Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1204 - 801: Not Black Sun Lord, It’s Madly in Love Lord_2

"Sigh."

Though the experience of the top leadership ceremony is certainly wonderful, without Lanci by her side, she doesn't see much point in it.

She loves her empire, but she loves her beloved even more.

She must marry Lanci first.

Then, she couldn't help but plan a visit to the Wilfort family to meet her parents-in-law after returning to the real world.

But there's no rush, a surprise reunion with the Saint Heir comes first.

Lanci would never have dreamed that not long after saying goodbye in the Shadow World, they would meet again in the real world.

"I heard... the Dimensional Branch has spells capable of ultra-long-distance teleportation, but the further the distance, the higher the mana consumption for high-order targets... I really wish I could meet the Saint Heir as soon as I return to the real world."

Archbishop Sigrid sighed inwardly.

If the Saint Heir leaves the Shadow World and hears a knock on the door right after sitting down at home.

Opening the door to see her leaning on her luggage.

What a romantic scenario that would be.

Her journey to the South Continent was basically facilitated by the Dimensional Branch's all-in-one service including information navigation and passports.

As for the highest form of spatial teleportation, that was out of the question.

It wasn't about the money.

Ultra-long-distance teleporting her, Bishop of Hegemony of the peak Eighth-order, would consume vast amounts of mana; even the only capable Space Mage Dimensional Bishop would lose all combat abilities after using such a massive-scale spell, cunning Tolyado wouldn't foolishly exhaust his mana in front of another Cardinal Bishop.

Dreaming time was over, Sigrid's thoughts were brought back to reality by the resonant sound of Hershalraym.

Behind her, the double doors of the Papal Hall opened, the midday sun through the rose windows casting mottled light and shadows on the red carpet, creating a path to Heaven.

The bells rang in unison, and cheers like a tide, the people genuinely welcomed their new Pope.

Sigrid smiled and waved to the crowd, thankful for the support of her subjects.

The world of this era, she thought, is a place where every glance counts.

"Glory to the Goddess! Praise our Pope!"

Temple Knights quickly formed a tight human wall around the high platform, ensuring the smooth progression of the coronation ceremony.

Following them were the white-robed bishops who respectfully saluted Sigrid, then lined up neatly on the right side of the steps, signaling that the Holy Spirit Lante Church was united in supporting the new Pope to govern the nation.

Accompanied by Sigrid's steps, the hymn resounded over the square.

Sigrid slowly stepped onto the platform, the crowd's calls interwoven into an exhilarating symphony.

Reaching the top of the platform, Sigrid slightly raised her right hand, signaling for the crowd to quiet down.

The square gradually fell silent, everyone breathlessly awaiting the coronation speech of the new Pope.

"Beloved citizens of Holy Prant Land, today, I solemnly swear in the name of the Goddess of Destiny and all the people, that I will devote all my strength, with a heart of sincerity and a passionate soul, inheriting the will of the original Pope, to lead our nation towards a brighter future."

Sigrid began speaking slowly, her voice firm,

"After enduring many hardships, we finally welcome the dawn of rebirth. But the real test may have just begun. Let us join hands and extend the legacy of our predecessors to create a beautiful future for Holy Polante!"

She recited this,

But in her heart, she thought that this was something the Saint Heir should have been helping her with.

Speeches were more of the Saint Heir's forte.

And previously in the Northern Continent, she often preferred to let the Saint Heir handle these matters, supporting him from behind.

Indeed, even after their marriage, in professional terms, they were a perfect match, perfect partners.

As the oath concluded, applause thundered and cheers roared.

"Long live Sigrid Saint Anastasius!"

"Long live Holy Polante!"

Shouts converged into a monumental surge, countless flowers and streamers fluttering like dancing butterflies, the bell sounds sonorous, the hymn floating, and the rays from the colorful stained-glass windows casting a dreamlike glow in the solemn hall.

"Diligence and responsibility, winning hearts with morality, governing the world with justice! Let Holy Polante be restored to its former glory!"

Sigrid's voice resonated through the skies, every word resounding,

"The ordeal is nearly over, the dawn is near, this nation, after enduring much, will stride towards an even more splendid future."

Amid the deafening cheers, thousands of white doves flapped their wings into the azure sky, forming a pristine cloud, soaring through the golden midday sun.

The ceremony made time fly.

Until it ended successfully, the sunset gradually sank into the horizon, everything bathed in a rose-colored twilight.

The bustling sounds of Helshalem gradually faded, and the newly appointed Pope Sigrid of Holy Prant returned to her Throne Hall.

Behind the massive oak doors was a glittering scene, the high domed painted ceiling of the Holy Spirit Lante Church was restored, and the walls were inlaid with emeralds and amethysts personally chosen by the new Pope.

"I've completed all the tasks, truly a Saint Heir who knows how to delegate responsibilities."

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At the end of the steps was the unchanged throne of the Holy Spirit Lante Pope.

Sigrid sat on the Throne, gently closing her eyes, silently praying in her heart.

"Good luck, the rest is up to you now."

Perhaps from now on, she will no longer have nightmares about this era.

Surely, it must have been Lanci who put a full stop to it.

...

Hours passed, elsewhere.

Southern part of the Huo Ning Empire.

The capital.

Saint Trier.

In the foggy night, the city above was illuminated by a blood-red moon, lighting up the ancient and beautiful Holy Capital.