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Chapter 270 -: 269 First empress in the history.[3] · Oct 28, 2026

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251 Chapter 251 -: 250 Saddened parents.[4] 2026-10-28
252 Chapter 252 -: 251 Dueling Magnus.[1] 2026-10-28
253 Chapter 253 -: 252 Dueling Magnus.[2] 2026-10-28
254 Chapter 254 -: 253 Dueling Magnus.[3] 2026-10-28
255 Chapter 255 -: 254 Dueling Magnus.[4] 2026-10-28
256 Chapter 256 -: 255 Terror of the Ball Crusher.[1] 2026-10-28
257 Chapter 257 -: 256 Terror of the ball crusher.[2] 2026-10-28
258 Chapter 258 -: 257 Arrogence can get you killed.[1] 2026-10-28
259 Chapter 259 -: 258 Arrogence can get you killed.[2] 2026-10-28
260 Chapter 260 -: 259 Arrogence can get you killed.[3] 2026-10-28
261 Chapter 261 -: 260 Arrogence can get you killed[4] 2026-10-28
262 Chapter 262 -: 261 Buying a House.[1] 2026-10-28
263 Chapter 263 -: 262 Buying a House.[2] 2026-10-28
264 Chapter 264 -: 263 Buying a House.[3] 2026-10-28
265 Chapter 265 -: 264 Dinner and sad story.[1] 2026-10-28
266 Chapter 266 -: 265 Dinner and sad story.[2] 2026-10-28
267 Chapter 267 -: 266 Dinner and sad story.[3] 2026-10-28
268 Chapter 268 -: 267 First empress in the history.[1] 2026-10-28
269 Chapter 269 - : 268 First empress in the history.[2] 2026-10-28
270 Chapter 270 -: 269 First empress in the history.[3] 2026-10-28
271 Chapter 271 -: 270 Terror of Jasmine [1] 2026-10-28
272 Chapter 272 -: 271 Terror of Jasmine[2] 2026-10-28
273 Chapter 273 -: 272 Duel of mortals.[1] 2026-10-28
274 Chapter 274 -: 273 Duel of mortals.[2] 2026-10-28
275 Chapter 275 -: 274 Duel of mortals.[3] 2026-10-28
276 Chapter 276 -: 275 Duel of mortals.[4] 2026-10-28
277 Chapter 277 -: 276 Duel of mortals.[5] 2026-10-28
278 Chapter 278 -: 277 Duel of mortals.[6] 2026-10-28
279 Chapter 279 -: 278 Seclusion.[1] 2026-10-28
280 Chapter 280 -: 279 Seclusion.[2] 2026-10-28
281 Chapter 281 -: 280 The slumber of Fate..will soon be over. 2026-10-28
282 Chapter 282 -: 281 Immortal Velentina [1]. 2026-10-28
283 Chapter 283 -: 282 Immortal Velentina.[2] 2026-10-28
284 Chapter 284 -: 283 Knight in shining armour.[1] 2026-10-28
285 Chapter 285 -: 284 Knight in shining armour.[2] 2026-10-28
286 Chapter 286 -: 285 Knight in shining armour.[3] 2026-10-28
287 Chapter 287 -: 286 Thorne Patriarch. 2026-10-28
288 Chapter 288 -: 287 An act of war. 2026-10-28
289 Chapter 289 -: 288 A big scheme. 2026-10-28
290 Chapter 290 -: 289 The Summit.[1] 2026-10-28
291 Chapter 291 -: 290 The Summit.[2] 2026-10-28
292 Chapter 292 -: 291 The Summit.[3] 2026-10-28
293 Chapter 293 -: 292 End of seclusion. 2026-10-28
294 Chapter 294 -: 293 Changes.[1] 2026-10-28
295 Chapter 295 -: 294 Changes.[2] 2026-10-28
296 Chapter 296 -: 295 Changes.[3] 2026-10-28
297 Chapter 297 -: 296 Carelessness. 2026-10-28
298 Chapter 298 -: 297 The devil. 2026-10-28
299 Chapter 299 -: 298 Lyra. 2026-10-28
300 Chapter 300 -: 299 Duel.[1] 2026-10-28

Chapter 270: Chapter: 269 First empress in the history.[3]

Following Uriel’s voice, the guards stationed at the entrance moved in perfect unison.

The shafts of their spears slammed against the stone floor with a heavy thud that echoed throughout the enormous plaza.

The sound spread across the gathering like a signal, instantly drawing every gaze toward the palace entrance.

A figure emerged from within the grand corridor. For a brief moment, even the crowd seemed to forget how to breathe.

A gorgeous woman stepped forward.

No.

Gorgeous was far too simple a word.

The woman who appeared carried herself with a presence that transcended ordinary beauty.

She was regal without appearing arrogant, gentle without seeming weak, proud without becoming overbearing, and composed in a manner that inspired confidence simply by looking at her.

Every quality people desired in a ruler seemed to have gathered within a single individual.

Above all else, there was a radiance about her.

It was not the radiance of light, rather, it was the natural brilliance possessed by someone born to stand above others.

She wore an elegant gown woven from crimson and gold, its intricate patterns glimmering beneath the sunlight.

The long sleeves concealed her arms completely while golden embroidery flowed across the fabric like streams of liquid sunlight.

