Queen and Her Duke

Eggers watched the roses bloom in the flames.

Countless Gospels fell on her from the crowd, fell at her feet, and were scattered by the strong wind.

The fragile paper tore and danced wildly in the wind, passed through the empty corridor, and circled the spire together with the white bird, making a sharp and terrifying cry.

Someone lit the holy fire on the altar, and the raging flames instantly enveloped Visia.

She stood on the high platform, confronting the bishops from a distance through the flames.

No one expected the head-on situation.

Eggers wanted to draw the sword, but was stopped in time by the Queen's eyes.

She smiled at everyone.

"God has given me the will to rule my country, never to be arrogant, always sane,"

"I, the sole master of the Golan, have deserved it,"

The queen's words were like the kindling that fell on the thatch, causing an uproar in an instant.

The authority of the holy court affects every country on the Europa continent. Countless devout believers support the messengers of the gods. They cannot be restricted or questioned.

They do not allow any monarch to challenge the authority of faith.

God is the only master here.

Queen Vicia is blasphemy.

Witnessed by the people of Golan, she uttered blasphemous and sinful words with her own mouth.

Under the hostile eyes of the bishop and the old priests, there was a cold and suppressed mockery.

Listen, her will has been broken, and the malice from the whole kingdom will immediately overwhelm her.

Devout believers will gnaw at her flesh and blood, tear open her chest, and tear her body and soul apart.

The faces of the bishops and priests were terrifying. They were hidden in the sinister and twisted silhouettes. The Archbishop of Durham, holding the scriptures, walked out from behind the Holy Knights. He announced the Queen's crimes one by one, trying to Give her a fatal blow,

"Hypocritical, incompetent, despicable thief, outright heresy, it is your original sin to defile the throne as a woman, you don't know how to repent, and you try to override God's power, floods, divisions... God's wrath will fall on you and those who betrayed the church creed on your soldiers,"

"You are sin,"

Durham raised his arms and shouted, and some in the crowd shouted,

"You are not worthy to rule the Golan, and you deserve death,"

"Apology with death,"

"..."

The holy fire beside the altar burned so fiercely that it almost swallowed the Queen.

The results of the trial by the Holy See made the unruly people ready to move. Eggers drew his long sword, Francis and William ordered the royal knights to surround the altar, and the crowd began to attack them.

Durham stared at the figure on the altar resentfully, the bloodthirsty pleasure screamed wildly in his blood.

Be restless, be restless, be afraid.

Even with the protection of the royal capital's army, the result of the trial will soon set off a wave of rebellion in the Golan. The faster the division and turmoil come, the faster the Golan Church will return to the high court of power.

Someone rushed to the altar, trying to kill the woman with a sword.

Eggers' sword was faster, blood gushed out from his body, sprayed on Eggers' face and hands, and the hot blood quickly turned cold.

This is a dangerous signal.

Immediately, more people rushed out, clamoring for Weisia to die.

The priest disguised as a civilian drew out a sharp dagger, confusion, screams, and blood.

Shoving, panic, the steps in front of the altar fell one after another, and the spears pierced their chests, but it seemed that death could not stop the faithful believers.

A seduced, bewitched, petty rebellion.

Vulnerable women and children were pushed down and trampled over.

Howls of pain and cries of terror sounded in the chaos, and Visia looked at them with pain flashing across her face.

The instigator of everything was condescending, coldly looking down on everything that happened.

They clearly saw the pained look on Visia's face, which made them very happy.

A satanic venomous prayer, "Let her die by the sword, let her fall, let her death dispel the cloud over Golan,"

Against the background of the golden robes, the bishops' dirty and excited expressions gradually appeared.

Francis was protected by the knights of the royal court, and he climbed up to the altar with difficulty. He walked to Vicia's side, and anxiety appeared on his face.

"It's out of control, you must leave here as soon as possible and return to the royal court,"

"Go back? Let me leave with ridiculous charges? No, I never thought of retreating,"

Vicia raised her head, and she glanced at the towering spire.

Under the fearful eyes of Francis, Vicia drew out the king sword and pointed at the cardinal on the holy steps,

The blade of the sword radiated a palpitating light in the cold wind, Visia held her firmly, her blue pupils stared at everyone, she walked down the stairs step by step,

Below the ladder is violence.moving crowd.

"Come on, if insulting a humble, weak, and slandered woman who has dedicated all her heart and soul to this country can make you stop fighting and distinguish between good and evil, even if I am torn apart, I will be happy."

The queen's skirt was stained with scarlet blood, and Francis stretched out his hand in vain. He watched Vicia step by step into the abyss in the muddy flesh.

No, this shouldn't be Visia's ending.

Sadness and powerlessness were deeply hidden under Francis' fearful and angry expression, and he quickly chased after her, guarding Vicia's side.

Anyone in the crowd could have dealt the Queen the fatal blow.

