From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1427: 656 Sang Luo_1 Chapter 1427: 656 Sang Luo_1 Prince Jonathan spoke bitterly, “Why should we swallow our anger?

I’m the eldest son, the throne should rightfully be mine.”

“The tradition of primogeniture has lasted for thousands of years, and I can’t believe it’s being broken under my watch.

How can I face our ancestors?” The old man became more and more upset as he talked.

“Therefore,” Prince Jonathan’s eyes blazed with a powerful light, “we must stand up and resist.

The influence of the Divine Sect might not be as great as before, but as the saying goes, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse.

A head-on confrontation might not mean certain defeat.

I will enter the palace tomorrow under the pretext of attending to the King’s illness, staying by my father’s side, waiting for an opportunity.

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Master, you should persuade General Buhl.

In the entire kingdom of Percival, only he can counter Nando.

When the time comes, we will cooperate both from within and without.

Then the entire kingdom of Percival will be ours.”

The old man silently watched him, making Prince Jonathan somewhat uneasy.

“Do you know why you will lose?”

We don’t yet know who will hold the final victory.”

The old man shook his head, “I once read the works of a sage from Jimenez, which said that those who follow the way will gain support, while those who lose their way will lose support.

I didn’t understand what he meant, but now I do.

Even though Sahaism has only a short history of ten years, it has won the hearts of the people.

Despite the Divine Sect’s thousand-year history, it has fallen behind the times and will eventually be eliminated.

Just like this old man who is about to die, who will eventually end up in the coffin, this day has indeed come.”

Whether the old man’s expression revealed regret or relief was hard to tell.

He just sat there gazing at the sunlight coming through the window, as if he was watching the end of an era.

Prince Jonathan suddenly panicked, “Master, you can’t abandon me.

You are all I have.

If even you abandon me, I will have nowhere to stand.”

“Prince,” the old man was as patient as ever.

“You were born of noble birth and have always had smooth sailing without much adversity.

Because of this, you lack any resilience to adversity.

If anything happens you act impulsively without considering the consequences.

This is your fatal flaw.

If a ruler cannot control his emotions, he will cause great harm to his subjects.

This is a major taboo.”

“What you did with Princess Randa was a huge mistake.

You not only gave your opponent an advantage but also completely lost Princess Randa’s trust.

It’s indefensible.”

“This will be the last time I will help you.

From now on, you must walk this path on your own.”

After Prince Jonathan left, the old man sat there quietly, watching the setting sun with a wave of emotions washing over him.

“Is the Divine Sect really going to be destroyed under my rule?” The old man mumbled to himself, filled with regret and melancholy.

“Master, things are not yet at the point of total destruction.

The Divine Sect has long been intertwined with the monarchy.

It’s not something a minor religion like Sahaism can compete against.

The prince’s plan earlier is not without its merits.”

The old man gave his attendant, who had served him for decades, a quiet look.

That one look terrified the attendant, who knelt down with a thump.

“I should not have spoken out of turn.

Please punish me, Master.”

“I could fight Sahaism to death, but what would be the result?

There would inevitably be a bloodbath, and the common people would suffer the most.

In fact, I should be grateful for the emergence of Sahaism.

They dare to take the initiative, they have enough courage and guts.

I greatly admire the Holy Master’s style.

If it weren’t for the difference in our positions, I think, we could have had much to talk about.

But unfortunately, I am the Master, the leader of the Divine Sect.”

“Anyone who has studied history knows that all monarchies will eventually perish.

This is the inevitability of the feudal age.

I have never left this island in my whole life, but changes beyond our borders are taking place rapidly.

I know that if Percival doesn’t undergo significant reforms, it will eventually decay and rot.”

“I am the leader of the Divine Sect, but at the same time, I am also a citizen of Percival.

More than anyone in this country, I hope that it will continue to improve, and its people will live in wealth and peace.”

“I have failed to achieve this, but someone else has.”

“I have spent my entire life striving to maintain the monarchy, but I’ve known from the start that this day would come sooner or later.

I just didn’t expect it to come this quickly.”

The old man sat rigidly, like a dying old tree.

He looked out over the country he had spent his life protecting, feeling both regret and relief.

“It’s time to meet this Holy Master.”