After Rayne finished swearing his oath and receiving her blessing, Vejestri did not say another word. She remained like a spectator until now, when Tim Kainan asked her to make a judgment, yet she still maintained her silence.
One second, ten seconds, half a minute...
The Goddess of Magic said nothing.
Beneath the mysterious veil, no one could see her expression. Although she stood on the platform, she seemed like a statue, impossible to read.
Tim Kainan's heart sank. This was the worst possible outcome.
But he refused to believe that the goddess would allow the Modu School to destroy the stable balance that had lasted for over a thousand years, placing the High Council and the Empire in danger.
"Your Ladyship!"
Tim Kainan could not help reminding her again. "The Empire's stability is the foundation of faith for your billions of followers. If the Empire's rule falls into the hands of one person and one faction, the risk of war and division will greatly increase. The losses suffered by the people of the Empire would be extremely detrimental to Your Ladyship. Please reconsider."
His meaning could not have been more obvious.
Even the dullest person could understand what the Grey Eagle Duke meant, and most people felt that he had a point.
The balance between the High Council and the Empire's political structure was indeed beneficial to the country's stability.
It was also beneficial to the goddess's believers.
However, the Empire's upper echelons on the steps all had their own thoughts. The members of the Modu School were inwardly ecstatic. By following Master Anxi and the Consul, they would gain greater benefits. The members of the other factions, on the other hand, looked extremely unpleasant.
Vejestri still did not respond, as though she had not heard Tim Kainan's impassioned