As Fitney's words fell, perhaps too shocked, everyone looked at each other—silence followed by an explosion of discussion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There were painful questions and disgruntled shouts.

Fettnay watched them silently—her surprisingly calm attitude made some "react"—and Cleveland was in the crowd, hurrying to calm his companions around him.

Such a move could be spread - perhaps because the family army of the House of Wizdem was good enough that they all eventually fell silent - it was silence rather than complete calm. There were many people who looked at Fitney with doubt, even questioning, and angry eyes.

"Ask your questions. Fitney then said.

Her attitude baffled the soldiers, accustomed to the high and noble of House Wizdem - but some of them couldn't stand it anymore.

"Why! Why are we fighting the Holy See!"

"Why should we believe that you are the new Duke of Wizdem?!"

"It's unbearable enough, why should there be such a request?"

……

Fettnay's appearance was so sudden that everything seemed vexatious—but her attitude didn't change much until the men were as silent as before.

"So, what do you think the Holy See stands for, does it represent your faith?" said Fitney, exhaling, looking at them, and asked rhetorically.

"They are the supreme interpreters......" Fitney immediately heard someone retort.

"Are you going to make excuses because you can't read the Divine Language?" Fitnair raised an eyebrow.

The laughter came out - it sounded funny, but it was also true that not many of these people could read the Divine Word with their own abilities - which is why many people associate the Divine Language, Erentia with the Holy See.

"Well, then, if I make you understand the Word of God, can I also build a Holy See? Is it not Irontia that you believe in, but the Holy See who killed your master, Duke Wizdem, Aldrich Wyzdem?!" Fitney's voice rose considerably, especially as he spoke the last sentence.

She will not let go of the Holy See, and one of the important reasons is her father.

Not many people knew the truth, and the shocked soldiers knew it for the first time.

"How is this possible......"

"Why ......"

"Lord Wizdem, he'......"

This time, Fitnair did not wait for them to be silent, but continued to speak, leaving them speechless: "He died in the fire - the one who killed him was only the Holy See, not Erentia, who supported the justice and fraternity that will not let your obedient master die!"

Then the people saw an astonishing sight - a shadow seemed to float in the sky - it was a beautiful woman, like a statue in the Holy See, who opened her eyes and opened her arms towards them.

It was a very dazzling light.

Holy, transcendent - warmth and majesty are fused by the supreme being into an irreplaceable breath, and as this aura blooms, the woman with open arms closes her eyes and gradually dissipates behind Fitney. But in any case, it was clearly seen by these soldiers - that is......

"It's Ironia!"

"Oh my God...... It's a miracle!"

"What Miss Fitney said is true...... It's so unimaginable......"

"Is the Holy See actually that kind of existence?!"

"We should fight for Mr. Aldrich!"

Fitney knew that there was nothing more powerful than a "miracle" to strike their hearts.

However, no one knew that this was the only "real" miracle, known as Giotto's miracle - a unique evidence of the "appearance" of Ironia.

"Miss Fitney! Elletia is behind you!"

"Please let us follow you......"

"What was I thinking?!"

……

Fitnair watched them quietly, a glimmer of sadness or sarcasm in her eyes, and finally, she took a deep breath.

"Enough. The voice was not as loud as it had been, but the majesty of it easily shook the army.

They all fell silent in a trance—for they had felt this majesty countless times, the majesty that belonged only to the House of Wizdem.

"Now that I've answered your question, then—it's time to answer my question?" Fitnair widened her blue-purple eyes, and what came out of her eyes was pure, the glow of the Wezdem bloodline - it was absolutely impossible to disobey those who stood under the banner of the black sparrow, "You-who do you think you are questioning?!"

Questioning - Is the family army of House Wizdem questioning the Duke with unchanging majesty?

The soldiers suddenly understood something, and when the questions about faith in their hearts were answered, it all made them feel dead.

This is tantamount to betrayal.

For these people, betrayal means death.

"I am Fitney Wizdem, the only daughter of Aldrich Wizdem, who inherited the bloodline of the Blackfinch Emblem, so, answer me, who are you questioning?" Fitney repeated, her eyes sweeping over the men, with a majesty that shook the nearly 10,000 people.

The question of the Wyzdem family regarding talent, their talent, is [majesty].

This has to do with the obsession with the pursuit of glory, and it is the reason why the family has flourished - every member of the Wizdem family has a majesty that even a king cannot ignore.

However, for these nearly 10,000 people, it still seems to be too exaggerated.

"......Huh," a silver-haired woman was not far away, she looked at it all, a hint of comfort flashed in her dark purple eyes, and she made a gesture of prayer - in her, the magic that subtly affected people was being released, "My lord...... Please bless these lost people, and please support the girl who is destined to become great......"

It was the guidance of the Holy Maiden, just as she hoped for and did during that centuries-long war - undeniably no one could stop it.

"Cleveland. As everyone was overwhelmed by the majesty, Fitney suddenly said that this softness did not make them feel any lighter.

Cleveland, an ordinary member of this group, has become the center of attention.

"Yes, sir. Cleveland replied.

"Do you know what's wrong?" Fitney asked him, the temperature in his voice lowering a little.

"Yes. He was not silent and replied.