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Chapter 59 The Saint Going to the North

The capital of the Silver Moon Kingdom is called Moonlight City.

It is located at the foot of the majestic Artemis Mountains and is surrounded by a clear river called Silver Creek.

This city is like a shining pearl inlaid in the earth.

The city wall is built of ancient gray stone. The traces of time have left deep lines on its surface, telling a thousand years of history.

In the center of Moonlight City stands a towering castle called Moonlight Fortress.

At this time, the second prince Bronco Silver Moon has already moved into this castle which represents the center of power.

He would only have to wait until his sick father passed away so he could become the King of the Silvermoon Kingdom.

Today, with the support of some nobles in the royal capital, the Duke of the West, and nobles in the North, the power in his hands is very stable.

Neither the eldest prince Gould Silvermoon who fled to the east, nor the third prince Reynolds who hid in the south and was known as the Silvermoon Star, could pose a threat to him.

And now, he was checking the letters from the North.

Seeing that the Ice Bear City coalition forces were defeated and even the Ice Bear Marquis died in Frost Wolf Ridge, his face immediately darkened.

"waste."

He cursed under his breath, his face already calm.

Originally, he supported the Ice Bear Family to consume the Frost Wolf Family. It would be best if he could directly destroy the Frost Wolf Family.

Even if he fails now, it is only a waste of a chess piece. As long as the northern fortress guarding the north still belongs to the royal family, the north will belong to him.

As long as he supports another family, he will still be able to control the resources of the North, and it will not be difficult to continue to suppress the Frostwolf Family.

What really concerns him now is whether there is the shadow of the eldest prince behind the Frostwolf Family. He does not believe that the declining Frostwolf Family alone can successfully defeat the Ice Bear City coalition.

Although the new Duke of Frostwolf's talent is comparable to that of the Third Prince, he is still too weak compared to the royal family, which is a behemoth.

In the heart of Moonlight City, there stands a solemn and sacred building - the Cathedral of Holy Light.

With its unique Dawn Empire style and exquisite artistic decorations, this church has become a spiritual symbol and pilgrimage site for the Holy Light believers of the Silver Moon Kingdom.

The church's appearance is majestic and magnificent, with its tall spire pointing straight to the sky.

The exterior walls are made of dark grey stones and the entrance is a pair of finely carved oak doors depicting biblical stories and angel images.

The altar inside is made of pure white marble, inlaid with gold foil and gems, and in the center stands a holy statue, representing the core of the church's faith.

The basement of the cathedral is a place for prayer and meditation. There is an ancient reliquary there, which is said to contain the relics of a great saint, attracting pilgrims from all over the world to come and pay homage.

At this time in the church hall, Saint Lucia was praying facing the Holy Light Altar.

She has long golden hair that flows like a waterfall, eyes that are as clear as lake water, deep and bright, and skin that is as white as jade, clean and flawless.

She was dressed in a pure white robe with golden vines and lilies embroidered on the edge, symbolizing purity and holiness, and she wore a cross necklace around her neck, symbolizing holy light.

Her voice was soft and solemn as she recited an ancient prayer:

"Lord, may your light dispel darkness, may your mercy shelter our home, and grant us the strength and courage to love and forgive."

With each prayer, her voice was filled with power, seeming to touch the heartstrings of everyone who listened, bringing divine comfort and hope.

The air around her seemed to become holy because of her prayers. The air was filled with the faint smell of incense, which intertwined with the breeze blowing in from the window, creating a sacred and peaceful atmosphere. "Lucia, are you ready to set foot in the North?" The archbishop's deep voice sounded.

"Here I am, always ready to do the will of God."

Lucia's voice was calm but firm, and she opened her eyes, which were shining with determination and conviction.

She stood up, her white robe fluttering gently in the breeze, like a blooming lily, pure and strong.

Lucia walked up to Archbishop Holy Light and bowed slightly to show her respect. Her movements were graceful and powerful, showing the dignity and humility of the saint.

“Archbishop, I understand the importance and challenges of this trip to the north. I will bring God’s grace to those in need, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead.”

The archbishop nodded, his deep eyes full of trust and expectations for Lucia.

"The people of the North are suffering. Lucia, you are not only their hope, but also our pride. May the holy light be with you, illuminate your path, and protect you from all harm."

Lucia took the scepter handed to her by the archbishop. It was her symbol and her mission.

The top of the scepter is inlaid with a sapphire that sparkles with a soft light, as if it embodies divine power.

She gripped the scepter tightly, feeling the sacred energy contained within, and her heart was filled with strength.

"In the name of Holy Light, I will set out for the North to bring hope and healing to the people there."

Lucia's words were full of power. She turned and walked towards the church door. The sunlight shone on her, forming a holy halo.

The Archbishop of Holy Light and a group of believers stayed where they were, praying silently, looking forward to the return of the Saint and the light and peace she would bring to the North.

In the Kingdom of Crystal Song, the Ice Throne, a symbol of supreme power, stands tall.

The Duke of Icecrown, once a loyal guardian, now has a rebellious heart.

His eyes were no longer filled with determination and resolve, but were now filled with gloom and ambition.

Under the moonlight, the Duke of Icecrown stood alone on the balcony of the palace, gazing at the starry sky in the distance, thinking about the plan of usurping the throne in his mind.

His fingers gently slid across the model of the Ice Throne. Every carefully designed line was like the conspiracy in his mind, cold and delicate.

He understood that usurping the throne was not an easy task; it required wisdom, courage, and precise grasp of timing.

As early as several years ago, he had secretly contacted those nobles and generals who were dissatisfied with the current regime and wove a secret network.

His messengers traveled across the snowfields, delivering secret orders of betrayal.

At the same time, he secretly expanded his army, trained elite frost warriors, and built solid ice armor to prepare for possible conflicts.

He knew that once he embarked on this path, there would be no turning back. He would either ascend the throne or fall in a pool of blood.

chirp——

Suddenly, a snow eagle flew across the night sky.

The Ice Crown Duke stretched out his hand and let the huge snow eagle land on his strong arm.

Reaching out to take the letter tied to Snow Eagle's feet, his eyes flickered, narrowed slightly, and murmured, "The Frostwolf Family of the North?"

(End of this chapter)