Chapter 448: Chapter 253: The Farce Ends (6k)_3
At the sa ti, the crystal at the tip of his scepter suddenly emitted a blinding red light, forming a strange rune that hovered over Lynn’s head. It was the “Truth Shackles,” a secret technique used by the Heavenly Principle Church to prevent the accused from lying.
Clearly, Bishop Connor had no intention of letting Lynn leave here alive today.
Lynn was also well aware that once the truth was exposed, the hope of overturning the situation, which was hard to glimpse, would surely vanish again.
He would have almost no chance to turn the tables thereafter.
Because by that ti, he would be an enemy of the entire world.
As the greatest antagonist of the entire book, Miss Witch’s terribleness was beyond comparison even to the King of Cruelty.
If the world knew of Lynn’s involvent with her, Lynn would inevitably be labeled and branded as a demon.
It’s truly ironic that the title of Savior Brave hadn’t yet had a chance to be celebrated before it was about to beco the demon’s minion.
At this mont, the silence across the square continued to fernt, with every second feeling as long as a year.
The wrinkles on Bishop Connor’s face smoothed, revealing a smug smile. He was well aware of the lethal nature of this question; no matter how Lynn answered, he couldn’t escape the carefully woven net.
However, Lynn had no intention of sitting still.
Even though the Heavenly Principle Church’s “Truth Shackles” were formidable, his Lie Swallowing was not to be outdone.
Especially now, with the ability to use a small part of the Authority of the End, Lynn found manipulating Lie Swallowing to be an effortless task, improving manifold compared to before.
“I…”
However, just as Lynn was about to counter Bishop Connor’s deathly question…
In the next second, an unexpected change suddenly occurred again!
And this ti, it seed that even fate was displeased with the Heavenly Principle Church’s actions, or perhaps this mysterious and unknown power was on Lynn’s side all along.
Suddenly, the Holy Spirit Tree, which had just concluded the judgent, blood with magnificent radiance!
Thousands of golden light points poured down like a shattered galaxy, each speck of light tracing fine trails in the night sky, weaving into a flowing golden veil that enveloped Lynn within this dreamy starry rain.
With a clatter, Bishop Connor’s scepter fell to the ground, his face full of disbelief; even Saint Laurent VI, seated on the throne, unconsciously leaned forward, a flicker of peculiar light flashing in his eyes.
This scene was very familiar to so people, especially Hillena. Not long ago, the Holy Spirit Tree exhibited similar brilliance, granting Xiya the status of “Savior Brave” and causing Hillena to experience the thrill of first love, leading to Xiya’s proposal to her.
As per the prophecy, the Holy Spirit Tree would only react in such a way to beings of noble character and saintly will.
All along, Hillena had thought Xiya was the destined hero — he was righteous, courageous, and candid, perfectly fitting the Church’s definition of a “Saint.”
But now, it seed the Holy Spirit Tree was showing a similar reaction to Lynn.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed ancient runes beginning to erge within the radiance — a phenonon never before displayed by the Holy Spirit Tree in its long history!
The unrest at Saint Square intensified, with countless people beginning to kneel and pray to the Divine.
anwhile, the Holy Spirit Tree’s blooming radiance reached its peak at this mont.
Nurous beams of light converged into a towering column, completely enveloping Lynn.
When the light gradually faded, everyone witnessed an incredible scene — on Lynn’s forehead, a golden mark erged.
It was the proof of the Holy Spirit Tree’s recognition, more convincing than any words!
“?!”
This sight made Hillena’s body involuntarily tremble slightly.
Only because it was so familiar.
Because only a few days ago, on that night, the sa Hero’s Certificate appeared on the man who claid to be “from a hundred thousand years later.”
Moreover, was it an illusion?
Hillena consistently felt that the radiance currently released by the Holy Spirit Tree was even more dazzling than when it was bestowed upon Xiya.
With such thoughts entering her mind, certain subconscious changes took place deep within her heart, leading to the ring on her hand, given by Xiya as a proposal, becoming sowhat dim.
By this point, Bishop Connor looked utterly defeated, devoid of the passion he displayed monts ago.
Not to ntion the likes of Marquis Saxon and Lady Olivia.
Lady Olivia might be slightly better, since she had no grudge against Lynn; she simply disliked Ivyst.
But Marquis Saxon was different; his family was the longstanding enemy of the Bartleion family. Now that Lynn had gained the Holy Spirit Tree’s recognition, no one could hinder his rise, and their family would surely face the most thorough reckoning.
After all, following the Bartleion family’s decline, he did not miss any opportunity to kick them while they were down. Lynn might not be aware of these details, but his sister Eleanor had recorded everything in her little book.
Of course, more desperate than Marquis Saxon at this mont was Marquis Fred.
He and Bishop Connor had plotted extensively, preparing trap after trap, believing they could completely suppress Lynn. Yet even the nation’s greatest wonder showed approval for Lynn’s actions.
The dazzling holy radiance not only washed away all the stains on Lynn’s na but also served as a resounding slap to the faces of these conspirators.
Even the first church of the Saint Laurent Empire, the Heavenly Principle Church, no longer had any standing to pursue the matter.
Because the will of the Holy Tree was above all else!
To defy the will of the Holy Tree was to stand against the very foundation of the Saint Laurent Empire’s faith, against the spirit that had safeguarded this land for millennia.
The situation reached this point, beyond everyone’s expectations.
Including Lynn himself.
At this mont, all eyes inevitably turned to the figure seated on the throne.
As Lynn stood in the center of the judgent platform, his back straight, even with the Holy Tree’s recognition, he remained astonishingly calm and composed.
Because he knew better than anyone that in the Saint Laurent Empire, the final say always lay with the one on the throne.
“This farce should end.”
Hillena looked at her father, murmuring softly, seemingly unable to read any expression.
Even she couldn’t quite fathom what was going on in her father’s mind at this mont.
In the next mont, Saint Laurent VI slowly raised his right hand, a simple gesture that caused the entire square to hold its breath.
Just monts earlier, this Emperor had intended to imprison Lynn under the charge of “prince slaying.” After all, the dignity of the royal family could not be profaned, even if the other party was the hero who saved the Imperial Capital.
But now—
“In the na of the Saint Laurent Family,” the robust voice of Saint Laurent VI rang out like a grand bell, “I hereby declare that Lynn Bartleion…”
He deliberately paused, then glanced at the nobles who looked ashen-faced before continuing:
“Innocent!”
These two words, like the undoing of a magical spell, caused Saint Square and the entire city of Glostit to erupt in frenzy, cheers shaking the fountain’s water droplets into tremors, with countless white handkerchiefs tossed into the air like snowflakes.
Old John knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, praising the emperor’s wisdom, and also genuinely feeling happy for Lynn.
Although he and Lynn had never t, Lynn had avenged the murder of his son, making Lynn his benefactor in Old John’s eyes.
Finally, as everything settled, a weary smile appeared at the corners of Lynn’s mouth.
Basking in the cheers of everyone, he walked straight towards the viewing area, his steps quickening.
His sister Eleanor, already in tears, lifted her skirt and ran towards him, as did Aphaya and Milani.
In the next mont, they all embraced tightly, celebrating Lynn’s survival from catastrophe!
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