Francis thought sadly, if all this is really a sin, then let God take him away as a sinner.

There was a brief silence in the crowd, they looked at the monarch who stepped down from the altar.

Her skin is white and flawless, her face is dazzling, there is no anger in her eyes, no hatred,

There is no retreat.

The high-raised king sword did not fall on any of the Golan citizens, and the bright shadow in the eyes seemed to show fragility, but it was quickly replaced by the tenacious will like a copper wall,

Her voice overshadowed the gloom,

"I firmly believe that the people of the Golan will not continue the wrong rebellion, and I will refute all trumped-up charges,"

"The Archbishop of Durham tried to accuse me of gender, flood and childlessness. I will never plead guilty, but I will definitely accuse him, a true and true betrayer of the faith,"

"Religion leads people to be good, but he deceives God with the conscience of believers, and indulges his own evil and lust. He degenerates into evil, and his hypocritical belief is the source of the real punishment that offends God,"

No one can deny that at this moment, under the body of a woman, there is a heart and will no less than that of any male monarch.

She walked into the crowd, people beside her kept falling down, blood splashed on her face, and slowly slid down.

Without changing her face, she walked up the steps in front of the church.

The spear in the knight's hand was pointed at her throat.

Vicia smiled contemptuously, "You are soldiers of the Golan, and I once regarded you as an honor,"

Under everyone's horrified gaze, Visia didn't stop, her throat pressed against the sharp blade and continued to move forward.

Bang Dang ~ is the sound of a spear falling to the ground.

The royal knights quickly surrounded them again, and they followed Vicia's pace and rushed up the stone steps.

She stepped up the last step, stopped in front of the closed door, and turned around.

Flipping her wrist, Wang Jian landed on Archbishop Durham's neck following her movements.

"What are you going to do? Are you vainly trying to seal our mouths with a sword? God's followers are spread across every country, and Golan will not be able to bear the anger of the Holy Court,"

Durham's complexion changed drastically, and there was trembling fear in his sharp voice.

This woman, how dare she!

Visia smiled faintly, and she nodded slightly towards the five bishops who came from afar, expressing goodwill.

Everyone looked at her actions, is His Majesty crazy?What on earth is she trying to do.

Except for Eggers, who still had sharp eyes under his straight browbones, he quietly sent a signal to the knights on the outermost side of the crowd.

Fight back, start.

"You were seduced and blinded by Durham, who tried to drag you into the abyss, who betrayed the Temple, who indulged in pleasure, a true traitor who has prospered to this day because of his brazenness and eloquence, and in the spirit of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit I swear by my life to reveal the truth to the people,"

"Your Majesty, all allegations need to be corroborated,"

The five trial bishops still looked indifferent, they were confident, they were different from Durham.

They represent the Holy Court, and once Vicia raised her sword to point at them, it undoubtedly meant that Golan was declaring war on other countries.

The smile on Weisia's face suddenly widened, as proof, huh, are there not many women who were dragged to the cross and burned to death after being accused with a random mouth?

Switching between hypocritical expressions with ease, Visia said slowly, "I will prove it."

His voice was low, revealing an undeniable majesty.

A group of royal knights separated from the crowd, and in front of them were more than twenty figures shrouded in small burqas.

Eggers took out one and pushed him down in front of Durham.

With an ominous premonition in his mind, Durham reprimanded him first, "This is another trick you prepared for sophistry!"

Smiling without saying a word, Vicia lifted off the burqa on the boy.

Durham took a step back in disbelief, pointed at the boy with a trembling hand and said, "Why did you appear here, you are not..."

"Didn't I have been thrown into a random grave long ago, am I right, Archbishop Durham?"

Visia completed what Durham couldn't say, and watched his rosy face quickly turn gray.

The five trial bishops didn't know why, and they looked at the flustered Durham, showing obvious fear.

"Dalam, watch your manners.

His throat seemed to be clamped, and Durham breathed heavily, trying to argue before Visia told the truth, making a hollow sound from his mouth. He searched for all the pious teachings, and he was powerless to find that there was no such thing as dirty facts. Arguable.

The believers looked at the ugly appearance of Archbishop Durham, not knowing why.

The hustle and bustle of discussion reached everyone's ears, and public opinion began to reverse under the intentional guidance.

At the moment before the curiosity of the five trial bishops and everyone was exhausted, Eggers said everything,

"The Archbishop of Durham you reverence is a demon of moral decay. He has touched the bodies of young children countless times in the confessional, and he told all the children that this is part of confession. He touched the boys. genitals, he takes away the virginity of the girls,"

"The children's parents are the most devout church believers. He deceived you with lies. The truth is that he is unwilling to endure his molestation. The children who were molested were all thrown to the grave after being played by him to death,"

The author has something to say: The sad thing is that the last story is based on a real contemporary case. A priest suffering from HIV molested more than 30 children.

Hope all children can be treated kindly in their childhood.