Aetherland Kingdom, the royal capital, Gedalia.
Deep within the Goddess of Fate Church temple at the center of the lake, the Ice Witch watched the scene inside the Parliament Building of the Protos Empire on the projection screen.
The Bishop Election, broadcast by the Helrom Broadcasting Company, was completely open to the entire Northern Continent.
Or rather, the election itself was exactly what the Protos Empire hoped the Northern Continent would see—the Protos Empire would choose the most suitable Cardinal Bishop today and establish genuine, in-depth cooperation with the Rebirth Church.
The Ice Witch furrowed her brows.
Although she felt that she might have seen wrong,
she inexplicably felt that, among the seats of the Ba Tian Sect's priests,
there was a confidant of the Ba Tian Sect who looked a lot like Hughberlian.
Beneath the calm expression of that high-ponytailed girl seemed to lurk an extreme sense of guilt and remorse. Whenever she looked at the camera, she seemed inexplicably uneasy.
She looked exactly like what the Ice Witch imagined Hughberlian would be like after defecting to the enemy.
"Ah, I must just miss Hughberlian too much."
The Ice Witch sighed.
Come to think of it,
Earl Milford, the Goddess of Fate Church's helper in the Protos Empire and Hughberlian's uncle in name, was actually on such close terms with Luo Qi McCarthy, the prominent figure currently causing such a stir in the Protos Empire. The two even looked like an uncle and nephew sitting together. The Ice Witch had never expected this.
Yet the Ice Witch also inexplicably felt that Earl Milford's attitude toward Luo Qi McCarthy was somewhat subtle.
It was a little like a father-in-law meeting a capable candidate for his son-in-law and trying his best to help his daughter win him over...
It couldn't be