Queen and Her Duke

Judgment is coming.

Weisia flipped through the sent information blankly.

Several people in the Privy Council had rare expressions of solemnity on their faces.

"Your Majesty, twenty Holy Court ships arrived in Bruns last night, but they were surprisingly low-key, which is inconsistent with their usual style of conduct,"

In the past, wherever the holy court passed, the people knelt down to greet them, and the momentum was mighty.

At such a sensitive time, any slight change will affect everyone's nerves.

This trial is like a hurricane that is about to sweep, and it weighs heavily on the hearts of every supporter of the Queen.

This is a dangerous game that Vicia has to accept.

Once she is convicted, the results of the Holy Court's trial will be spread to every corner of the European road at the fastest speed.

This indicates that the Golan will once again fall into internal division and turmoil. On the other side of the sea, the covetous neighbors are coveting and coveting, and never give up playing with its minions. They have sworn enemies, but none of them can A solid ally.

No matter how difficult it is for Golan to afford a war, the crown in the storm is crumbling.

Visia, who was the only one present who knew the cause and effect, smiled very lightly, her oppressive deep blue pupils swept across everyone's faces, silently splitting a clear and bright gap.

"Gentlemen, until tomorrow is coming soon, do all you can, but accept all possible consequences,"

Visia turned her face, looking at the rolling dark clouds in the sky outside the window and the golden light and shadow shining on the steeple of the church in the distance, her resolute and majestic face was always indifferent.

The words of worry and prevarication stopped abruptly, and Francis' eyes were filled with deep meaning. He could no longer see what the Queen was thinking. Tomorrow's crisis might be more severe than they expected.

All the troops stationed outside the city have been brought back. Everyone knows that the real danger is not tomorrow's trial, but the turmoil after the trial.

That night, the entire royal city was panicked.

In the thick night, a figure was climbing the smooth limestone exterior wall of the Holy See.

Brown and Bach, who followed, were hidden in the shadows, their eyes widened, and they watched Wen Lin climb up to the tallest spire with two strange things on her back.

Even his breathing became tense, and Brown asked in a trembling voice,

"Mr. Pete, people in the East can be like His Excellency Wen Lin, I mean, can they fly?"

Watching Wen Lin's ups and downs and appearing on the outer wall more than ten meters high, Brown swallowed with difficulty. To him, it was like witnessing magic.

Pete was also surprised, but it was limited to surprise. Wen Lin had jumped off the top of the mast without any protection when he was at sea, and they were no strangers to it.

Deliberately following Brown's words, he replied, "We can fly, but we can't fly as high as the captain,"

The bright fire in the church was shaking with the approaching figures.

Suddenly, Wen Lin slumped down a certain distance, and the surprised Brown and Pete let out a soft cry.

Two neat teams of paladins were coming out of the corner, and the two quickly hid in the grass, looking worriedly at Wen Lin hanging on the outer wall.

The higher the climb, the stronger the wind, and the sudden and violent wind whistled the long hair of Wen Lin's robe, and for a while there was only the sound of howling wind.

Unable to stop shaking her body, Wen Lin slowly pressed her body against the wall and moved up little by little.

The limbs were icy cold from the wind, and they were faintly stiff. After climbing up the circular tower, Wen Lin immediately took out the white cloth and waved it down, signaling Pete and Brown to leave quickly.

Early tomorrow morning, Visia will set off from the royal court, walk through the straight and wide avenue, and arrive at St. Margaret's Cathedral.

There is an altar for judgment inside and outside the church, and a tall cross stands on it.

Rubbing her stiff and cold hands, Wen Lin put the huge fire first.The medicine bag was tightly tied to the bottom of the spire.

The top of the spire is still a few meters high. Fortunately, there are many rectangular window holes on the spire. Wen Lin carefully climbed up with the made lightning rod, and then fixed it with wires.

In the gloomy night, no one could find that there was another person on the spire.

After doing everything, Wen Lin looked at the black clouds rolling in the distance, stretched out her hand against the wind, and carefully felt the temperature on the spire.

The temperature dropped sharply tonight compared to the previous period.

In strong convective weather, the combination of cold and warm often produces thunderstorms and strong winds.

Wrapping the rest of the cloth around her body, Wen Lin jumped down and curled up at the corner under the spire, fire.The medicine package did not have a delay device, so Wen Lin could only wait overnight at the top of the Holy See Tower.

The red carpet stretched from the front of the royal palace to the main road of the royal city, and the knights built a human wall along the queen's walking route.

As time went by, more and more people appeared on both sides of the road.

The sky is gloomy and gloomy, and everything is gloomy and gloomy, revealing a faint ominous atmosphere.

From a distance, they saw the heavy palace door being opened, and the queen wearing a holy veil slowly walked out from behind the door.

Apart from the crown on her head, she has no jewelry on her body.

