Kyliam's aides stepped forward, attempting to explain her divine selection, their voices sincere. "She was sent by the Gods themselves, Your Highness, as the Avatar of Goddess Kryliasa."

The Prince silenced them with a dismissive wave, his lip curling in disdain. "Commoner's blood," he muttered. "I can tell by her bearing. Give her Commoners' quarters. She shall compete with the others and must exceed them greatly to make up for her lowly bloodline."

He spoke the words carelessly, never once entertaining the possibility that Seyka's lineage and wealth far surpassed his own.

Her plain features and modest demeanor, carefully chosen by Lord Schester as a sign of humility, were in the Prince's eyes evidence of inferiority. An intentional affront to his sensibilities.

***

That the decree of the Gods was being overturned, and that she would be forced to prove her Sainthood through competition, stung deeply. Yet Seyka chose to comply, reassured by the quiet voices of the Gods who spoke to her. She was allowed to compete with the other Saint Candidates, since the Royal Family of the United Kingdoms required it. Only the corrupt would choose another, anyway.

For reasons unknown to, Seyka's Patron Gods appeared very certain.

Daphne, the Prince's new mistress and self-proclaimed Saint, sensing a rival, offered a smirk as her hand curled possessively around Kyliam's arm. The Prince's mother, Lady Slidiares, laughed openly behind her fan, prompting nearby Nobles and Courtiers to follow her lead. Seyka was soon mocked by nearly the entire court. She clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to slaughter them one by one.

The High Priest of the Ryfkin Church, one of the few voices of reason within this evidently corrupted court, voiced his protest and pleaded with the Prince and the assembled ministers. Yet his words were swiftly silenced by the Prince's mother, Lady Slidiares, who reminded him, with chilling poise, that he ought to remember his place. Her son was the Crown Prince, and stood above them all.

In the end, the High Priest who found himself threatened with a prison sentence had no choice but to relent. Still, he requested indulgence and appealed to the other senior Clergy present to support his claim. But none among them dared to oppose the Prince, and so all remained silent.

The Queen Consort, having grown weary of the High Priest, issued a terrible command with frightening resolve.

"Seize him this instant!" she shouted angrily, her expression twisted with unchecked malice.

"You're overreacting, Mother," Prince Kyliam said, but his mother did not even answer him.

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Paying no heed to his complaint, she urged her relatives and men to take action on her behalf. The woman looked genuinely crazed now, making Seyka worried for their safety. The Prince's mother seemed overwhelmed with Malevolence and deep corruption.

The Queen Consort's sister, Lady Pershiro, immediately complied and attacked the Ryfkin High Priest.

The benevolent man barely avoided the first strike as he was taken by surprise, but still managed to block the Spell at the last moment.

Lady Pershiro sneered and followed up with a second wave of Spells. However, this time the High Priest was ready. He deflected all her attacks with measured strength and precision.

At last, the formerly silent High Priest of the Izranaga Church attempted to intervene.

"Please, my Lady, this is not right—"

But no one listened to him. The rest of the court stood silent, unwilling to speak out against the Queen Consort.

Lady Pershiro's daughter and son both stepped forward in support, launching attacks at the Ryfkin High Priest—the same man who had dared speak out so impertinently before the Prince Heir of the United Kingdoms. Four Knights joined them, drawing their swords and readying their Spells.

The aggressive group's combined assault would have definitely overwhelmed the High Priest, had Seyka not moved at the last moment.

Until now, she had stood aside, unwilling to involve herself. But this had gone too far. She could no longer bear to witness such shameless behavior. These lesser beings had no manners, and their corruption seeped into the very air.

With a single magical strike, she flung all four Knights against the wall.

A fifth Knight tried to reach his comrades, but the force of Seyka's Aura threw him to his knees before he could take more than a few steps.

Suddenly, the court's earlier laughter and mockery were forgotten.

Many courtiers collapsed, unable to stand anymore due to the pressure of the Saint's immense Aura. The Prince fell from his seat on his rear, his breeches visibly soaked. The terror on his face might have amused Seyka, had she not been so utterly furious. This was no longer about her. The court was rotten to its core.

Lady Pershiro's children still stood defiant and launched a new combined attack. They showed no sign of stopping, despite the Prince's pleas.

"Stop," he cried again trying to reach out to his insane and reckless relatives. "Stop before we all die!"

Even the Queen Consort hesitated now.

But it was too late.

Seyka raised her hand. Two orbs of Light flew forth and struck the Prince's cousins. They were disintegrated instantly.

Gasps filled the Hall. The Clergy stood now frozen in shock.

The Izranaga High Priest dropped to his knees, trembling, and started praying.

"Forgive us… Sunlight Lords, forgive us…" he whispered, recognizing the Divine signature in her Magic.

Others emulated him, hoping for salvation while a few others just took to begging the Saint for forgiveness.

However, Seyka did not care for any of their prayers or pleas. They were past forgiveness. The corruption had tainted them.

She lifted her arm in the air, Magic shimmering around her as she made a High Spell.

"I call for judgement," she shouted. "On behalf of Lord Schester, smite my enemies."

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