The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 572 - 315: The Love Alliance between the Saint Heir and the Witch_3

In a place where nobody noticed,

droplets of cold sweat...

slid down from Judge Yake's forehead.

Yake didn't know when that presence had appeared behind him, nor did he know what it was; the shielding of the Magic God Merlin was enough to elude the perception of saints. He was only aware of the tangible malice and eeriness right behind him, knowing that if his blade moved forward an inch more, or if he spoke another word about An Su, that malice would devour him first.

Because, as a saint's intuition told Yake, there were two invisible blades hanging over his neck.

"Lord Yake."

An Su still wore that innocent smile, his dark blue eyes filled with kindness alone, a polite and well-behaved good child, "You asked for proof of my Radiance, so I shall show you right now."

This was something nobody had anticipated, not just the Judgement Knight Order and the saints, but even An Su's two eldest sons, Lister and Arthur, also cast doubtful glances. Big brother An Su, we know best whether you're corrupt or not, what are you trying to prove?

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Only Yake felt a deep sense of crisis rising within him.

Then, in the next instant, he widened his eyes in disbelief as he witnessed the scene before him—

The young man gently raised his hand.

The rain outside the floor-to-ceiling window ceased, and the wind no longer blew. The autumn sycamore on both sides of the courtyard stopped making their rustling weeping sounds, and even the Maria River ceased to stir up glimmers of ripples, displaying only the sky reflecting warm white and pale blue seas of cloud. The storm had passed, leaving the skies crystal clear, while the yellowed autumn sunlight was cleansed into orange and white,

transformed into the color of Holy Light.

Everyone held their breath.

The scene before them confirmed that last night's ritual was real, not a lie.

Yake saw the divine Holy Light descending from the dome, lighting up every stained-glass window of the Magic Association with different hues; he felt the Holy chants echoing by his ears, filling the desolate silence of the night in the Imperial Capital with musical notes. He watched as every inch of the young man's skin radiated splendid Brightness, his raised greyish-white hair seemingly like rays of light, wantonly scattering the Radiance of those who cared around.

It was as if he held the authority of the world in his grasp.

Yake had seen it before; he had indeed seen this scene, being a side branch of the Golden Kite Royal Family with part of the Royal Family's bloodline, which was the origin impression of all Golden Kite bloodlines—

It was the Blessed Son bestowed with Radiance: [Blessed Son]

Can a child be both cursed and blessed?

If this fact leaked out, the class contradictions within the entire Empire would plunge into the sharpest state, the whole society would fall into an unprecedented massive chaos... or rather, a transformation.

Yake couldn't understand, but this scene had genuinely appeared before him, leaving him trembling, his shoulders shaking slightly, sweat drenching his back.

Regardless, if An Su was also the Blessed Son, then he would undoubtedly be chosen as the Church's Saint Heir.

The Blessed Son could definitely complete the coronation ceremony alone.

"Radiant Goddess'—" An Su whispered by Yake's ear, "sterilization."

Something was lost, something precious forever disappeared, taken away from beside Yake.

Yake's greatest pride in life had been his bloodline; he continually expelled and judged heretics, killing those filthy infants or youths, just to ensure the purity of the bloodline of the Empire's citizens, but he had now lost the ability to reproduce his noble lineage.

This was An Su's grand love, as long as no children were born, the children would never turn into heretics.

And as reproduction goes, the bloodlines only get more complicated.

But as long as no children are born, that would suffice.

"Do you believe me now?" An Su whispered softly by Yake's ear.

"...I believe you now, Your Majesty Chenxing."

Yake took a deep breath, valuing life more than the heritage of the bloodline, "So... can you release those two invisible blades from my neck...?"

"Mhm." An Su nodded teachably, but then immediately sensed something was amiss, "Two blades?"

One was the Little Witch Luojia, but the other...

to escape a saint's perception, even fooling An Su's soul, even stronger than Magic God Merlin's Shielding Magic.

Among the people An Su knew, there was only one.

The young man watched his shadow lightly disturbing, falling into a long, long silence.

When had it arrived?

An Su was also beginning to sweat profusely.

He now only cared about one question, when had Miss Enya arrived? Was it when the Judge made his move...

— or was it even earlier?