The queen is like a beam of bright light, suddenly appearing in the eyes of everyone, symbolizing the nobility and purity of light golden curly hair falling from her shoulders, spreading like a river of bright stars, no darkness can take away the brilliance that originally belonged to her.

Eggers, in full military uniform, knelt in front of her, and when the two passed by, Eggers whispered,

"Your Majesty, Your Excellency Wen Lin asked me to tell you that she is discussing with the gods in the sky at this time, and the gods will stand behind you today,"

After finishing speaking, the corners of Eggers' mouth twitched, he would only help convey this sentence to the devil.

Visia nodded slightly, looked into the distance calmly, and stepped into the crowd step by step with a smile on her face.

golden canopy

As the queen moved together, knights and steeds lined up in awe-inspiring order, and the gorse banners fluttered in the wind, like a burning flame, quenching the glory of the royal family.

Surrounded by a noisy crowd.

Some people kowtowed sincerely, while others cursed insidiously. As the royal team advanced, people with malicious intentions were constantly being dragged out from the crowd.

Visia has always watched everything in front of her gently and calmly, and her firm steps did not stop for a moment due to the commotion in the crowd.

The team arrived at St. Margaret's Cathedral without any risk.

At the top of the smooth stone steps was a closed golden door, and five bishops in red robes looked down on Visia from above.

They sharply declared,

"The Golan is falling into the abyss, the evil usurper has stolen the throne, ruled for five years, split the church, and has no heirs, the wrath of our lord will wash away all this,"

"And the source of all evil, the Queen of Golan, is not eligible to enter the temple,"

The lively and noisy voices around suddenly quieted down, and after a while, they began to whisper again.

"Heretics, God's punishment..."

"There will be no sanctuary for the unbelievers,"

"This is God's will..."

"..."

The fanatical Catholics who had gathered outside the Holy See early showed a look of madness. Is this heretic who steals the country and blasphemes the gods finally going to be punished?

The Holy Court's tough attitude was beyond everyone's expectations. Francis' face changed slightly. He clenched the long sword at his waist and approached Visia calmly.

Eggers also took a few steps forward, making gestures quietly, trying to get in front of Vicia.

Vicia raised her head coldly, and pushed Eggers away. Accompanied by the dull thunder that exploded in the clouds, she turned around and walked towards the altar outside the church step by step.

It was at this very altar that her mother, Queen Bonnie, was judged and beheaded 20 years ago.

On the day of the execution, the maid led her to hide in the crowd. That fragile and kind woman was smiling at the last moment before she died. She looked in Visia's direction, full of love.

She said, "My daughter, my soul will shelter you,"

But now, her daughter is also forced to stand here.

The wind was blowing Visia's robe, and the strong wind was whistling beside her. Ignoring the hostile eyes around her, she walked to the cross step by step,

"I walked out of the thorns, and tried my best to replace oppression with law, and blood with stability..."

"I am always with Golan. If it is destined that I will fight with my people, then let the people decide whether I am guilty or not,"

"Even if my head is about to roll under the machete, I will regard it as the highest crown,"

Weeping blood every word, throwing the ground with a sound, Visia looked around calmly, under the unshakable majesty, there was deep pity for pain and misfortune.

She has never been half-slack, whether it is emotional or government affairs, she is almost cruelly strict with herself.

She was ashamed of many people, but never of this country.

If it is doomed, let the country judge whether the crown on her head is really guilty.

The queen, the new aristocrats, the Catholic church, the old aristocrats, and civilians, all forces gathered here, and the war without gunpowder was quietly played.

Protestants began to chant, "God save the king,"

Fanatical Catholics blamed and cursed viciously.

Wave after wave of voices, in the noisy voice, Visia's name was associated with "heresy," "blasphemer," "rebel," and "demon."

The respected cardinal took a step forward, his voice was hoarse and old, and the sharp questioning under anger was like a piece of iron rubbing against the rough stone surface, piercing people's eardrums trembling,

"Women's ruling violates the order of God's creation and the laws of nature. The flood in the south is God's warning. Are you going to let Golan fall into an irreversible situation?"

"The sacred scriptures guide us that it is absolutely impossible to allow evil to breed freely, and we must immediately put an end to future troubles so as not to repeat the same mistakes,"

The cardinal waved his scepter and pointed at Vicia,

"Burning her will put an end to all this misfortune,"

Countless priests took out the Gospel. They wore holy white robes and began to chant in unison. They repeated the slander against Vicia in their mouths. The holy robes bewitched ignorant people.

The crowd gradually became restless, and the Holy See's trial had just begun.

She stood alone on the high altar, her slender and straight figure never bent for a moment, she always held her neck high, despising all false and absurd slanders.

A shameless tongue stirs up absurd lies, trying to bind her will and force her to back down.

no never

The author has something to say: My temperature: God’s vision, it feels very good, but the wind is a bit strong, and I can’t hear anything clearly~

Don't wait tonight, there is no second update~