Every coastal nation at this time needs to strengthen their armaments, preparing to face wave after wave of onslaught. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Clearly, even though the Evernight Queen is faced with the disastrous news of the Crown Prince’s death in battle and the significant losses of her direct lineage, she still considers compromising measures.

Seeking to please the Church without wishing harm to her homeland.

A typical case of wanting both ways.

Yet unaware, that the roles of hunter and prey are not absolute.

When her power forms a vacuum in certain areas, naturally others will step in to fill that void.

Especially when the interests of the opposing nobles are repeatedly harmed, this process of power transfer will be faster than usual.

Compared to Byron’s "Holy Spirit" and "Myriad Wings Angel," power resembles more closely the principle of faking it till you make it.

If the subjects believe the Royal Iron to be supreme, the King, in his domain, is indeed the one who speaks with divine authority, one word is law.

If the subjects no longer support the Royal Iron, the Crown is merely an accessory.

The source of power is not divinely granted monarchic right, but the rule of those with strong forces!

Even as a monarch, one must gather many friends, kill few enemies, and especially secure their core support firmly.

The Evernight Queen understands this principle, yet she truly has little time left.

She must be radical!

Once everything is arranged, she releases the projection and returns to the frontline camp.

"Ah!"

She sighs deeply, tiredly pinching her brow.

Once leaving her homeland, only does she dare show a trace of soft sorrow on her face.

Beside her, a male bishop in black priestly robes solemnly comforts her:

"Your Majesty, the Creator is almighty, He will surely see your devotion and grant you His glory.

All warriors who die for the Church will go to Heaven and enjoy bliss, you should be happy for them."

In the Dark Millennium Era, schools were almost nonexistent, all knowledge inheritance was managed by the Church, many officials assisting the monarch were clergy.

Gidro Rohart, the bishop beside Margaret I, was the liaison officer the Church had stationed for her, also serving as an imperial cleric.

Upon hearing his words, the Queen’s eyes regain their fighting spirit, nodding:

"Yes, for the future of the Bayfolk, any sacrifice is worth it.

The soldiers can sacrifice, my grandson Eric can sacrifice, my granddaughter Violet can sacrifice, even I can sacrifice!

Eventually, when the disaster arrives, the nobility and citizens will surely understand my choice."

Standing up, she taps her chest fourfold, performing a clerical salute to the priests around her, strides out of the tent to rally the troops, preparing for the next battle against the Protestant Princes.

The Bishop Gidro Rohart does not follow her, instead sits back at his desk, taking out a book and transcribing it with full devotion.

The cover reads "Book of Creation," which lacks extraordinary power, yet the content is a Forbidden Book, "Gospel of Heaven!"

Knowing the Creator is constantly fracturing is exclusive to high-ranking saints and above, those who vaguely sense underlying issues must at least be a cardinal bishop.

They all agree to keep the secret diligently, lest the people’s hearts fracture with the Creator, making their already turbulent group even harder to lead.

Many middle and lower clergy in both sects are unaware of the truth.

As soon as the Orthodox Church spreads the "Gospel of Heaven," this thing immediately resembles Pandora’s Box, once opened, it couldn’t be closed again.

Devout clergy wish to draw closer to the Creator through this all-encompassing Tome of Ten Thousand Scriptures filled with the Creator’s knowledge.

Those not quite as devout desire to gain power or even immortality through this Forbidden Book.

Bishop Gidro Rohart seems to encompass both, aspiring to draw closer to the Creator while also seeking power, secretly acquiring a copy for study a month or two earlier.

There are many clergy like him.

Holy light flashes in the bishop’s eyes:

"I have read it three times, and transcribed it once.

I am gradually sensing an angel’s gaze upon me.

I have a premonition, I should soon receive His favor.

Hope the Creator blesses me, and tonight yields rewards.

I am truly... too eager to progress!"

...

Meanwhile, Byron had already returned to Ganquan Palace.

After enjoying a sumptuous dinner, he promptly presents his spoils before his two elder sisters as if displaying treasures.

Especially, the Dressing Case of Frigg, both sisters can use it.

This legendary Goddess Queen is known for being greedy, and the name "Freyja" is the origin of Friday.

Mirroring Catherine’s alias "Lady Friday" on Financial Street, the compatibility was high.

The Golden Mist Palace Fenrir composed of seawater, mist, and gold and silver treasures, also aligns with Violet, the War Witch and future Whale Oil Mechanic.

Violet is a direct blood descendant of this Goddess Queen, which eases mastering this treasure.

Thanks to the "familiar" relation, using it also saves a lot of money.

The most crucial is...

"No matter who among them digests this dressing case, they can dematerialize... into twelve divine avatars, ranging in beauty and stature.

Twelve elder sisters or twelve little witches are both desirable, the thought is quite exciting, can’t wait for them to advance to the Fifth Order, slurp~"

However, before deciding the case’s ownership...

Byron suddenly feels a stirring in his heart, his ears echo an excited prayer:

"Ah! Praise... Myriad Wings Angel!"