[15th of the Queen's Month, 719, Dryden, afternoon.] Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info】

The canonization ceremony of the Lutheran Kingdom was a special ceremony, according to the old practice, it was held in front of the church, and the recipient had to receive the blessing of the king and the pope at the same time, and the scene was as grand as a festival - but it was very expensive, and the requirements for becoming a nobleman were very strict in the past, so there were not many nobles who were canonized, and this kind of ceremony was rare most of the time.

It was a tradition - since Dahl's proposal, the number of nobles has increased, and such ceremonies have been less expensive to take place.

All in all, the number of such canonization ceremonies is small.

Fitney is an exception.

In the eyes of the aristocracy, Fettnay was special because of her recent deeds and special past, and in the eyes of the commoners - she was the Saint Sibu. She was also the first countess, and on this day all the commoners who were free came to the square in front of the palace, which had previously been used as a time for the king's appearance. It was the first time that it was used as a viewing place for canonization ceremonies.

Not in the church, but in the palace, the first countess, the canonization ceremony that had not been seen for more than a decade - all this made curious people come to the palace very early.

"The Saint Sibu has been made a countess? ”

"Ah, what a lik, this story. ”

"Long live Elendia!"

"Oh yes, long live Elendia—the perfect saint, haha!"

……

Fettnay had come to the palace from the other side, and she could hear these familiar whispers—they were evident in the quiet of the morning, and a hint of thought flashed across her face.

"Miss, I still remember that the day of Mr. Greid's awakening ceremony was also different. Dick said suddenly.

"What is it like?" Fitney hadn't heard of Grede's Awakening Ritual.

Mr. Greider refused the priest's prayer, and he recited the Treatise of Equality to the nobles. ”

"Did he do such a thing?" said Fitney, a little surprised.

Dick nodded, his expression softened as he remembered something: "But after that, Mr. Greider did not express his displeasure with the Holy See so vehemently in public. ”

"Did he realize that it would have any bad effect on himself?" Fitney imagined Greid being taught a lesson by Andrew.

For some reason, Fitney felt that it might not be as bad as she thought.

"Mr. Greid, for he thinks that it is useless to do so—that the outward revolt is in fact too weak to sustain the trials that ensue," said Dick, for a moment, "but I believe that Mr. Greider was not afraid of the situation, and would not have done anything like that." ”

"Definitely. "Fitney can't deny it.

Fitney then turned his head once more to look at the chattering civilians.

Soon she turned her head back again.

"Hello, Miss Fitney, please come with me. When Fitnay reached the gates of the palace, a butler was already standing in the doorway—his dark brown hair tinged with an abrupt silver-white color, and his sharp eyes were faintly obscured by the traces of time.

Fitney knew that this person had only taken office in the past few days, the head of the palace.

Fitney nodded, and walked with him into the palace, which she was already familiar with, and she looked as usual as she walked through the familiar corridors.

"Here we are, Miss Fitney. The steward said, standing in front of a golden door, which was larger than the doors of the other rooms—and just as he was about to open it, his movement suddenly stopped—and Fitnair could feel the tendency of his movement to pull the door, but suddenly it was gone.

Fitnair looked at him, but didn't immediately ask.

"This is what Her Highness Lucy has entrusted me to pass on to you. The steward took a piece of paper from his pocket—he handed it out, bending down slightly.

Having taken it, Fitnair could understand the meaning of him handing over such a thing to herself here, and she unfolded the note—it took almost a moment to read, and there was no change in her face.

"Thank you. There was no particular emotion in Fettney's tone, and his voice was as calm as ever.

"It's my job to be able to help you. The steward replied.

With that, his arm strained slightly, and there was a creaking sound from the door—and Fitney watched as the light spilled out of the door, gradually revealing a figure.

With his face sideways, Fitnair looked at the man shrouded in golden light and muttered, "Grede......"

Fitnair walked forward unconsciously, submerging into the light.

"Long time no see, Dick. When Fitney entered, the steward closed the door, and he looked up, and met Dick's gaze—and he said.

"Long time no see, I remember when you came back in Isop territory. Dick said.

"I also remember when you were in the Chhavrin territory, when you planned to change jobs?" replied the manager.

They didn't say anything more, but looked at the door in silence.

"She's not like Greid. The manager said suddenly.

"That's true. Dick didn't deny it.

"Then why did you choose her?"

"You'll know. ”

As Fitnair entered the room, she gradually "woke up"—not Grede, but Misé—as she stood in front of the great windowsill, the king of the kingdom of Luther looked up to by the plebeians.

"You're here. Seeing Fitney walk in, Misser smiled.

Fitnair saluted Misser and smiled, and her smile met Missé's eyes—Fitnair saw himself in his eyes, an image he hadn't thought of before, quiet, just right.

It's been completely ...... It's different.

Her gaze turned to the sky outside—but a somewhat dimly colored past came to her mind.

Fitney Wizdem, who had been the object of hope that the Wyzdem family had to place their hopes in, had learned a lot and done what she thought was bound to end.

But one day, a ritual made that dimly toned life heavier than ever.

Fettnay had been angry, but it had not begun with an awakening ceremony, but with an inexplicable engagement - and she no longer had the same anger as she had when she thought back on it.

This was the first time that Fitney had thought back to that event since leaving the Kingdom of Luther.

But that's not the right way. And Elliott's words.

The practices that had made her angry and bad were now taken for granted by her as some means.

"Your Majesty, you can begin. Fitney was pulled back to reality, and she heard the man standing beside Mise.