This was the Opera Epiclese.
It was the largest opera house in Fontaine, where some of the nation's major cases were tried in public.
When there were no cases requiring a public trial, it served as a venue for artistic performances. Countless artists in Fontaine considered appearing on its stage the highest honor.
And now, in a secret area beneath the opera house that no one knew about...
A white-haired girl in a pink-and-white dress arrived.
Within the underground area, which was not particularly spacious, stood a peculiar device: the core of the Oratrice Mécanique d'Analyse Cardinale.
The divine core of Focalors, the Hydro Archon, resided within it.
For five hundred years, Focalors had remained inside this core, constantly gathering the faith generated during the opera house's trials and converting it into indemnitium. She sought to destroy the Hydro Archon's divine throne, return its authority to the Hydro Dragon Sovereign, and save Fontaine.
Ellin simply stood there in silence, looking at the core of the Oratrice Mécanique d'Analyse Cardinale.
Yet that simple gaze might well have been the most excruciating torment in the world for Focalors.
The so-called prophecy was a punishment the Heavenly Principles had imposed on Fontaine.
To deceive the Heavenly Principles, she had spent five hundred years preparing, and success was finally within reach.
She had thought she had fooled everyone. Yet now, the new Heavenly Principles stood before the core, silently watching her.
In this situation, if Focalors still had a physical body, she would surely have been drenched in sweat.
Faced with this, Focalors had only one option: play dead.
There was no helping it. The Heavenly Principles alone could never be made an enemy.
Her only choice now was to pretend nothing was there and pin her hopes on the Heavenly Principles not having