Around her neck rested an elaborate golden collar-necklace that covered much of her throat and shoulders, further enhancing the image of royalty she projected.

In her left hand, she carried a ceremonial sword sheathed within a golden scabbard decorated with precious gems.

Her long ocean-blue hair cascaded behind her back like a flowing waterfall, swaying gently with every step she took.

Beneath her delicate brows rested a pair of calm blue eyes that remained fixed upon the blind Saint standing at the center of the platform.

Cecilia Donaven Evander walked forward with steady steps. There was no nervousness visible upon her face.

The countless eyes observing her seemed unable to affect her in the slightest.

Every movement she made was graceful and measured, befitting the future ruler of the Holy Empire.

The plaza remained silent as she approached.

Eventually, she arrived before Uriel. The Saint remained facing forward, unaware that she had already reached him.

A faint smile almost appeared on Cecilia’s lips.

Then she lightly cleared her throat, the soft sound immediately drew Uriel’s attention.

Realizing she had arrived, he turned toward the crowd once more.

His golden hair shifted behind him as his voice spread throughout the plaza.

”Children of the Goddess.” Uriel extended a hand toward Cecilia, ”here stands your new ruler.”

His voice carried across the city. ”The messenger of the Goddess herself.”

”Cecilia Donaven Evander.”

The reaction was immediate, a deafening roar erupted from the crowd.

Cheers exploded across the plaza with such force that even the banners hanging from nearby buildings seemed to tremble.

Countless citizens shouted her name while others raised their fists into the air. Many believers dropped to their knees while offering prayers of gratitude to the Goddess.

The sound was among the loudest heard throughout the entire ceremony.

The people had already accepted her, in truth, there had never been much doubt.

The moment Saint Uriel publicly declared his support, the outcome had been decided.

Whether nobles approved or not hardly mattered anymore.

Uriel’s influence within the empire had already reached a level where opposing him openly was nearly impossible.

Of course, there had been objections.

Several nobles who supported the First Prince and the remaining royal factions had attempted to resist the decision.

However, their resistance had ended rather quickly.

One day they voiced opposition, the next day they disappeared, nobody knew exactly what had happened.

Even the Church possessed no official explanation, not that it was particularly difficult to guess.

Uriel had informed his main body, his main body had informed his mother.

After that, the problem had quietly ceased to exist. The efficiency of the solution was admirable.

With the political obstacles removed, Cecilia’s ascension proceeded without further interruption.

Uriel patiently waited for the cheering to subside before speaking once more.

”Now then.”

His voice echoed clearly throughout the gathering.

”If everyone is ready, I would like to proceed with the coronation ceremony.”

The crowd erupted again. Excitement surged throughout the plaza as anticipation reached its peak.

This was the moment everyone had gathered to witness. This was the moment that would become part of history.

As the cheers continued, another figure emerged from the palace entrance.

An elderly man dressed in pristine priestly robes slowly approached the platform.

His back remained perfectly straight. Each step he took reflected decades of discipline and service to the Church.

In his hands rested a tray covered by a rich red cloth. The object hidden beneath the cloth immediately attracted countless curious gazes.

Meanwhile, Cecilia quietly moved toward Uriel’s left side. Before stepping away, she gently touched his arm.

The subtle gesture informed him of her new position.

Otherwise, there was a very real possibility that the blind Saint might accidentally place the crown somewhere entirely inappropriate.

The thought almost made several nearby officials nervous.

The priest eventually arrived before them.

Without speaking a single word, he knelt respectfully and raised the tray.

Although his expression appeared calm, careful observers noticed the slight trembling in his lips and the faint quiver within his eyes.

The old priest was struggling to contain his emotions.

After all, he was participating in an event that would be remembered for generations. History itself was unfolding before him.

Uriel inclined his head slightly before turning toward Cecilia.

His expression became solemn.

”Cecilia Donaven Evander.”

His voice rang across the plaza.

”Do you swear to protect the Empire with your life?”

”I swear.”

”Do you swear to remain faithful to the laws and traditions of this nation?”

”I swear.”

Again, her response was unwavering.

”Do you swear before the Goddess herself that you shall never betray this Empire, regardless of the cost?”

”I swear.”

The final answer echoed throughout the plaza as Uriel nodded slowly, a satisfied smile appeared upon his face.

”You are worthy.”

With those words, he reached toward the tray and removed the crimson cloth.

A collective gasp spread through the crowd. The crown revealed beneath it was magnificent.

It was not overly large or extravagant.

Instead, it possessed an elegant beauty that far surpassed excessive decoration.

Pure gold formed its foundation while numerous diamonds were embedded throughout its structure, each gemstone reflecting sunlight in dazzling patterns.

Countless rays of light danced across the polished surface, causing the crown to sparkle brilliantly before the gathered masses.

”Kneel.”

Without the slightest delay, Cecilia lowered herself onto one knee.

Her ocean-blue hair cascaded over her shoulder as she bowed her head.

She remained perfectly still. Obediently accepting the responsibility being placed upon her.

Uriel raised the crown before the eyes of the entire Empire.

”The fortieth ruler of the Holy Empire.” His voice thundered across the plaza.

”The first Empress in our history.”

”Cecilia Donaven Evander.”

His words resonated like a declaration carried by destiny itself.

”We, the people of the Holy Empire, accept you as our Empress.”

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