But it didn't stop.

The Holy Seat, supported by dozens of people, climbed up the steps until it reached the highest point of the Gate of Pallas, where it descended from the high stand and the sun fell on the shining sun crown.

Then two rows of knights stood in front of the holy throne, and the sacred and solemn Pope of Light was helped up by the maid beside him.

A burst of cheers sounded.

In addition to the nobles below the Gate of Pallas, there were also crowds coming with the Holy See further away. They threw the flowers high, as if cheering for the coronation of the new king.

The Pope of Light holds the scepter and looks down at everyone, with brilliant light falling from the sky.

I couldn't tell whether it was sunlight or the radiance of gods.

Simon didn't know for a while.

This is, after all, his own coronation.

Or the coronation of the Pope of Light?

But this sudden thought really made him shiver with shock and make his skin crawl with goosebumps.

"Bright and shining."

The Pope on the high platform touched his forehead lightly with his fingers, and his cold and solemn voice seemed to be spoken by him, and seemed to be blown by the breeze and spread to the minds of everyone present.

In an instant, the Gate of Pallas fell silent.

This is a very strange power.

Prince Simon felt that his heart was at peace.

"Your Highness Simon."

The Pope's voice sounded again.

Prince Simon suddenly came back to his senses. He immediately stood towards the Gate of Pallas, and then solemnly walked towards the steps step by step under the singing and cheering of the royal priests.

Walder XVIII was not present at the coronation ceremony.

But no one seems to care about this issue.

Because this coronation ceremony was extremely simple, so simple that it seemed like a joke.

Only the Grand Duke of the Council guided him on what to do, guiding him slowly to the Gate of Pallas, then stopped three feet away from the Pope of Light, knelt on one knee and lowered his head.

Prince Simon felt as if his head had been put under a guillotine.

Not waiting for the crown to fall.

It's waiting for the guillotine to fall.

He stared closely at the lime-white ground, his heart was beating wildly, his thoughts were in a mess, and he was also in a mess.

at this time.

A shout came.

"Wait a moment!"

…

The code made me cough to death today.

My colleague was even worse, she lost her voice.
Chapter completed!