"The Morning Star Bell has rung."
"Saint Candidate, Elizabeth Stuart Purple Eagle, has passed the final trial."
As the announcement concluded, the grand hall remained deathly silent.
Adela clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug deep into her palms, her eyes filled with resentment and shock.
Rosalyn's ethereal gaze landed on Elizabeth's pale, sweat-drenched face, and a ripple of confusion disturbed her gray-blue eyes.
Elizabeth stood alone beside the Ancient Bell, its resounding toll still humming in her ears.
'She succeeded?'
'She really succeeded!'
'Had she fulfilled the wish she had yearned for?'
...
「Monte Territory.」
「The study.」
Murphy had just finished reviewing a plan for autumn crop rotation.
Footsteps approached from outside the door.
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Come in." Murphy didn't look up, his gaze still fixed on a budget sheet for repairs to the border outposts.
The heavy oak door was pushed open silently.
The first to enter was the old butler, Bernard.
