Chapter 2403 The Love of the Evil God's Faith 07

The Prince's Palace is located in the most magnificent neighborhood of the Holy City, with towering spires and intricate reliefs bathed in grand sunlight.

In the courtyard, the evergreen hedges exude a fresh pine scent.

Along the carefully paved gravel path, nobles in their best attire walked between long tables covered with snow-white linen and flower arches, talking in low voices. The air was filled with the sweet smell of expensive perfume and baked pastries.

And unspoken expectations.

Samuel and Branwen entered, led by Bishop Cyril.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted everyone's attention.

When they saw Samuel, the smiles on the nobles' faces instantly became more enthusiastic. They bowed to him and called him "Master Priest Samuel".

Even towards Branwen, his attitude was impeccably gentle and polite.

But the former's admiration for Samuel was in the hope of a miracle, while his respect for Branwen was more out of respect for his status as the bishop's adopted son.

Branwen maintained a humble smile on his face, the poisonous vines of jealousy growing wildly in his heart, but he suppressed it tightly with the most perfect mask of etiquette.

He took a half step back and glanced at Samuel's straight back.

The atmosphere in the main hall was solemn.

The towering dome was painted with a picture of heaven, and in the center, two twins were carefully held by their nurse.

The older brother sucked his fingers quietly, while the younger brother looked around curiously with his big dark eyes.

The princess in a velvet dress stood aside nervously and expectantly, while Prince Leon stood a little in front, welcoming the arrival of the Priest of Light.

The blessing ceremony is about to begin.

It was arranged that Samuel would bless the older brothers, while Branwen would be responsible for the younger brothers.

All the guests held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two young priests.

Bishop Cyril held the Holy Book in his hand and announced the start of the ceremony in a low and majestic voice.

Samuel and Branwen stepped forward at the same time and stood in front of the babies they were responsible for.

He clasped his hands together, placed them before his forehead, lowered his eyes, and began to pray silently and devoutly, asking his father Zephyros, who was far away in the temple, for protection and glory.

Branwen prayed with extra vigour, almost exhausting all his energy, trying to elicit a response from the Supreme Being.

Perhaps this overly strong prayer was finally seen by the God of Light, and a pure and warm golden light suddenly fell from the void and enveloped Branwen and his younger brother in front of him.

There was a shudder of awe among the guests.

Branwen's heart nearly beat out of his chest.

God the Father responded!

He subconsciously straightened his back and tried to maintain the dignity of a priest, but the irrepressible pride in his eyes almost overflowed.

He glanced quickly at Samuel next to him.

Samuel still maintained his prayer posture, his pure white eyes lowered.

In front of him, his older brother lay quietly in his nurse's arms, with no sign of any miracle happening.

The guests' eyes flickered back and forth between the two priests, and doubts spread silently.

A murmur of discussion began to grow.

Branwen hadn't had time to savor the victory...

Jinchen, who was hiding in the shadow of the pillars in the hall, clenched his fists.

Zephyros is a guy with bad eyesight.

He casually drew a line in the air with his fingertips.

A huge beam of light, several times thicker than Branwen's and brighter than the other, came crashing down.

It completely enveloped Samuel, his older twin brother, and even the princess.

The light was so bright that the divine power of light contained in it turned into a tangible warm current.

The overwhelming divine pressure made everyone in the hall feel like they were in spring breeze.

Everyone: ! ! !

There were gasps of horror one after another.

The princess was the first to react. She was shaking with excitement. She lifted up her intricate skirt and without hesitation knelt deeply in the direction of the light column, with her forehead touching the ground.

"Thank God the Father! Thank God the Father for his grace and choice!"

Prince Lyon also immediately knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his chest, his eyes full of awe.

The guests seemed to have just woken up from their dream, and followed suit, and the entire hall fell to its knees in an instant.

The candidate for the crown prince has been chosen by God himself at this moment.

At the core of the light column, Samuel bathed in a pure and warm torrent of divine power.

He could feel that this power was exactly the same as the one bestowed upon him by Father God before, and was even more powerful.

Samuel lowered his head, his eyes sparkling with tears, and whispered in a low voice that only he could hear, with overflowing love.

"Father God...I love you..."

Jinchen heard it.

But Jinchen still has something to do.

At the same time, the Temple of Light is high above the clouds.

Here is a magnificent palace built with endless and soft holy light.

Zephyros leaned lazily on the throne, closing his eyes and resting.

Several young divine servants with beautiful faces and dressed in thin white gauze surrounded him.

Some of them gently massaged his shoulders, some held glass cups filled with sweet wine, and the youngest one was lying on his knees, singing ancient hymns with a voice as clear as spring water.

It was quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, a dark force with a destructive aura struck.

The young divine servants, like frightened birds, uttered short cries, and instantly dispersed, huddling behind the throne, looking at the intruder in fear.

Zephyros suddenly opened his eyes, and his golden eyes, which were similar to Jinchen's but more empty, were filled with unbelievable astonishment.

"Chen. Why are you here?"

Jinchen was dressed in an intricate and gorgeous black robe, with enchanting bloodshot eyes, and exuded a heart-pounding aura.

He glanced at the beautiful boys behind Zephyros, raised his eyebrows, and corrected, "Jinchen."

Zephyros seemed to choke and frowned slightly, "...Okay, whatever you say. Although I don't know why you want to change your name, why did you break the silence and come here again?"

He sat up straight, and the divine power belonging to the God of Light flowed out, trying to dispel the uncomfortable dark aura, but the fear deep in his eyes could not be concealed.

Jinchen could clearly feel Zephyros's vigilance and fear.

He looked at the face that was too similar to his own, but seemed particularly empty and boring, and the strong sense of incongruity that surged in his heart made him irritated.

Very strange.

It’s not like I haven’t encountered fakes or brothers who look similar in my small world before.

Why did Zephyros give him such a strange feeling?

Jinchen simply got straight to the point, not wanting to waste time talking, and pointed to the light mirror suspended in the center of the hall that reflected the scene of the continent.

The mirror surface ripples like water, recalling the scene in the main hall of the prince's residence.

Branwen was bathed in golden light, and there was nothing before Samuel.

Jin Chen pointed his slender finger at Samuel's figure in the mirror, "Why didn't you bless him just now?"