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Chapter 862: Chapter 720: The Moonlight is Really Beautiful Tonight

The Throne of Light was tightly sealed on all sides.

The moonlight from outside was not visible.

However, after the voice of Wald XVIII personally greeting him from outside resounded, the Church Acolyte lifted the curtain, and Xu Shuo stepped out of the carriage, then he saw that the moonlight outside was indeed not bad.

A waning moon hung in the sky.

The moon was waning, but its light remained pure and clear.

It was just that its radiance, in all likelihood, could not touch upon the grand palace below the sky.

Constantinople was as bright as daylight.

The banquet was set within the Golden Square inside the royal palace. This place was the most expansive and luxurious area in Constantinople, usually serving as the venue for dances, receptions, or as a location for military meetings.

The columns of Golden Square were constructed from a certain type of rock, not really built of gold, but their exterior was glittering and luxurious to the extreme.

Ornate patterns were carved on hollow columns, and the tops emitted a glow, seemingly created by magic lights.

The entire dome was radiant, lighting up the square below as brightly as if it were daylight.

Apart from the royal family’s offspring, there were countless noble families on the square, dressed in opulent clothes, densely gathering in the Golden Square, creating a scene from afar that rivaled the splendor of a hundred flowers competing for beauty.

This was the nobility’s expected extravagant splendor and majestic luxury.

Xu Shuo stood atop the carriage of the Holy Seat.

The Holy Seat was extremely high, enabling him to look down almost upon everyone present. He then focused his gaze on the procession directly in front of the Throne.

The procession was led by Wald XVIII from the royal family.

The reason given by the empire to the Holy Court was that Wald XVIII was gravely ill and near death, which by all reason meant he should be bedridden.

Nevertheless, Wald XVIII was neatly attired, standing before the Holy Seat to greet him, crown on his head.

The life of His Majesty the King was not tumultuous, but it was still incredibly strange. Those who heard of the secret troubles of the Varo Royal Family could not help but sigh at the precariousness of luck.

In those days, Wald XVII went out hunting and encountered a sudden wild beast stampede. Even if he did not perish on the spot, he became bedridden upon returning to the palace and never rose again.

So within a year…

The struggle for succession in the Varo Royal Family was exceedingly fierce.

In the end, after all their strife, the one who claimed the throne was the young prince, who had just come of age, the present Wald XVIII.

The reason Wald XVIII took the throne was quite simple.

His father had always disdained the power-hungry actions of the princes, and it just so happened one son neither schemed nor vied, and was of a suitable age, so he outplayed all his offspring.

As a result, Wald XVIII assumed the position of king by luck, crowned by the Pope of Light in the City of Light.

And in the forty some years that followed…

Wald XVIII was unexpectedly mediocre.

…

This was a somewhat portly man.

However, he was tall and therefore appeared robust.

Time had left many marks on him.

Recalling the person who was crowned back then, who was just a young lad, now had turned into a greasy middle-aged man.

The King wore a silk robe embroidered with brocade, with a white pleated collar on his shoulders, a plush bright red cape trailing behind, and a golden crown engraved with Golden Laurel Leaves on his head. His presence was an imminent rush of opulent splendor and solemn dignity.

The Pope of Light personally visited the Royal Capital; the Varo Royal Family absolutely had to welcome him, even the King could not be absent.

And so when the Varo Royal Family arrived, the nobles of the Royal Capital as well as the grand dukes from afar, who accepted the invitation, naturally all needed to be present.

Therefore, grandeur and splendor filled the eyes.

His eyes were somewhat weary.

Xu Shuo raised his hand to the side, and immediately, a pale hand extended quickly from behind, a handmaiden dressed in a Clerical Robe humbly supported him with bowed head and lowered gaze.

The steps before the Throne of Light were spacious enough that even two people walking side by side would not seem cramped.

Catalina kept her head down.

Although her entire face was covered by the white veil cascading down from her headdress, revealing only a faint glimpse of her features, she dared not raise her head in front of so many humans.

After all, if she accidentally revealed her identity…

Then the person next to her would probably enthusiastically command her to perform those acts befitting of a female slave, a humiliation that would likely incite Catalina to lash out on the spot.

So, to avoid giving him a chance to humiliate her…

And to prevent herself from lashing out…

Catalina worked hard to suppress the pride of the Ice and Snow Elves, striving to be an ordinary attendant handmaiden.

She felt countless gazes falling on her.

Catalina was very tense inside.

But her actions and facial expressions remained completely unmoved. After they descended from the Throne, a long golden-red carpet lay before them, and she also saw the person beside her stop his steps.

Remembering the etiquette explained by the Church Acolyte, Catalina stepped back and picked up the long silver hair flowing down, gathering it in her hands.

Keeping hair this long.

Be careful lest one day I step on it and make you lose face.

She muttered to herself.

Because it was a journey just arrived, the attire the Bright Pontiff wore to the evening banquet was not very elaborate.

At the very least, it wasn’t like the King’s garish, ostentatious cape; it was quite simple and neat. However, the resplendent Sun Crown on his head still made everyone dare not look directly at him.

Most of the nobility in Royal Capital did not believe in religion.

But they wouldn’t outwardly show it.

Therefore, as the Pope of Light slowly walked into the great hall of the Golden Square, all nobles cooperatively bent their bodies halfway, performing the solemn and heavy royal court etiquette towards the brilliant Sun, to formally welcome the Pope of Light’s presence.