"Bishop! Bishop! Not good! The nobles have opened the inner city gates and surrendered! The rebels have entered the city! They are now rushing towards the palace and the church! "
In the Eternal Cathedral in Maniya City, Bishop Winst knelt in front of the statue of the Lord of Eternity. He listened to the panicked message from the church's monks behind him and paused for a moment.
He was silent for a moment, then nodded gently.
"I understand."
"Bishop Winst …"
Beside Bishop Winst, the young Empress grabbed the corner of his clothes. Her face was nervous, and her smiling face was wrinkled.
Looking at the young Empress who was nervous, worried, and confused, Bishop Winst's gaze was a little complicated.
He reached out his hand to hold the girl's cold little hand and said softly,
"Your Majesty … The rebels have entered the city, and the nobles have surrendered. This place is no longer safe."
"But … But didn't the Dukes say that we still have 30,000 guards?"
The young Empress asked nervously.
Bishop Winst shook his head gently.
"Your Majesty, we no longer have the Imperial Guards. The rebel army that came in from the outside is the Imperial Guards."
Theresa II was taken aback. She was stunned.
"Why … Why did everyone rebel … Did I do something wrong? I … I can change … I can change … "
She muttered to herself anxiously.
Looking at the girl's anxious and terrified look, Bishop Winst's eyes flashed with a trace of pity.
He sighed softly and said,
"Your Majesty … It's too late."
"I have already prepared a secret passage for you to go out of the city. You can change into civilian clothes and quietly escape from there."
Hearing Bishop Winst's words, Theresa II's eyes widened as if she could not accept it.
"No! I don't want to! I'm the Empress of the empire, the ruler of the Holy Mania Empire! The empire is in danger. How can I escape at this time! "
She said in a young and determined voice.
Bishop Winst was slightly stunned.
He looked at the young girl, who had a determined expression on her face, and gently shook his head.
"No … Your Majesty …"
"The general trend of history cannot be stopped. Everything has an end. From the moment your grandmother passed away, the empire's future was already decided …"
"This is not your fault."
"There is no need for you to die for the empire, nor is there any meaning."
After saying that, he ordered the two female priests of the Church of Eternity.
"What are you waiting for? Quickly help His Majesty change Eve and get out of here. "
"No, I don't want that!"
Theresa II struggled.
Although she wasn't even fifteen years old, she had extraordinary talent. She had already reached the Silver rank at such a young age.
As she resisted, the two priests were unable to do anything to her.
"Minister Winst! I am the Empress of the Empire! As a citizen of the Empire, you must obey my orders! I don't want to run away! I don't want to escape! "
Theresa II struggled to speak.
Looking at the little empress who refused to escape, Bishop Winst felt a headache coming on.
He sighed and wanted to say something else, but he heard an old voice behind him.
"Heh, Linus, so many years have passed, and you still don't know how to take care of children …"
Bishop Winst paused for a moment.
He slowly turned around and saw that a figure in a white robe had appeared in the church.
It was none other than the Legendary-mage Daniel, who was known as the guardian of the royal family.
"Lord … Lord Daniel …"
Bishop Winst subconsciously wanted to bow, but the Legendary-mage turned a blind eye to him after mocking him in the beginning.
The Legendary-mage took a sip of the wine in his wineskin and came to Theresa, who was sitting on the ground and had stopped struggling.
At some point, all the clergy in the church had fallen into a deep sleep. Only Bishop Winst, Theresa II, and the old mage were awake.
"Daniel … Grandpa …"
Seeing the Legendary-mage, Theresa seemed to have found a life-saving straw and grabbed the corner of his shirt.
"I … I don't want to leave here. Can you save the Empire?"
Daniel sighed softly.
He reached out and patted the little empress' head, like an elder comforting a child.
"Little Theresa …"
He spoke softly.
"Tell me, are you really willing to be an empress?"
Theresa paused for a moment.
She was startled and slowly lowered her head. She was silent for a moment.
