Under the scorching sun, the square in front of the ruined church was crowded with people, and the breeze blew through it, dispelling the stuffiness of the surrounding air a little.

Normally, this cool wind would have provoked a refreshing compliment, but now, the blackened square was shrouded in silence, and countless people were silent.

Everyone looked ahead in a daze at this time, looking at the figure on the high platform that emitted a faint golden light.

The figure emerges from under the statue of the Seven Gods, from the prayed prayers of the Sparrow, and from the presence of His Majesty Stannis, who is about to be crowned King......

The figure was covered in a brilliant golden light, silently attracting everyone's attention.

The golden light of the figure, even under the full sun, not only did it not dim anything, but it looked like it was refracting the sun, making the hazy figure look so dazzling.

The people under the high stage stared blankly at this sudden bright figure, and for a long time, it was not just who shouted 'Heavenly Father' feverishly!

As a result, an endless stream of shouts rang out in the square!

At first, these cries were scattered and chaotic, but it didn't take long for all the voices to be unified under the group effect.

"Heavenly Father!"

"Heavenly Father!"

"Heavenly Father——!!

……

On St. Belle Square, countless people fell to their knees and bowed to the ground, and countless shouts converged to form a magnificent sound, which spread throughout the square, throughout King's Landing, and through the walls of King's Landing to the wilderness, the sound was vast and resounding through the clouds.

At this moment, the golden figure on the high platform seemed to become brighter and brighter with their call, bright and even a little dazzling!

Stannis, who was close at hand, lowered his head to avoid being affected by the blinding light.

The sparrow, which was also very close, was also illuminated by the bright golden light and had to be blocked with his hands, but instead of dodging or closing his eyes, he endured the sour stinging pain in his eyes, and tried to keep his eyes open, his gaze following the gap between his fingers and looking intently at the figure's cheeks.

So the other party's appearance vaguely caught his eyes.

Young, handsome, with a seven-pointed star on his forehead that stood out in the golden light, and a wooden scepter in his hand, he looked very familiar.

"It's you...... No, it's you? If it's really you......"

The old man's face flashed with suspicion, shock, apprehension, panic, but in the end, all expressions evolved into excitement!

The excitement of seeing the gods!

"Great Father, the lowly disciple is here ......" he fell to his knees with tears in his eyes and began to mumble incoherently.

Not only him, but the other sparrows around the high platform also knelt on the ground and trembled excitedly.

For a while, whether on the high platform or under the high platform, all of them were a group of kneeling people, densely packed, crowded, and black!

In the face of the miracle that befell him, even Stannis's vassals and his soldiers also left everything behind and fell to their knees with the crowd.

Hazy, glowing, emerging from the statue of the Seven Gods, descending here during the coronation of the King, at this moment, no one doubts His identity!

God!

Only the gods of heaven can have such an image! That's how it comes!

No one told them this, but no one doubted it!

……

Soldiers and their men could obey their hearts without hindrance, but Stannis, who had seen Charles many times, could hardly feel any reverence for him.

After catching a glimpse of his true face, this great nobleman of Westeros even felt a strange sense of humiliation in his heart!

Originally, he was not a prisoner, but he was just a country wizard, and now he let himself kneel at his feet?

"He's not real!"

"Not really, not really......"

Repeating the words inwardly, Stannis wanted to grit his teeth and get up.

But—

The crown on his head was ignored after the sparrow knelt on the ground, but it still floated and trembled automatically, and it was above his head, emitting bursts of colorful light.

Everyone around looked feverishly at the glowing figure in front of him, including the vassals and soldiers who were originally indignant at what had happened to him.

In this case, he ......

With his head bowed to avoid being illuminated by the golden light, Stannis's face was cloudy in the face of the raised carpet, and his heart made countless determinations, but his knees did not move.

So much so that for a while, there was no other sound around, only frenzied high-pitched shouts and excited inexplicable prayers.

……

Charles watched all this quietly, but he didn't react a little.

He had heard Stannis's apology in the North, but he hadn't expected it to be such a scene.

Under the high platform, there was a black press, kneeling I don't know how many people, around the high platform, the "freaks" wrapped in iron chains were looking at themselves with fanatical enthusiasm and muttering to themselves at the moment.

There is also the bald king who is kneeling in front of him, and the gray-clothed sparrows who are kneeling rather than lying on their stomachs, led by the sparrows......

What's going on?

Charles glanced around, finally glancing at the colorful crown floating above Stannis's head.

The crown of golden seven-pointed star antlers was floating at the moment, blooming with bursts of colorful light, and it trembled like the staff of authority in his hand.

There seems to be some connection between the two.

So......

