In the Name of Empress

Chapter 750 414: Your Stake, No, Your Stake of Fire (Part 2)

Roland slightly lowered his head, afraid he couldn't hold back his laughter.

Christine's face was solemn, seemingly calm, but there was an unmistakable "hidden worry" between her brows.

Roland silently gave her acting full marks.

Even though he knew the answer, he was almost fooled by Christine.

The facade of weakness she was holding up was alive and vivid, her acting was exceptional.

But then again, it's normal; being the leader of professional charlatans, it would be weird if she couldn't act.

Looking at Christine's expression, Cardinal Muse had not a bit of doubt.

How could the Goddess's oracle be false, especially with that abundant divine power?

If not for Christine's deep-seated power over the years, he wouldn't be so courteous.

Since it was confirmed Christine had lost all her power, and the Goddess bestowed her strength, it was only natural to publicly expose Christine's divine facade.

Disgrace is only the beginning, the burning stake is her ultimate fate.

She wouldn't be the first Saintess to go to the stake, nor the last.

Pope? How could someone abandoned by the Goddess be qualified to be Pope?

He, Cardinal Muse, who is deeply favored by God, is the new Pope!

Muse's supporters fixed their eyes on Christine, attempting to find flaws in her demeanor.

Christine hid her feelings well enough that outsiders couldn't tell, but it didn't include them.

The Cardinals, also professional charlatans, aren't they all seasoned actors?

Christine's weakness was discernible at a glance to them.

Several Cardinals exchanged glances, unable to conceal their joy.

Christine held the position of Pope for over a century, the wealth she amassed was unimaginable.

Muse, being the divine believer, would inherit her political legacy, and the other benefits would naturally be divided among them.

Even Christine herself was the legacy they coveted.

She was high above, pure as jade, even if her looks were ugly, she would still stir a conquest desire.

Let alone being so beautiful.

Before the burning stake, many other physical punishments awaited her.

Even those Cardinals too old to lift a spear wouldn't want to miss this chance to trample the once proud Saintess.

Martin, mixed in the crowd at the back, walked silently with his head down, and in an unnoticed angle, he secretly slipped a small paper ball to Roland.

Roland glanced at him somewhat surprised, but Martin's gaze wandered far away, blank and indifferent, as if nothing had happened previously.

Underestimating this guy indeed.

Thought him to be a fair-weather person, didn't expect he would dare place a bet against the wind.

Some things, no matter how secretly done, are invariably exposed; Martin indeed took a significant risk.

Knowing Christine "lost all power" yet still placing a bet against the wind, what is Martin relying on?

No time to contemplate this, Roland took advantage of everyone's focus on Christine to secretly open the paper.

"Strip bare in public."

A seemingly crude sentence, yet Roland instantly understood.

Martin was reminding him that Muse intended to publicly expose the fact Christine was abandoned by God.

His lips curled slightly, sending Martin an eye of control.

Even if Martin didn't remind him, he was prepared beforehand, even setting a trap for the opposing party.

But Martin's warning wasn't meaningless, at least he could safely be ashore.

Several Cardinals and dozens of Holy Hall members surrounded Christine, some intentionally or unintentionally kept an eye on Roland, afraid he might suddenly cause trouble.

As they were about to arrive at Holy Light Square, Cardinal Muse stopped and turned to Roland.

"Roland, although you're an Honorary Knight, your faith isn't exclusive, you needn't listen to the upcoming divine oracle."

"Nonsense."

Roland sneered: "The Knight of Light title was bestowed by the former Pope and certified by the Goddess; you have no right to boss me around."

Muse knew Roland would say that, wasn't angry, even gesturing to stop the Paladins from approaching.

He smiled at Roland, calmly saying: "His Highness the Light, since you wish to listen, then come."

He squinted, forcibly concealing his killing intent.

He knew Roland would protect Christine.

This pair truly has an affair!

Though His Holiness's purity couldn't be doubted, women have ways to make men happy.

Historically, many Saintesses were merely half virgins.

They ensured retaining that membrane, but some used magic to patch it, some raised their hips and panted loudly, some knelt not in prayer, some used broad chests to embrace the heat.

The last point indeed presented a challenge for Christine, whose chest was particularly open, the others hardly troubled her.

If these two have no affair, then tie himself to the stake!

Muse thought viciously.

Since Roland wants to die, let him.

With the Goddess's protection, who cares about offending powerful nations?

Muse strode forward, leading the way to Holy Light Square, accompanied closely by other Cardinals and Holy Hall members, as well as Roland and Christine behind.

Martin, squeezed amidst the crowd, took the chance to wipe sweat vigorously while unnoticed.

He had thrown caution to the wind.

Indeed, he was taking a risk.

Reason told him Cardinal Muse didn't lie, the Goddess did indeed lower the oracle, but internally there was a voice shouting, don't oppose Lord Roland! Don't oppose Her Majesty Christine!

He vaguely sensed they wouldn't sit back and wait for doom.

He was originally a white-robed Priest under the former Pope for over a decade without promotion, thought his life would end aimlessly, until he met Roland.