Forever Destined to the Silver Shadow-Chapter 212: The Dawn is Dangerous

Celestia’s POV:

Only after my thirst was quenched did I realize the seriousness of my action. This is like my worst nightmare has come true. What have I done?

I faced my people with much difficulty hoping that they would understand my situation somehow—but they were all staring at me as if I was a Shadow creature. I can’t blame them either!

I recalled one more time what I had done earlier. Not only did I kiss a man in the Chapel of the Sun God, but also I drank a creature’s blood in front of everyone.

I made this sacred place unholy with my immoral act. Holy Aiden would never forgive me for this! Not just him, the Highlanders would never forget this forever.

This is exactly why I didn’t want to become a princess. I know that I don’t have what it takes to be a ruler. I have no self-control over my desires and blood lust.

I glanced at Father Oberon, who had his head hung in front of his people. The Fae King who always stood before his subjects boldly was now ashamed to even face them. I felt extremely guilty for putting him in a situation like this.

I didn’t know what to do now. Should I have to run away from here and never come back? It will be for the best if my father banishes me now.

No one dared to speak a word for a while. They all kept on staring at me in shock and fear.

After an extended period of silence, Darius got up from the pew and came to the stage. He gave me an assuring glare and strode near Father Oberon, who was still gazing down at the ground.

"Father, this is not Celestia’s fault. Something made her do this—and I can tell you who is behind this."

Darius then pointed his finger to the dark-haired man who was standing behind me and said," He is Silver Shadow; he is here in disguise as the Fae Lord Samuel’s son. He must have done something to the Dawn that increased her thirst—"

Everyone in the chapel gasped at the shocking revelation made by Darius. Then I looked over my shoulder and faced the dark-haired man.

He had his back pressed to the painting of Holy Aiden that was on the wall behind him. When his eyes met mine, he started to tremble as if he was scared of me.

"Father, please save me...." he cried out. "They are trying to frame me for something that I didn’t do."

"Shut up, trickster," Darius shouted at the top of his voice. "You can save your lies now. Just come back to your normal form now."

"No, he is not Silver Shadow," said another voice. Everyone turned to the person who said it. It was the Archbishop of the Sun Chapel.

"Your Grace," Darius addressed the bishop. "How can you say that for sure? Because I have evidence to prove that he is the trickster—"

The Archbishop frowned at Darius and replied, "Silver Shadow is a demonic entity now—and this young man seems pure."

"No, your grace! This man has something evil inside him, and I can prove that to you."

Darius then turned his attention towards the Dark-haired man, and he was about to ask him something.

"Prince Darius," the Archbishop shouted. "Why are you shifting the blame on the helpless man? You know that an Anti-Angel like Silver Shadow can never be able to get in the Holy Chapel of the Sun god—let alone stand closer to the painting of the Holy Aiden."

Darius got confused—and so was I. Anti-Angels can never be able to get inside a sacred place. Even kids in this realm know this fact!

"I didn’t expect this from you, Prince Darius," he went on. "Just to save the Dawn for her wrongdoings, you are ready to accuse an innocent?"

Darius sighed deeply and replied, "But this is not the Dawn! Her bloodlust doesn’t get instigated this way suddenly. I believe that something or someone is responsible for this."

"No one is responsible for this except the Dawn—" someone shouted from the crowd.

Then a blue armored man who was seated in the back row got up from the pew and stepped forward. He is not a random wisdom fae, but he is the Fae Lord Ethan.

"Prince Darius, you can’t distort the facts to save the Dawn. We all witnessed the incident with our own eyes. The Dawn lost control and became a predator. She was about to kill that helpless man, and you are defending her?"

Then the Wisdom Fae Lord turned to the people and shouted, "How can we let a predator become the princess of our realm? What justice can we get when the predator princess hurts one of us?"

At that moment, I was feeling a lot of this. Regret, guilt, sorrow, anger! This might seem like my fault—but it isn’t! I was definitely driven by something to do this.

But my people won’t believe me even if I try to defend myself to them. So I stood still and watched everyone bad mouth me.

One of the Healer Fae stood up and said," The Dawn has no self-control. It is really dangerous to be even in the same room as her. It is immoral to hand over the responsibility to her."

Then so many others got up and said absurd things against me. The crown never mattered to me at all. If they ask me to step down from the position of Princess, then I am willing to do it in a heartbeat.

All I ever wanted was my people to love me. It hurts that they all see me as a dangerous creature now. I glanced at my father again; he still had his gaze on the ground.

"Everybody stop it," Edwin shouted out of a sudden. "You all are thankless people! How could you all speak ill of the Dawn? She was the one who redeemed the force of light and saved everyone here. Did you all forget that?"