Queen and Her Duke

Judgment is coming.

Vicia flipped through the information sent expressionlessly.

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

"Your Majesty, the twenty Holy Court ships arrived in Brenz last night, but they were surprisingly low-key, which is inconsistent with their usual behavior."

In the past, the Holy Court, wherever it passed, the people knelt to greet it, and the momentum was mighty.

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

This trial, like a hurricane about to sweep in, weighs heavily on the hearts of everyone who supports the Queen.

It was a dangerous game that Vicia had to accept.

Once she is convicted, the results of the Holy See's trial will spread to every corner of Europa's road as quickly as possible.

This indicates that the Golan will once again be plunged into internal divisions and turmoil, and on the other side of the sea, the coveted neighbors are coveting, never giving up playing with its minions, they have mortal enemies, but none of them can A solid ally.

Golan is no longer able to afford the price of a war, the crown in the storm, crumbling.

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

"Gentlemen, tomorrow will come soon, until then, do all you can, and accept all the possible outcomes besides that,"

Vicia tilted her face, looking at the dark clouds rolling in the sky outside the window and the golden light and shadow on the spire of the church in the distance. The resolute and majestic face was always indifferent.

The words of worry and shirk came to an abrupt end, and Francis' eyes filled with deep meaning. He could no longer see what the Queen was thinking. Tomorrow, the crisis might be more severe than they expected.

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

That night, the entire royal city was panic-stricken.

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

Brown and Bach who followed were hidden in the shadows, their eyes widened, and they watched as Wen Lin climbed up the tallest spire with two strange-shaped objects on her back.

Even breathing was relieved nervously, Brown asked in a trembling voice,

"Mr. Pete, everyone in the East can be like Your Excellency Wen Lin, I mean, can you fly?"

Watching Wen Lin rise and fall a few times, she appeared on the outer wall more than ten meters high. Brown swallowed hard. For him, it was like witnessing magic.

Pete was equally astonished, but only astonished. When at sea, Wen Lin jumped off the top of the mast unprotected, and they had long since seen it.

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

The bright fire in the church was shaking with the silhouettes that came.

Suddenly, Wen Lin slid down a distance, and Brown and Pete, who were shocked by the change, let out a light cry.

Two neat teams of Paladins were walking out from the corner. The two quickly hid in the grass and looked worriedly at Wen Lin hanging on the outer wall.

The higher she climbed, the stronger the wind became. The sudden and violent wind ruffled the long hair of Wen Lin's robe, and for a while there was only the screeching wind in her ears.

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

Her limbs were cold from the wind, and she felt a little stiff. After climbing the round tower, Wen Lin immediately took out the white cloth and waved it downward, signaling Pete and Brown to leave quickly.

Tomorrow morning, Vicia will set off from the royal court, walk through the straight and wide avenues, 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 cold hands, Wen Lin turned the huge fire first. The medicine bag was tightly tied to the bottom of the spire.

The top of the spire is still several meters high, but luckily there are many rectangular window holes on the tower. Wen Lin carefully climbed up with the prepared lightning rod, and then fixed it with iron wire.

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

After everything was done, Wen Lin looked at the black clouds rolling in the distance, stretched out her hand in the wind, and carefully felt the temperature on the top of the tower.

Compared with the previous period, the temperature dropped sharply tonight.

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

Wrapping the rest of the fabric around her body, Wen Lin jumped down and curled up at the corner under the spire, fire. There was no delay device in the medicine bag, so Wen Lin could only wait all night at the top of the Holy See Tower.

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

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

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

In the distance, they saw that the heavy palace door was opened, and the queen wearing a holy gauze slowly walked out from behind the door.

Except for the crown on her head, she has no jewelry on her body.

The queen is like a bright beam of light, suddenly appearing in everyone's field of vision, symbolizing the noble and pure pale golden curly hair falling from her shoulders, spreading like a dazzling galaxy, no darkness can take away the brilliance that originally belonged to her.

Eggers, in full uniform, bowed his knees in front of her, and when the two passed by, Eggers whispered,

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

After he finished speaking, Eggers' mouth twitched, and he would only help to tell this sentence if he was a hell.

Vicia nodded slightly, looked into the distance calmly, smiled, and stepped into the crowd step by step.

golden canopy

As the queen moved together, the solemn knights and horses were lined up on both sides, and the flag of gorse was hunting in the wind, like a flaming flame, quenching the glory of the royal family.

Surrounded by a noisy crowd.

Some people kowtowed sincerely, others scolded sinisterly, and as the royal court team progressed, those with bad intentions were constantly being dragged out from the crowd.

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

The team arrived at St. Margaret's Cathedral without a hitch.

At the top of the smooth stone steps was the tightly closed golden gate, and five bishops in red robes looked down at Visia from above.

They proclaimed sharply,

"The Golan is stepping into the abyss, the sinful usurper has stolen the throne, ruled for five years, divided the church, has no children, the wrath of our Lord, the flood will wash it all away,"

"And the source of all evil, Queen Golan, is ineligible to enter the Temple,"

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

"Here, God's punishment..."

"The unbelievers will not be given asylum,"

"This is God's will..."

"…"

The fanatical ecumenical believers who had gathered outside the Holy See early showed a frantic look. Will this thief and blasphemous heresy finally be punished?

The tough attitude of the Holy Court was beyond everyone's expectations, Francis' face changed slightly, he clenched the long sword around his waist, and approached Vicia's direction calmly.

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

Vicia looked up coldly and pushed Eggers away. With the dull thunder blasting in the clouds, she turned around and walked to the altar outside the church step by step.

Twenty years ago, it was on this altar that her mother, Queen Bonnie, was tried and beheaded.

On the day of the execution, the maid took her to hide in the crowd. That fragile and kind woman was smiling at the last moment before her death. She looked in the direction of Vicia, full of love.

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

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

The wind blew Vicia's robe, the wind whistled beside her, ignoring some of the hostile gazes around her, she walked to the cross step by step,

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

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

"Even if my head is about to fall under the machete, I will regard it as a crown of honor,"

Weeping blood and sound, Vicia looked around calmly. Under the unshakable majesty, there was deep pity for pain and misfortune.

She has never been slack, whether it is emotional or political, she is almost cruel to herself.

She is ashamed of many people, but she has never been ashamed of this country.

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

The queen, the new nobles, the catholic church, the old nobles, the commoners, all forces crowded here, and the war without the smoke of gunpowder started quietly.

Protestant adherents began chanting, "God bless the king,"

The venomous accusations and reproaches of the fanatical Catholics.

Wave after wave of sound, in the noisy voice, Vicia's name was associated with "heretic," "blasphemer," "rebel," "witch,".

The venerable cardinal took a step, his voice was hoarse and old, and his sharp questioning in anger was like iron scraps rubbing against the rough stone surface, and the piercing eardrums trembled,

"Women govern, which violates the order of God's creation and the laws of nature. The flood in the south is God's warning. Do you want to let Golan fall into an irreversible situation?"

"The holy scriptures guide us that we must never allow sin to flourish 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 end this misery,"

Countless priests took out the Gospels. They wore holy white robes and began to recite them in unison. They repeated their slander against Vicia, and the holy robes bewitched the ignorant.

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

She stood alone on the high altar, her slender and upright figure was not bent for a moment, and she always raised her neck, despising all false and absurd slander.

The shameless tongue stirred up absurd lies, trying to restrain her will and force her to back down.

no, never

The author has something to say: I warm: 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~