Fies Royal Palace,
As King Morton's words fell, Tiya stood before the aged king and lowered her head slightly.
At that moment, the Dawn Church's witness also arrived at the old king's side.
Dawn Church Bishop, Holy Light Maurice!
At that moment, Maurice no longer appeared to be an ordinary old man. He seemed to have transcended the mortal world and become a true saint. His presence made everything around him seem so small, yet it also made people instinctively want to draw near and seek the comfort and guidance of the God of Dawn.
He wore an immaculate white robe, its delicate patterns faintly shimmering in the light like morning dew sliding across the tip of a leaf. In his hand, he held a golden holy scripture, its cover inlaid with intricate, exquisite designs, every stroke seemingly containing the warm radiance of dawn.
A faint golden glow seeped from the holy scripture, echoing the hazy Holy Light surrounding the bishop and bathing the entire palace in sacred colors.
Beneath the Holy Light, Maurice appeared especially tranquil and profound. His eyes carried a holiness beyond the mundane, and every movement seemed to follow a unique rhythm, radiating an indescribable majesty and nobility.
The nobles in the palace were not surprised by Maurice's appearance.
Although most of them had never met this legendary priest of the Dawn Church before, they had long heard the name Holy Light.
As the staunchest supporter of the Fies Kingdom, among the Dawn Church clergy who could come here to witness the new king's coronation, no one else was possible but him.
As they watched him, many nobles could not help but feel reverence, and their faith in the God of Dawn grew firmer.
Very few people present remained unaffected by Maurice's Holy Light. Naturally, Li