Chapter 61: Revelation (1/2)

A stunned silence filled the stands as the crowd had a hard time understanding the scene in front of them.

Everything simply ended too fast. The first moment of the fight seemed as if the prince was somewhat struggling and had bitten more than he could chew, but suddenly, in a few seconds, the balance was completely broken as the four gladiators were brought down one after another.

In the lounge belongings to the royal family, Lilith watched this display in a daze, her eyes seemingly reminiscing a scene of the past.

She remembered how all those years ago she began to admire the boy who also displayed his power in the colosseum, under the eyes of the whole kingdom. They looked so much like each other, but–

'Their demeanors are completely different.'

Once again she was reminded that even though they had the same appearance, Sol and Mars were different. If she could say that his ways with women were because of her order, then she could only sigh as his current conduct was of his own choice and born from his own personality.

'Sol isn't Mars, nor is he a replacement of him.'

Such a simple reality.

She couldn't help but feel sadness and joy at the same time. Closing her eyes, she sighed before clapping her hands, the sound reverberating through the whole colosseum.

This was followed by one or two people before an entire ovation began resonating. This ovation was filled with whistles and screams as well as cheer.

Looking at the young boy she had raised basking under this ovation, her complicated emotions were swept aside and were replaced with pride and happiness.

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”Yes!! Take that in your face shitty nobles! My Sol is the best!”

In another VIP room, a brown-haired woman with incredibly voluptuous form could be seen cheering in a rather unbecoming way. Though she didn't seem to care about the look she was receiving from the people who were sharing the room with her.

”Aunt Camelia please! Stop it.”

A blonde-haired young girl begged on the side with a red face. She knew that her aunt loved Sol. She also knew that their relationship wasn't just platonic. Still, there were limits to some things.

”Hehe~!” Giving a cute laugh, Camelia took back her place.

Crossings her legs, she calmed down as she continued, ”This is just the first step. Fufufu~! Soon, no one will compare my Sol to his idiot of a father.”

Saying so, she snapped her finger, and a slim black-haired woman who stood at the back came and kneeled in front of her.

”Sigh, Elsmere, Elsmere. You were one of my favorites. I even planned to ask Luxuria to make you the next supreme daughter once I decided to retire. So why? Sigh, no need to answer.”

The woman named Elsmere kneeled down in silence with a vacant expression. Camelia, completely uncaring, began to think once again of the dashing figure of her Sol.

”It doesn't really matter, nothing can make me lose my happiness after today's event. If he didn't have to visit those nobles I would have asked him to join me tonight.”

Chloe, who sat next to her, was listening to this conversation with a bitter smile and a slight unconcealed fear. She was reminded once again just how dangerous and ruthless her aunt was.

After Camelia's loss of blessing was declared, movement in the church for power seizing became common. But what people didn't know was that–all those so-called traitors or ambitious nuns were nothing more than puppets dancing in the palm of Camelia's hand.

Camelia had never feared being betrayed for the simple reason that she was the true absolute master of the church.

Thinking about how absolutely all the members of the church had a hidden command in the back of their minds that would activate at the slightest thought of betrayal, she couldn't help but feel a shudder.

'This wasn't the kind of power a mortal should have.'

”Hope for the best but prepare for the worst. After what happened to Mars, all my subordinates had a command implemented. It only activates at the thought of betrayal. After all, Mars's death taught me an important lesson.”

A melancholic smile formed on her face as she said so after noticing Chloe's reaction. She might be used to her enemies fearing her, but she did not wish to see this kind of expression on her loved one. As such she tried to explain her reasoning.

She might not have had any romantic feelings for Mars, but the fact was that he was indeed a good man. The sacrifice of her best friend, Blaze, saddened her further.

The cause of all that suffering?

Betrayal.