Chapter 189 (2/2)

Forb, completely distraught, did not come out no matter how many times he was called.

She later learned that he had fallen ill and died of poverty. The person who delivered the news also brought a will.

Since the Emperor is the sky, there was a written mourning within the will about what would change under the sky if the Emperor's heart did not change.

Artizea burned the will by hand. Forb’s family probably handed over the note to the messenger, hoping that it would be found out. However, all family and relatives could be annihilated for slander.

She thought he was someone that Lysia could put to good use. And she was glad that she was not wrong.

[“It is said that there are quite a few provincial officials who put a request in the temple separately because of the sincerity of the officer.”]

[“What is the name of the officer?”]

[“The name is Forb. You won't have to remember it now.”]

Now.

Cedric nodded his head at that.

[“Well, you'll remember anyway, so if I'm curious, I can ask you.”]

[“Lord Cedric.”]

[“Even if I forgot to ask, you will tell me.”]

Artizea sighed and shook her head lightly.

Cedric knew that it was Artizea's own light response.

It was a story he had heard in advance, but when he saw it lying on the altar, he couldn't stop his heart from pounding.

Melbon was thicker and thinner than when it was raised in the North. But Cedric could recognize that it was the same crop.

Artizea pulled his arm back a little.

Cedric erased his expression and gently stroked the back of Artizea's hand to signify that he understood.

However, the new pulling this time did not mean that Cedric should take care of his facial expressions.

Artizea's breathing was disturbed.

Cedric glanced sideways at her. Artizea bowed her head slightly. She was holding her belly with her right hand, not her left hand, which was holding Cedric’s arm, giving it strength.

“Are you hurting?”

There was only the Emperor and the two of them on the altar. Cedric couldn't help but ask, even though he knew people's eyes were on him.

Artizea said in a low voice, while sweating in a cold sweat.

“It's okay. It’s the pain, it could be, it’s time.”

“Tia.”

“Even if it’s real labor, it will be like this for a few hours anyway.”

Artizea took a deep breath.

Cedric almost screamed, but before that, Artizea pulled his arm again. This time his complexion had returned a bit.

“It will be over soon. It’s bearable.”

“Tia…….”

“Shh.”

It wouldn't be nice to see them chattering during the ceremony. Artizea grabbed Cedric's arm again.

In the meantime, the Archbishop continued the ceremony by reciting a blessing. Long prayers blended softly like a song into the melody of the hymn.

Cedric was nervous. It was not easy for him to not show it on his face.

“Your Majesty, the wine.”

said the Archbishop, stepping away a little in front of the altar.

Cedric bit his molars. In any case, the ceremony had to be held, and in this place he was responsible for assisting the Emperor.

Artizea let go of his arm.

Cedric walked over to the Emperor. The Emperor knelt before the altar on one knee, so he knelt down on both knees and poured the wine from the bottle, handed over by the Archbishop, into the wooden goblet the Emperor was holding.

The Emperor sprinkled the wine from the cup evenly over the offerings. And lit the fire.

The offerings were on fire. Cedric held his breath and looked at the fire.

No one paid attention to the crops they had seen for the first time.

In the first place, no one watching the altar was aware that such a crop had never existed before.

Perhaps, only the priest who prepared the sacrifice and those who received the bribe would know.

The Emperor finally lit a long candle with the flames. The Archbishop took the candle and placed it in a lantern made of gold and glass.

This fire would not be extinguished until the next New Year’s Festival.

The bishop, who had taken the candle from the Archbishop, this time stood at the front of the procession. He was followed by the bishops carrying the relics used in the ritual.

The Emperor looked at the procession. All of his roles in the ceremony were over.

The Archbishop bowed his head to the Emperor and expressed his gratitude.

“Not a single mistake was made this year.”

“Should I even make a mistake in this matter? It's only my first year.”

The only thing that bothered Cedric was that he did what Lawrence did last year.

Now, it was time for the celebration.

That was then.

“Oh, oohh!”

The Archbishop cast his gaze over the Emperor's shoulder, opened his mouth and shook his body.

The Emperor was surprised and looked behind him. Cedric shouted while hugging the collapsed Artizea.

“Doctor! Midwife!”

A green light flashed around Artizea's body.

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