The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 534 - 299 "You Have No Right to Award Me" (4800)_2

The Eldest Prince narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed An Su, his expression inscrutable.

The six highest-ranking bishops also had various expressions; as demigods present at the scene, they too could sense that something was amiss. Turning their heads back to Merlin, seeing his half-smiling, seemingly mocking expression, they knew that this was mostly Merlin's doing.

This ceremony was being broadcast throughout all of Nether!

This madman!

During the last examination in Nether, Merlin had already made one mistake, and yet he dared to take such a risk again! Gambling with the Church's reputation and credibility!

An Su had proven his stance, but if this ceremony were destroyed, the young man's career would still be doomed!

Bishop Hughes coldly stared at Merlin, the Scales of Order slowly activating, but he couldn't read any violations, because Merlin hadn't conspired with An Su in private; he hadn't even mentioned the matter to An Su.

Everything was discovered by An Su himself.

"Don't look at me," Merlin said heartlessly, with an innocent look, "I didn't give An Su any tips. It's not my business."

The Scales of Order told Bishop Hughes that this was no lie.

This old man deserved to be bald for life!

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Bishop Hughes rubbed his temples, sighed deeply, and thought that it just had to be Merlin causing trouble; such a character was meant to spend their life in exile in Heaven, absolutely not to be unleashed upon the mortal realm.

The rest of the bishops, unable to do anything about Merlin, turned their gaze toward An Su. Although they did not know the exact method, the bishops could only hope their approach would work; if it failed, their eyes glittering coldly, it would prove that there was no value worthy of their effort, and it wouldn't be the Church's fault to let this young man face the royal family and the public himself.

The six major churches had no reason to protect An Su—he was, after all, merely a saint of the Guanghui family.

Under the watchful eyes of all, An Su had already ascended all the steps and reached the highest point of Eden Hall. The Ceremonial Officer, looking bewildered, stared at the young man before him until the latter reached out his hand to the officer, who then suddenly realized and handed over the Ritual Wand, the Holy Water Bottle, and the Holy Radiance Cloak to An Su, following the usual procedure, which should have been carried out by the Saintess responsible for the baptism...

Seeing An Su's actions, whether inside or outside the hall, a great uproar ensued.

This young man, indeed, intended to baptize and award himself!

It was a ceremony only the Saint Heir and Saintess were meant to complete.

Utter madness, complete and absolute madness, a mere Child of the Curse daring to blaspheme the Goddess's glory!

The nobles...especially those from the Royal Family faction, suddenly stood up, accusing the Chenxing Family of disrespect and audacity, of scorning the Royal Family's authority and now even daring to desecrate the Goddess.

The neutrally aligned regional nobles also promptly switched allegiance to the center; in their view, the Child of the Curse from the Chenxing Family was far too arrogant, offending the royal authority was already bad enough, but now he dared to provoke the divine authority as well, simultaneously offending both powerful forces, no one could protect him anymore.

As they thought, An Su indeed was not favored by the Goddess; he took the wand and slowly walked towards the highest statue in the dome of the Ceremony Hall. The saintly statue showed no reaction, the dark moonlight covering everything, the color of night draped over An Su's face like thick lead.

The baptism ceremony began, and An Su held up the wand, but the deities showed no response.

All was silent.

Only the orchestra's pipe organ gradually began to play, its long and clear notes twirling in the empty long steps.

"An Su Moningsta, you should come down now,"

Eldest Prince Terry Milton broke the prolonged silence; he slowly stood up from his seat, his golden eyes shimmering with magnificent radiance, "It's time to end this farce."

"The divine won't respond to you."

The immense pressure, akin to a direct assault, solidified the honor inherent in one's blood as tangible as a mountain bearing down on everyone's chest. The surrounding Royal Guards turned pale and immediately knelt down; this authority exceeded that of saints, and even the Cardinals on the third floor frowned, surprised that the eldest son of the Milton Family, His Majesty the Prince, had reached the realm of a demigod.

This first in line to succeed—

"We can forgive your presumptuousness," Terry watched An Su, his voice soft yet authoritative as if stating a fact, that was the royal decree, "Kneel before Milton, and we can restart this ceremony."

"You are different, you are a smart person, you are obedient, you understand the rules, you are a good child, you should know how a mutual win looks like."

The nobles looked in astonishment at His Royal Highness, they did not expect the Prince to choose to forgive An Su's transgression, even giving him another chance, which really was a great grace and mercy.

A mere Child of the Curse, how could he possibly be favored by the Goddess, even arrogantly performing the awarding ceremony on himself... His Royal Highness providing An Su with this opportunity was sufficient to display his magnanimity.

But An Su understood, this was just a threat.

A chilling threat, hidden beneath gentle tones.

If An Su were to kneel before the Milton Family, he would never be able to separate himself from the royal authority again, meaning a clear divide with the Church, only to become a tool or puppet.

The Eldest Prince wasn't merely threatening An Su; his vast and daunting demigod pressure wasn't just directed at An Su—even though the Prince couldn't see through Merlin's techniques, based merely on speculation, he understood that that country girl, that vase, that puppet, was right by An Su's side.