because she still felt there was hope.

Until she learned 'everything,' she had lost him forever.

The arrogant princess lost the only thing she cared about.

The world fell into darkness.

She wasn't even quite sure how she got back.

Did the jade send itself back to me?

Remembering that emerald-like, yet even softer hair, the pale princess finally showed some emotion.

But that's all there is to it.

Embracing happiness requires more courage than facing fear, because people begin to fear losing the happiness they have already experienced.

That's just how she is.

Unaware of what was happening, she embraced a happiness called hope, and before she could even react, she had nothing left.

"Boom, boom, boom"

A rhythmic knocking sounded at the door.

Maris's voice then rang out from behind the door:

"Your Highness, His Majesty wishes you to lead the royal fleet and vassals to France to fulfill our alliance with them!"

The pale-faced princess slightly raised her head.

France?

What's wrong with France?

The gray world began to show the color of jade, but only a very small amount, just a barely perceptible touch.

"With the full support of the Church, Bourbon II launched a massive rebellion that swept across France, plunging the entire country into war. Your friend, Princess Emerald, has also lost contact with us."