She gripped the corner of her clothes tightly, pursed her lips, and said sadly,
"But … But this is the mission left behind by Grandmother …
"As a member of the Terence family, I have to shoulder my own responsibilities …"
The old mage shook his head.
"This is only a mission imposed on you by the family. The fate of the Empire is not something you can control, and now … I declare in the name of the current head of the Terence family that your mission … has been completed.
"Child, you don't have to persist any longer. You can already be freed from the cage that is the empress."
The little empress was silent.
As he spoke, the old mage helped the girl smooth her messy hair, his gaze gentle.
"Theresa …"
"When you were young, didn't you say that you wanted to travel the entire continent and see the colorful world outside?"
"Let go of everything and come with me."
"I'll bring you to fulfill those wishes that you have yet to fulfill …"
Theresa trembled slightly.
She was silent for a moment and slowly raised her head. She looked sadly at the old mage, tears seemed to be flowing in her eyes.
"I … Can I really let go?"
"I'm not a qualified empress. I didn't manage the Empire well. Can I really let go of everything?"
"Silly child …"
The old mage sighed softly.
"Don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault."
As he spoke, his hand emitted a gentle halo that covered the girl's body. Theresa's agitated emotions also gradually calmed down under that gentle light.
Gradually, the girl fell into a deep sleep.
"Sleep, child. When you wake up, the nightmare will be over."
The old mage said softly.
As he spoke, he carried the girl and left the church under the complicated gaze of Bishop Winst.
Throughout the whole process, he did not even look at Bishop Winst.
But before he disappeared, the legendary mage left behind a final sentence.
"The palace has fallen. The young empress has died in the flames of the Empire. Nobility, glory, history … Everything is over."
With that, he and Theresa completely disappeared from Bishop Winst's sight.
Bishop Winst had a complicated expression as he looked in the direction the two disappeared.
He sighed softly and stood up. He cast a cleansing divine spell to awaken the sleeping priests and monks.
"Bishop … Your Excellency?"
The priests and monks rubbed their sleepy eyes, feeling a little lost.
They seemed to have completely forgotten about the empress. It was as if they never had any related memories.
"The rebel army has entered the city. The situation is irreversible. Pack your things and leave."
Bishop Winst said calmly as he looked at the clergymen who stayed behind to guard the Eternal Sanctuary.
The priests and monks looked at each other.
"Your Excellency … What … What about you?"
Someone could not help but ask.
"Me? I am a member of the Tres family, and also the archbishop who stayed behind. I will be here until the last moment. "
Bishop Winst said slowly.
As he spoke, he sighed softly again.
"This is also my atonement …"
The clergymen opened their mouths and looked at him with a confused and complicated gaze.
Some sighed softly, took off their holy robes, and left one after another.
Some hesitated for a moment, but as they listened to the noise outside that was getting louder and louder, they finally gritted their teeth and left unwillingly.
Soon, only Bishop Winst was left in the church.
He was not angry about the departure of the other clergymen. He did not seem to be surprised by this.
He sighed softly and bowed deeply in the direction of the Eternal Statue in the church.
Then, he turned around and left the church.
Following Bishop Winst's movements, little flames ignited behind him and soon covered the church and the statue …
In the blink of an eye, the church was engulfed in flames.
The Eternal Statue could not be desecrated.
Compared to being defiled by the Life Believers after the church was breached, actively destroying it was the best choice.
After setting the church on fire, Bishop Winst slowly walked up the church's tower.
On the tower, he had a panoramic view of the inner city. All the city gates had been breached. The rebel army was like a torrent, pouring into the streets and alleys.
Thick smoke billowed in the sky to the west.
That was the direction of the royal palace. A raging fire had already ignited, and spectacular black clouds soared into the sky.
Looking at the raging fire, Bishop Winst was in a daze.
Inexplicably, he suddenly thought of the horse chestnut tree that he and Maria II planted in the royal palace.
He wondered if the fire had engulfed the lush tree as well.
Thinking of this, Bishop Winst was a little sad.
He sighed secretly, withdrew his gaze from the royal palace, and looked at the streets of the inner city.
