Chapter 503 - Chapter 503: Chapter 471: Karls Sanctuary (2/2)

Their hearts were filled with excitement and joy, as if in this moment all suffering and doubts had found answers, all desires and dreams now had a place to belong.

The air was permeated with an indescribable solemnity and sanctity; the people of the Dawn Church needed no words to feel that common faith and power among them.

They believed this to be a miracle given by the deities, an acknowledgment and response to their steadfast faith.

As the sun slowly sank in the west, the sky was dyed with brilliant sunset hues, and the huge black stele with its Divine Text gradually vanished into the night, leaving only the undying light of faith in the followers’ hearts.

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In the remnants of the sunset’s afterglow, Nasir’s grand palace was decked out in glittering splendor, with colorful flags fluttering and flowers abounding, while the air was thick with the scent of victory celebration.

The Extraordinary nobility of Cyart, adorned in gorgeous battle robes and mounted on high steeds, displayed medals of honor on their chests and faces brimming with the joy of victory.

The crowds lined the streets to welcome them, applause thundered, children with bouquets of flowers threw their blessings towards the heroes.

“Long live Cyart! Long live Fischer!”

The banquet was held in the spacious hall of Nasir’s new palace; a long banquet table was set in the center, covered with a pristine tablecloth and laid with exquisite cutlery and sparkling silverware, every dish meticulously prepared, wafting inviting aromas that tantalized the senses.

“The Gods… no, it was the Fischer family that led the Cyart people to defeat their opponents once again!”

“This time we won the greatest victory ever known in history!”

“From now on, the Cyart people will be the overlords of the East of Ouden Continent!”

Music began to play, melodious and cheerful; the musicians, dressed in lavish performance attire, played wholeheartedly.

As night fell, fireworks burst into the sky in a riot of color, illuminating the night and bringing the triumphal feast to its climax.

“Praise Fischer!”

In the brilliantly lit banquet, everything seemed to proceed according to a set pattern, until the arrival of a mysterious silver-haired girl.

She was dressed in a flowing, iridescent gown that swayed gently, reminiscent of the shimmering sea under moonlight, and her silver hair, like the purest frost of an early winter morning, twinkled with a faint silver light that drew the eye.

The “Demonic Woman” Hecate walked slowly towards the center of the feast, tightly holding a set of cards that exuded a remarkable aura.

Her eyes were clear and profound, as if she could see into the deepest secrets of the heart. The hustle and bustle of the banquet hall gradually quieted down, and almost everyone’s gaze involuntarily focused on the “Demonic Woman,” with an inexplicable anticipation filling the air.

“Is that girl the Fischer family witch?”

“Shh, keep your voice down, don’t let anyone hear your rudeness!”

Meanwhile, Charlotte of Rhea followed close by Hecate, but her eyes were now hazy, seemingly having lost herself.

“Today is the start of a new week, Charlotte, you must draw a card.”

Hecate elegantly drew a card with a beautifully designed pattern, neither a common landscape or figure nor a simple symbol, but rather a set of ancient and mysterious gameplay rules.

She parted her lips gently, her voice both tender and powerful, and turned to Charlotte, who trembled and looked unwell, announcing the game task on the card.

Her voice seemed to carry magic power, compelling everyone who heard it to follow her commands.

“Honorable Miss Charlotte, please adhere to the instructions on this card to complete the seven sins game, and let wisdom and bravery shine on this night.”

Charlotte took the card anxiously, then sighed in relief—it was the “Silver Greed,” she only needed to commit the more advanced “Sin of Greed.”

“It’s just greed, that’s all…”

Thus, she had to leave early, return incognito, and weave among the guests, relying on her agile skills to steal the money of those guests without being noticed as much as possible.

Meanwhile, Hecate with her gentle smile acknowledged her actions, her words filled with the strange power of Spiritual Power.

“Well done, Charlotte… hehe, you just need to complete the tasks on thirteen cards to make a wish come true, like gaining your freedom, or setting your teacher free, or something else…”

“Any wish you like, as long as I can make it happen.”

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