The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 532 - 298: An Su’s Coronation (4800)_3

That's right.

Just like this.

Princess Cersei looked at An Su's helplessly twisted mouth corner, her smile becoming even more perfect, her eyes shining with an ominous glint. Her face flushed slightly with excitement, she relished control, she reveled in scheming, particularly against someone as wicked as An Su, she felt an emotion close to happiness.

The dynasty of the Golden Kite couldn't exist without wickedness.

The Cardinals exchanged complex glances, all but Merlin who watched the scene unfold with serene composure.

An Su had reached the second floor of the Royal Family's quarters, gazing forward, his teal eyes reflecting Cersei's flawless visage. Infinite refractions of Holy Light composed a kaleidoscope before them, the floor-to-ceiling windows sprinkled silver frost across the second floor, while the Divine Gift-blessed Golden Kite Flowers bloomed under the starry sky, their magnificent golden lilies undulating gently in the celestial glow, so pure and perfect, and at the end of this sea of flowers stood the Saintess, extending her hand toward An Su—

"I need you, Mr. An Su."

Before him lay the country of the Golden Kite.

The Ceremonial Officers smiled subtly, following the time-honored protocol, the next agenda would be the saint's hand-kissing ceremony.

Just when everyone, including the Bishops, thought An Su would kiss the back of the Saintess's hand, the young man made a move that left everyone astonished and dumbfounded.

With a smile, he gazed at her pale, slender hand, lifting his own hand forward and then gently waving it away.

—As if he were shooing away a mosquito.

'Smack.'

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The crisp slap resonated over the corridors and stairwells, spreading out through countless Magic Screens, echoing in the night sky of Farol.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes,

An Su swatted away Princess Cersei's extended hand, as if swiping away a dynasty, as if brushing aside the realm of the Golden Kite—

Princess Cersei's perfectly poised smile froze, even solidifying on her cheeks.

"Huh?"

It was so shocking and unexpected that everyone stood from their seats, their eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before them, the hall filled with Nobility was thrown into chaos. They had always known that there was something off with the Chenxing family, evident since Earl Karlo in his youth, but they never imagined An Su would outdo his father!

Not just the common folk, but even the Cardinals stood from their seats.

The intrigue in their expressions was complex as they stared at An Su.

The Bishops had envisaged An Su siding with the Church, but none of them expected the youth to choose such a forceful method!

"Good son!" Earl Karlo almost cried with laughter, "He's truly a scion of the Chenxing family!"

At the same moment, the Royal guards drew their swords in unison, their cold blade light sharply illuminating everything. Luo Xiaohei meowed excitedly, clapping her little paws enthusiastically, her crimson eyes utterly consumed by joy. She knew it, she just knew An Su was a madman! She knew he would dare!

Chaos needs no reason, chaos requires no motive!

"Mr. An Su, what are you doing?" Princess Cersei forced a smile and said slowly.

"In my future, I don't need you." The young man smiled by her ear, his mouth stretched into a manic grin, like another tyrant of chaos, "I don't need any Justice. I hate being manipulated by those in power."

"And the so-called royal authority you believe in—"

An Su murmured softly,

"Is just a pack of yapping yellow dogs prancing on people's heads."

"And you forget."

An Su said with a smile, "I am your father, after all! Since when does a father need to explain his actions to his daughter?"

With her back to An Su, Cersei Milton slightly lowered her gaze, quietly reciting his name, her fingertips digging deeply into her flesh, drawing blood,

An Su Moningsta... An Su An Su An Su An Su.

For the first time in nineteen years, and the only time, she lost control in front of the public, momentarily abandoning her perfect Saintess facade to reveal her true self.

In her gilded eyes, there was no longer perfection or grace, replaced instead by a thick emotion of deep black.

It wasn't anger, nor disappointment, but rather a heaviness that seemed to gaze back from within an abyss.

After uttering those final words, An Su passed by Cersei Milton, climbing alone up the staircase that belonged solely to him.

And at the end of the staircase, a fool awaited An Su. An Su hadn't said a word, yet the fool had shown up. An Su hadn't even begun to morally bind her, yet she had already bound herself to come—an utter fool indeed, counting the money for the swindler who had robbed her blind.

Under the protection of Merlin Light Magic and the presence-weakening spells, no one noticed her.

But An Su did... not because his soul Rank was profound enough to see through Merlin's magic. Merlin had employed frightful presence-weakening and visual distortion magic, and unless An Su had borrowed the Azure Magic Eyes from Bone again, he couldn't have seen her, not even the demigods around had noticed yet.

The vision had been distorted.

So An Su hadn't seen her, but smelled her.

It was amidst the regal fragrance of the Golden Kite Flowers that An Su, as he stepped onto the first stair, caught a whiff of a slightly unripe, sweet scent by his side—

The aroma of blueberries.