On the streets, the fleeing nobles and wealthy merchants were in a hurry. It was chaos.
Faintly, the sound of cannon fire could still be heard coming from the direction of the inner city walls in the distance. It seemed to be mixed with the faint sounds of killing.
Some nobles who refused to surrender were calling for their companions on the main road, forming a sad, pitiful, but respectable team. They wore badges and the longsword that had been passed down in their family, and charged at the rebel army that was surging from the end of the street …
However, their tragic and stubborn figures were soon drowned in the tide of rebel army after struggling for a moment.
Seeing this scene, Winst seemed to have seen a similar scene when he was young on the tower.
However, at that time, it was the young Maria II who led the nobles and citizens who supported her to charge at the rebelling nobles.
Unknowingly, the citizens had already stood on the opposite side of the Empire. The fallen palace nobles had also defected at the last moment. Only these last noble knights were left, holding on to the last glory …
But like sand, they dissipated between heaven and earth.
A history full of legends and glory seemed to have ushered in an end with this final charge.
Bishop Winst sighed softly, his expression sorrowful.
Looking down at the city from the tower, he saw that the entire Manya City was filled with the rebel army. The golden armbands on their right arms shone brightly under the sunlight, and the fluttering red flags were constantly waving in the streets and alleys.
The fastest rioters had already arrived outside the headquarters of the Church of Eternity, the Church of Eternity, and were pouring into this former holy land that had already begun to burn …
Slowly retracting his gaze, Bishop Winst shook his head slightly.
He exhaled softly and sat down on his knees in the tower.
The valve of his distant memories gradually opened. At this moment, he suddenly could not help but recall everything that had happened in the past hundred years since he could remember …
The romantic times when he was young, and when he became an adult, he joined the church.
From an obscure and unknown clergyman, he became a cardinal archbishop who ruled over the affairs of a region.
From a rookie who did not even know magic, he grew into a legendary clergyman who was revered by everyone.
Nearly a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye …
There had been happiness, there had been sadness. Everything jumped around in Bishop Winst's mind like a merry-go-round.
But in the end, it all came back to the innocent time he spent in the Imperial Palace when he was a child …
A carefree young man, a pure and flawless young girl.
They held hands, giggled, and planted a thin and weak sapling in the garden.
Bishop Winst smiled slightly.
But soon, that smile slowly faded and turned into a deep look.
Sparks of fire gathered around him, and soon the tower was lit up.
He reached out his hand and drew a sun symbol on his chest devoutly, murmuring a prayer:
"Oh, great and wise Lord …"
"You are the Lord of mankind, you are the eternal light."
"Your brilliance will always shine on the earth, your true name will always be passed down in the world …"
The flames continued to burn, burn …
Soon, it covered the entire tower and drowned Bishop Winst who was praying.
Bishop Winst's expression was calm. His face was devout and fanatical as he allowed the flames to devour him.
In the end, everything turned into ashes in the raging flames.
…
July 14th, 1073 of the Eternal Era.
The Seventh Imperial Guard Legion of the Holy Mania Empire rebelled. They joined forces with the three major mercenary groups stationed in the suburbs and the angry people in Mania City to launch an uprising.
In less than two days, Dororia Castle, the Imperial Palace, the Noble Parliament, and the Eternal Church, which symbolized the authority of the Empire, fell one after another. The palace and the church were burned to ashes in the raging flames.
The nobles were divided internally. They either surrendered or died in the resistance.
The then-empress, Theresa II, who was only fourteen years old, burned herself in the palace and died for the country.
Cardinal Archbishop Winst, who stayed in the Eternal Church, also died in the church tower.
Two days later, the rebels successfully seized control of Mania City and announced the abolition of the feudal system.
They purged the nobles in the inner city, confiscated all the property of the nobles and the church, and planted the flag of victory in every corner of the city …
The black-bottomed eagle flag that belonged to the Empire slowly fell.
When this shocking news spread throughout the Segers Continent, the world was in an uproar.
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