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He has learned to live with doubt.
Although there were many people close to him and worried about him in the trial court and in the audience, they were only a small number and could not withstand the storm of public opinion.
"Loren, do you know why you are standing here today? The three-week deadline has passed, and we still cannot predict the progress and failure rate of this seventh-order shadow world. As the first person responsible for the accident that may cause a major disaster, how will you be held accountable for your actions?"
At the trial seat, one of the judges, the Minister of Justice of the Kingdom of Hutton, Duke Akares, spoke seriously.
As the head of the Hutton Kingdom's Security Bureau, he even had to suspect that Loren might be colluding with the overseas Resurrection Church organization.
Because recently, more and more evidence has proven that Duke Milaya has an inseparable connection with the Bishop of the Night, and before Duke Milaya disappeared, he had a close personal relationship with Loren.
If Duke Milaya is really the Night Bishop of the Church of Resurrection, it is hard to believe that Loren doesn't know about it.
Loren's throat seemed to be blocked by something.
"Dear judges, I... I am well aware of my responsibility, but please allow me to explain... I am well aware of the personal abilities of Ranch Wilford, a student. He has a unique ability in the shadow world. As early as recently, Defeated the Saint of Destruction a year ago..."
He remained calm and discussed his thoughts,
"But I promise that if any accident is really caused by Lan Qi, as his teacher, I also failed to restrain him due to negligence in my duties. Everything will be my responsibility."
Just as Loren answered, a light lit up on one side of the Tribunal, and a crystal ball-shaped magic device began to rotate, reflecting the last scene left in the Shadow World three weeks ago.
The record projection of Magical Engineering allows everyone to clearly see the final situation of the shadow world that they currently know.
"The biggest problem now is that if the Shadow World fails midway, it does not necessarily have to wait until the end of the expected forty-five days to fail to meet the success conditions and trigger a natural disaster. In these three weeks, every day may suddenly cause a seventh-level shadow. A natural disaster occurs due to the failure of the world, Loren, can you really bear this responsibility?"
Duke Akares asked.
Now not only Loren, who is in the same camp as Loren, or many senior officials of the Hutton Kingdom are under the same huge pressure from the outside world.
The citizens in the audience held their breath and exchanged glances from time to time. Their expressions changed from doubt to thinking, and from thinking to confusion.
"I am always ready to do my best to make up for any mistakes, and I will not evade any responsibility."
Loren's voice echoed in the hall, and every word he spoke seemed to be fighting against fate.
In this hearing, which was both a trial and a defense, every word such as truth, responsibility, and redemption became extremely heavy.
As the sun fully rose, the hearing held in the early morning finally came to an end.
When the hearing came to an end for the first time, everything fell silent again.
Loren slowly walked down the hearing stage. At this moment, he looked more tired than after fighting the Cardinal, as if he was numb.
Even the Ice Witch, who was disguised as a citizen in the audience, couldn't help but feel sorry for Loren.
These days, she has been staying at the Temple of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in Icerita, and she and Loren never looked up or down.
She couldn't bear to put any more pressure on Loren.
Even though she was worried about Hyperion every day these days, the thought of her missing Ice Witch in the seventh-order shadow world made her toss and turn, and she was so worried that she couldn't sleep.
But at the moment, she just felt that this guy looked too honest and pitiful.
No matter how the powerful people made things difficult for him, he was trying to find a way to carry it all by himself and convince the world with his sincerity.
Totally a good old guy.
wrong.
The Ice Witch frowned.
The manipulation of people's hearts in the Northern Continent and the crazy last words to destroy the Holy Son have already revealed the flaws in Loren's plan.
If you think about it carefully, if Loren is really the mastermind behind the scenes, his ability to endure humiliation and his flawless acting skills are completely in line with his overall view.
Assuming... all this is what Loren expected, and he knows that everything will be reversed in the future, then...
The Ice Witch couldn't help feeling a chill on her back and hugged herself.
Chapter 588 Changes in Hyperion’s Dream
Meanwhile on the other side.
"Ok?"
Hyperion made a confused sound.
She seemed to have had a very long dream.
She dreamed that she was brought into a seventh-level shadow world by Lan Qi. She became a demon princess and was protected by a ninth-level demon while being locked up in the Demon King's Palace. She finally saw Lan Qi, and it seemed that something had happened again. Something happened that suddenly woke her up.
When she woke up, she found herself in the royal capital of Icerita.
Today should be a good day, you can tell just by looking out the window.
The scenery of Ikerita is still so antique. Under the clear sky, you can see a blue and bright color outside the glass window. In the spring, the sunshine makes her skin feel warm.
