The royal palace was in the shadow of the floating city.
Everyone looked overhead at the huge island in the sky, like a helpless little sparrow in the cold wind—except Queen Stephanie, who had a smile on her lips.
There was a man emitting a warm green glow slowly descending.
The immense mental pressure he exuded made everyone afraid to look directly at him.
Except for Stephanie, who tilted her head, her eyes unblinking as she watched the figure descend.
Several Mages who had rushed over to protect the queen and stayed aside and even lowered their heads.
Not just the palace, but the floating city obscured about three-quarters of the entire area above the capital Fareins, leaving about a quarter that belonged to the Holy Realm.
Both the Pope and the new Holy Lady floated up, and they looked up at the behemoth in the sky from afar, their faces both quite irritated.
