By ten o'clock in the morning, Port Doldot had been scrubbed clean.
Not only was rubbish swept away, but the entire port was thoroughly washed down.
Even the most remote corners were inspected one by one by the port's city defense forces.
Of course, this inspection was more of a warning.
It warned those who eked out a living in the gray and black areas not to be blind to their surroundings.
And, of course, this welcod the curiosity of the port's people.
Many speculated that such an honor was due to the arrival of so important personage.
So even said that the Marquess of Seberlin would personally receive this dignitary.
The speculation was endless, but the crowd was dispersed.
To ensure safety and cleanliness, Port Doldot went into martial law by noon.
Ti ticked by, second by second.
Just past five in the afternoon, the clop-clop of hooves attracted the attention of the residents inside Port Doldot.
Those who had been strictly ordered to stay at ho watched as a cavalry troop of a hundred n appeared, saw the Eagle Banner with its blue background fluttering in the wind as the cavalry advanced, and everyone gasped in astonishnt.
As Seberliners, no one failed to recognize the Eagle Banner of the West Berlin Marquis House.
Without a doubt, this cavalry was the Marquis's personal troops.
Everyone's curiosity reached its peak.
Although there had been guesses before, now that the mont was nearly upon them, the people still couldn't conceal their curiosity and the residents of Port Doldot envied those who were able to go to the docks.
At least, they would be able to see for themselves who exactly the dignitary was.
However, this certainly did not include Catherine.
The youngest daughter of the Marquess of West Berlin was currently complaining to her sister—
"Why does Father want to welco that guy?
What pact did that guy sign with Father?"
The complaints were uttered softly; the Marquis's youngest daughter was no fool and had long since sensed the uniqueness of this reception, especially her father's repeated instructions which unnerved Catherine in an unprecedented way.
"Ah."
Jacqueline glanced at her sister and let out a sigh, a hint of self-mockery flashing through her erald eyes.
Without any response, it surpassed all responses.
Though Jacqueline was a twin to Catherine and only a few minutes older, she possessed an uncommon maturity.
Therefore, Jacqueline knew more.
For instance, their father planned to offer her and her sister as gifts to that Spirit dium from South Los.
For another, in order for the Spirit dium to accept, their father was even planning to open up the West Berlin Family's library.
And, for yet another...
The mont they beca pregnant, they had to return to Seberlin at the first opportunity to visit relatives.
Jacqueline knew whatever her father intended to do.
But Jacqueline did not resist.
Or rather, she did not dare to.
Because Jacqueline was well aware that she and Catherine were just daughters in na to their father.
Even with a blood relation, their father never treated them as daughters.
"Sister, don't sigh!
Don't forget, we still have…"
Catherine was about to say sothing when Jacqueline covered her mouth.
The Marquess of West Berlin's third daughter shook her head solemnly.
'Catherine, silence!'
Jacqueline's voice echoed in her heart.
This was a Talent that only twins could possess; the two had discovered this ability at a very young age and kept it as a little secret between them.
As they grew older, this ability beca an indispensable thod of communication for them, especially in public situations like this, it was extraordinarily convenient.
'Understood, sister.'
Catherine nodded.
'Deer are hunted because of their antlers; we are similar—the one is our last resort and could also beco the death warrant against if our father finds out...
We would die without a place to be buried.'
Jacqueline warned her sister once again.
"I know! I know!"
Catherine repeated, her voice continuous.
Compared to her mature sister Jacqueline, Catherine might be slightly naive, but she was no fool. She was very clear about her own situation, it's just...
She was not convinced!
Why was she born a tool, a bargaining chip?
When so others could reap the benefits without effort?
Both were daughters of the Marquess of West Berlin!
Jacqueline glanced at her sister and sighed deeply again in her heart.
"It's not the sa."
"But I'm not content!"
Catherine exclaid.
"There's still a chance."
Jacqueline hinted.
Imdiately, Catherine's eyes lit up.
"Sister, are you saying...?"
Jacqueline didn't answer, but simply nodded slightly.
Following that, Catherine beca excited.
And the ti that followed was spent in anticipation by the youngest daughter of the Marquess of West Berlin.
Filled with the sa anticipation was...
Achisto!
As the High Priest of the Inland River Cult, Achisto had almost traveled night and day to reach Dortot Head Port.
For Achisto, such tis demanded his presence as the High Priest.
Otherwise, how could he receive his reward from that prominent figure?
Of course, this was the ti to proclaim the will of the gods—
"Tonight, is the ti to shine Your Crown's divine glory on Port Doldot!"
Achisto, in his pale blue priestly robes, spoke with a voice that seed ever more sacred at this mont.
The Deacons of the Inland River Cult at Port Doldot, their faces flushed, eyes fervent.
No shouts.
And no oaths.
Because they were already prepared for the holy war.
Although those present were only a part of the cult's force at Port Doldot, Achisto believed the others would be even more fervent.
Because, well...
They hoped to stand closer to the gods.
Thinking this, the High Priest's gaze wandered to a corner.
There, a handso young man watched the scene before him with a smile.
The grey-blue robes indicated his status as Priest.
Delpock, the Inland River Cult's leader at Port Doldot.
It was his presence that allowed the Inland River Cult to thrive smoothly in Port Doldot.
Of course, these details were not of particular importance.
What mattered was that he was a trusted confidant of that high-profile individual.
The eldest son sent specifically by the Old Lion of Inner Bay.
Therefore, Achisto, well aware of his own limits, naturally knew what to do.
The High Priest of the Inland River Cult first smiled and then spoke softly—
"Priest Delpock, are you ready to deliver a fatal blow to the Pain Cult?"
"Of course!
I have been impatiently waiting!"
The young Priest replied with great respect.
In saying so, the young Priest also bowed deeply.
Achisto was extrely pleased with this.
However, what Achisto failed to notice was the sneer on Delpock's face as he bowed, and the deep disdain in his eyes.
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