People looked at Lucy standing on the high platform—she didn't express any clear joy, but she was still respectful and serious. Standing on a high platform www.biquge.info she waited for the pastor's words.

Lucy's eyes were seen to be gleamed with a light mixed with the sunlight passing through the stained windows, like two rich pigments coming together—a rich color that seemed to flow from her eyes, making her eyes magnificent.

And yet - there was only one voice in her heart, boredom.

Lucy looked up inconspicuously at the statue in the center of the pedestal, the figure of Elletia carved with holiness, a common consciousness.

Entrust life and death and choices to a woman who seems kind and weak. Didn't they find it boring once? Lucy felt that she often had such thoughts, and she was unwilling to entrust her faith to such an image.

Except for those, other things, too, are boring.

Whether it's a matter of glory or a matter of responsibility, everyone has turned it into a boring thing in the same way. In this awakening ceremony that should be loyal to Erentia, Lucy is thinking about the "great rebellion".

Keep waiting.

But at this time.

Boom!

Lucy's eyes widened when she heard the explosion, and the first thing she saw was the statue of Elletia on the high platform - because it seemed to be the target, it was torn apart by the explosion!

The screams of the nobles rang out at this time!

Lucy turned her head to look at the walls of the church as she saw the statue shattered—sunlight could no longer shine through the stained windows, for there were no more windows, the walls had opened a gap, and in the smoke, a tall voice was coming towards her.

She had a strange feeling and subconsciously took two steps back, and those who stood up, the nobles in the riot apparently did not notice.

"Huh. Lucy's body paused, tilting her head to the side, and in the midst of the tumultuous and noisy environment, a chuckle suddenly and clearly reached her ears.

What's going on...... And also...... That person.

Lucy immediately turned her head, but the figure was gone. The chill spread from the bottom of her heart and gradually spread all over her body, and she always felt that this was not the first time this had happened.

"Hmm!" Lucy's heart pounded!

"Protect the princess!" was the quickest to react some time after the explosion, and his majestic voice alerted Lucy to Lucy—the nobles had just woken up from their dreams, and the servants rushed toward the high platform, but to no avail.

When the smoke cleared, Lucy was revealed—the man in the first row that Fitney had seen.

People were stunned by the sight, and Lucy was strangled and a knife was pointed at her neck.

"Who are you?!" Misse's pupils narrowed.

The man's face was hidden in a huge hood.

People gathered not far from them, but no one dared to approach him.

"Hey, Your Majesty—Great Your Majesty. At this moment, a hoarse voice with a clear meaning of ridicule came from the man's mouth, "You are so great, can you stop me from killing this princess at this time!"

"You dare?!" Misse's eyes widened, he raised his hand, and the flames turned into a sharp arrow and shot at the man!

"Don't!" said Lucy, who could sense some very special power on the man—and thus felt a strong uneasiness when Miser attacked.

"Hush. ”

Lucy heard the man's laughter, and her pupils suddenly lost color—the arrows of flame were shattered in front of the man—for a dark blue shield appeared there, and at the same time, one noticed that a black "gun" floated from the man's back—a surface so black that it had no shine, and when it floated, it looked very strange.

What is this? A lot of people just have this idea in their minds.

Click.

With a crisp sound, the black gun was bent from it, and where it was broken, a muzzle-like thing was formed.

"This thing......" Elliot was among them, he looked at the gun, and immediately reacted to something, he shouted loudly, desperately rushing forward, "Get down!"

The black spear flashed with brilliant light, and the light like fireworks rushed outward!

Some of them did not heed Elliott's words, and were engulfed in brilliant flames—Elliot frowned, crouching behind his chair to avoid the threat of fire—and was astonished at the firepower of the gun, which seemed to surpass the one he and Fitney had seen in Vogue.

Then Elliot suddenly remembered.

What about Fitney?

"Elliott. Then he felt a man approaching him—and he turned to see that it was Dick, and there was some confusion in his voice, "Where's Miss?"

"I don't know—didn't she tell you what she was going to do?" Elliot was surprised.

They knew that Fitney had some plans, but Fitney was just a girl in their hearts, and she would use other people to accomplish her own plans more often, and it was almost impossible for her, a girl who could be called weak, to complete these plans alone.

But she didn't tell her two servants about her plans?

What was she thinking?

"Where's Coriford?" said Dick again.

Elliot was stunned and shook his head. Then he thought, "Do you think she's trying to use Coriford this time?"

Dick paused: "Mademoiselle seems to be an old acquaintance with that Mr. Coriford. ”

Elliot was silent for a moment, and then the bombardment seemed to subside, and he poked his head out to see that many of them were wounded, and the main nobles did not seem to be injured, but it was clear that he could not reach an agreement with the man.

"Damn, who is this man...... What are the people of the Holy See doing......" Elliot couldn't help but say.

This was the church, and they thought the knights of the Holy See would arrive soon, but everything went beyond their expectations.

"What the hell do you want to do?!" Misse was furious, but his voice was as calm as he could, he was not hurt, but in that situation, he was indeed disgraced.

But the man did not answer him, and one could only see a smile on the lower half of his face, a smile full of mockery.

This means that he is not here to negotiate at all - one might even say that he is deliberately sabotaging.

Such a thing is incomprehensible, but ......

For a time it became a stalemate.

Lucy's face turned pale, and suddenly her body trembled as the knife that lay across her neck pressed down on her neck......

"Stop. Mr. Viscount Lanchelot. The faces of the people watching all this turned equally pale until a voice came from outside the damaged wall.