She herself was standing under the majestic dome of the Cathedral of Icerite.
Statues and murals of gods seem to descend from the sky, silently gazing down below.
There is a holy atmosphere in the air inside the church. Each piece of ancient-style decoration is a witness of time. It complements the pure white and light gold flowers along the walls and arches, and together they weave a dreamlike long scene. Gallery scroll.
At this moment, she was wearing a dress of a style she would never wear normally, and she was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands.
This thin skirt is made of the purest white as its main tone. The fabric is light and gorgeous, and it is covered with fine lace and pearl decorations. The skirt spreads out gently, slowly floating on the carpet like light clouds.
Looking at the frescoed glass at the entrance of the church, she saw in the faint reflection that her hair was braided into a dignified bun and inserted into the most treasured hair accessories of the Duke of Aransal's family.
"Can't you get sleepy at this time?"
A familiar voice came.
Hyperion looked in astonishment, and saw a man in extremely formal attire, with an expression that made people feel that he was not far away.
"Father?"
Hyperion held Duke Milaya's arm and stared at his figure.
He is incredibly handsome with black hair and black eyes.
It seemed like he had just walked into this church with him.
Wait, isn't Duke Milaya missing? And didn't her best friend Lan Qi make an appointment with her to help her get her father back?
Hyperion shook her head in confusion, unable to remember which day she had this dream.
Sometimes the impression of a dream is so deep that people can't tell whether it is a memory of a real experience or a trace left in a dream one night.
When Huberian was stunned, she looked towards the front row of the church unconsciously.
She saw a silver-haired woman.
The woman was also wearing formal attire today. After meeting her eyes, she smiled and raised her hand.
Huberly's eyes were a little sore at this moment.
Sure enough, it was a dream.
The mother in reality did not abandon her at all.
"Huberlian!"
Ifatia, who was sitting on a bench in the church, waved to Hyperion, as if cheering her on for the important events in her life.
Thalia sat next to Epatia, eating a small cake without any distractions, and raised her head and waved to her.
Hyperion didn't know why Epatia reacted like this at the moment, and she didn't know why she saw her father and mother at home every day, but it seemed like she hadn't seen them for many years.
She suddenly didn't dare to talk to them anymore, fearing that she wouldn't be able to distinguish between dreams and reality, and it would suddenly turn into a nightmare, causing her to lose this intense yet stable happiness again.
Not only that, the church was filled with Icerite friends she had known since childhood. They all looked at her with sincere, cordial and friendly looks, and seemed to have no grudge against her.
It was so beautiful that she almost forgot about everything.
The bouquet in her hand trembled. It was obviously very light, but she couldn't hold it firmly, as if she didn't dare to accept the happiness.
However, right now.
Hyperion seems to have finally realized an essential problem——
Why is she in the Church of Icerita today?
She turned around suddenly and looked towards the end of the church.
On that side.
The cross in the center and the various light and shadow images of gods on the towering walls, and the colorful glass windows refract the sunlight into countless mottled light spots, which lightly sprinkle on the white-gold petals.
A figure stood under the cross, with her all-too-familiar gentle smile on her lips.
The white-gold flowers became more vivid and sparkling under the breeze, exuding an elegant and charming fragrance, and he was standing at the end of those flowers.
Hyperion felt like she had lost all ability to think at this moment.
Yesterday, I was thinking over and over in my mind about the wedding vows I had prepared for today, fearing that at the critical moment I would forget what I was thinking, or lose my usual dignified princess demeanor.
As a result, when I was walking into the church with my father, I was so nervous that I almost forgot where I was, what I was going to say, and what day it was.
Hyperion tried to calm her emotional state with her breathing, but it was of no use, her body seemed out of control.
Only by gazing at the radiant figure not far away could she truly settle down.
Hyperion's inner tension began to ease.
She took a deep breath and prepared for the most important moment.
Follow Duke Milaya and walk forward until you stop in front of Lan Qi.
"I wish you happiness in your future life. God has guided you together, and your unique destiny will never be separated."
Milaya carefully handed her daughter's hand to Lan Qi, full of deep trust, and blessed her with his majestic and gentle voice.
Hyperion's hands were trembling slightly. In the solemnity of the Icerite Cathedral, her and Lanci's fingertips touched, as if conveying a silent oath.
She looked at Lan Qi, wondering if this was a fantasy imagined in her mind or if it was really him.
In the soft melody of the harp, the two people's eyes met, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.
The sunshine in the church fell on them, and the golden wings seemed like the blessing of the goddess of fate.
Lan Qi leaned forward slightly, and Hyperion felt that he was getting closer and closer, and she could feel the other person's heartbeat.