Coronation?

Prayer?

He had a vague understanding of the current situation.

And the words that followed made Charles even more sure about the current situation.

"Stannis II of the House of Baratheon, who is about to be crowned Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, O Great Father, please rule on whether he is qualified to be the sole legitimate King of the Seven Kingdoms......

The old monk knelt on the ground and said respectfully, his mood seemed to have calmed down much more than before, but it was still not normal. In the trembling voice, there is a kind of apprehension hidden in it.

Worried about what?

Looking at him, Charles didn't know much about it.

Afraid I'll refuse?

Thinking so, he looked down at the bald head that was shining with dazzling light under the light of the colorful crown, and his brows furrowed subconsciously.

Enthrone Stannis as king?

Although something didn't affect him too much, or even just a misunderstanding, it was impossible for Charles to act as if nothing had happened. Although it is not enough to retaliate, it is delusional to want him to help this man ascend the throne smoothly.

It's just that......

He glanced at the sparrow that was peeking at him with trepidation, and then at the church members around him who were looking at him with adoration on their faces, and at the black and oppressive human head in the ruined square.

Charles hesitated.

What happens if he refuses?

Some of the plans of the hemp finch went bankrupt?

Conflict breaks out at this moment?

Or is Stannis struggling away?

Frowning and thinking, he suddenly noticed that the bald man at his feet was carefully dodging the golden light and peeking at himself.

After looking at it quietly, the other party obviously noticed Charles's behavior at this time, and his face became a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Charles smiled instead, then raised his head, looked at everyone in the square, and said loudly: "Stannis. Baratheon was the sole orthodox king of the Seven Kingdoms. ”

Ignoring Stannis's stunned face, the crown floating above his head suddenly shook at an even more violent speed, and the colorful divine light was dazzling, and the crown slowly descended in midair.

At the same time, the staff of authority in Charles's hand trembled violently, as if the hidden spirit was inexplicably excited.

"What are you excited about being the king?" Under Charles's astonished gaze, his arm holding the scepter was unconsciously moved, stretched, and lifted by it.

Finally, under everyone's shocked gaze, the golden deity held the scepter aloft.

Divine light of the same color as the crown suddenly burst out from the scepter, shining brightly, enveloping the high platform and enveloping the square. In the end, it seemed that something had been hooked, and the colorful light spread to a certain range and then suddenly burst out, rippling at an extremely fast speed, rushing towards the cloudless sky!

Invisible ripples spread in all directions!

"Stannis. Baratheon is the only orthodox king of the Seven Kingdoms! ”

"Stannis. Baratheon is the only orthodox king of the Seven Kingdoms! ”

"Stannis. Baratheon is the only orthodox king of the Seven Kingdoms! ”

……

The majestic, sacred, vast, and deafening sound of majesty and sacredness spread all over the world, repeating in the ears of all believers in the Seven Gods!

At the same moment, on the high platform, the crown also officially fell on Stannis's bare head, and after emitting the last ray of light, the colorful color slowly faded, revealing the original pure gold face.

Feeling the cold metal touch on his head, Stannis subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked up at the god in front of him who made an "unexpected" move, and wanted to say something, but found that this golden figure was slowly dissipating in front of him at this moment!

The enemy was leaving, and Stannis was relieved about it. It's just that when he looked at the figure's deep and meaningful eyes, the ease in his heart inexplicably dissipated, but he couldn't help but snort in pain, his chest was suddenly stuffy, and his heart seemed to be planted with a heavy shackle.

Finally, when the golden figure completely dissipated, the appearance of those eyes could not be forgotten by Stannis for a long time. In his heart, there seemed to be a sentence that kept repeating itself.

"I can secure your throne with one word, and I can take off your crown with one sentence."

……

When the light erupted in St. Belle's Square, not only King's Landing was heard, but also the Riverlands, the Stormlands, the Valley Floors, and even the whole of Westeros......

All believers in the Seven Gods, whether they were shallow or devout, asleep or awake, commoners and nobles, all heard this voice at that same moment!

This sacred, majestic, god-like voice!

Although the voice came from inexplicably, and although no one knew what was happening in King's Landing, there was a vague certainty in people's hearts.

This is the voice of God!

That's right, the voice of God!

"The Great Father Sent an Oracle ......"

In Dorne, the city of the Halberd, an old monk fell to his knees with tears streaming down his face, and around him, two young girls who had been kissing each other in the church as if no one else was in the church.

The High Court, the West, the Crown, and even the North......

The place where all the believers of the Seven Gods were, whether it was a city or a village, whether it was war or peace, whether it was sea or land, was all in a stir at this moment.

For a while, Westeros was surging!