The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 533 - 299 "You Have No Right to Award Me" (4800)

The pale moonlight clung between the glazed tiles of the Ceremony Hall, and the early autumn breeze swept through the moonlight and casement windows, rolling the mist from the Maria River and loneliness into the hall; the holy light of hundreds of statues had already been extinguished.

In the eyes of the nobles and the Ceremonial Officer, An Su Moningsta walked alone on the Triple Holy Stairs, a chilly wind passed through the thin clothing of the youth, all the blessed light had faded, and he only had darkness before him.

And the youth was to walk towards the highest summit of darkness.

An Su refused the Empire's Golden Kite Saintess, which in the eyes of all the nobles, was absolutely incomprehensible and unreasonable.

This time it was not a title bestowed by divine intervention but rather a prize given by the Church to the first place, so a knighthood ceremony had to be held.

Not to mention the Royal Family's face, holding such a grand blessing ceremony required, unless the recipient himself was divine, that a holy person preside over the baptism.

Especially for An Su, who was shunned by the Radiance as the "Child of the Curse," without the Saintess to baptize him, the gods would not bless him, nor would they even glance at him.

Yet An Su had refused Cersei, he walked alone on the dark stairs, no one to baptize him again.

"What in the world does he want to do? This is blasphemy!"

"Too arrogant... even more arrogant than his father!"

"Incomprehensible, everyone in All Farlor is watching."

"Maybe it's his family's order behind him, the relationship with the Royal Family has reached such a point of hostility...."

"This is about taking a stand, showing his allegiance to the Church.... It's also cutting ties with the imperial power, I suppose."

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"But such a method of dealing, too childish, it's completely a foolish act that harms both parties. I do want to see how he's going to end this ceremony."

"Giving himself a knighthood, a baptism.... ha, merely a Child of the Curse, dreaming?"

"Alone... Unless he's the holy chosen Son of the Goddess, haha!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, the expressions of the noble scions and their elders varied, some sighed, some were frantically angry, others took delight in the misfortune, clearly under the influence of three unnamed elder births, the boundary families were not welcomed in the Imperial Capital circles, hoping to see the Chenxing family become the laughing stock of the nation.

No one stood by An Su's side.

Everyone was certain that, although the Royal Family lost some face, An Su's loss would be even greater; the people of All Nether were watching, bungling this highly-anticipated knighting ceremony would not just discredit An Su but the whole Church would be held accountable by society.

The whispers and discussions of the others did not reach An Su's ears.

As the nobles had said, An Su's divine talent was so scarce it was heartfelt, and his Dark Attribute so abundant it dripped oil, the Radiant Goddess indeed wouldn't spare him a glance. Fortunately, An Su wouldn't glance at the Radiant Goddess either, the feeling was mutual.

An Su felt a breath at his side, that slightly sweet, slightly green tender voice was right beside him, he was not alone in ascending this endlessly sacred staircase.

An Su didn't know when Luojia had arrived, possibly at the start of the ceremony, maybe when it was not fully dark yet, perhaps during the time when the rose-colored twilight was gradually consumed by the dark green mountains, the Little Saintess had stood quietly at the first step of the Radiant long staircase, waiting for An Su to arrive.

Under Merlin's magic, An Su couldn't see what Luojia looked like tonight, nor knew what she wore; perhaps dressed for the occasion, or maybe just as usual in a pleated skirt paired with deer leather boots and a dark jacket, or maybe not, he couldn't see Luojia's appearance, nor her current expression.

She might be smiling.

He couldn't see, but he could smell.

But perhaps An Su could sense that she was walking beside him on these successive stairs, not too close, not too far, because that fragrance was neither distant nor close, remaining tantalizingly elusive; her gaze lowered, the snow-white lashes perhaps hanging like rime in front of her pupils, faintly emitting a moon-white light, her steps so light for she was barefoot, making no sound on the steps, as if dancing a tango, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always by An Su's side.

So An Su knew, only a single step separated them.

Thousands of spectators were in the hall and even more gathered outside, yet no one noticed Luojia's presence, the Milton Family's splendid and lavish golden kite flower sea concealed all scents, this sacred bloom was a gift of authority and power from the gods, the golden kite dynasty swallowed all, naturally drowning that hint of greenish sweet smell.

Only An Su found it among the flowers, which was clearly an impossible feat.

In the eyes of the onlookers, this Child of the Curse was stepping on the stairs alone, attempting to complete the remaining part of the ceremony beyond his ability, none believed An Su could perform such a miracle, so they treated it as watching a joke, a ludicrous and absurd performance.

He was just the Child of the Curse, not the Radiant Holy See's Saint Heir.

The imperial relatives on the second floor watched the frontier youth with ashen faces, snorting coldly, having offended the Milton family, if the ceremony is further botched, the whole Royal Family will use this as a reason to pressurize the frontier and the Church; An Su dared to do such a thing, and he must bear the consequences of his actions.