In front of the grand hall of The Holy See, Pope Vitra wore a solemn expression, donned the crown, and read the Divine Edict like a servant of the Divine Spirit.
By his side, a golden-haired woman was smirking coldly; she was the next Saintess who had previously failed to compete against Alice for the position.
"Damned Alice, you're finally going to die. The Saintess is mine; you can't take it from me!"
The woman laughed viciously, knowing that once she became the Saintess, her family, her life, would soar to glory.
Alice, bound to the wooden cross, laughed, "Divine Edict, haha! Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"
"Would the almighty Divine Spirit really seek to execute an unborn child?"
"I am a sinner, but the child is innocent. I have desecrated the Divine Spirit, but isn't the Divine Spirit supposed to be compassionate and merciful?"
"Since when has the exalted Divine Spirit become a terrifying executioner?"
