The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 594 - 321 Judgement_2

"You see, look quickly!" the Judge exclaimed with a laugh, "He's turned into the Dark Son, hasn't he?"

"I did this for the sake of justice…"

He raised his hand, deep black flames coiling and converging from his palm, and in an instant, they fell toward the infant.

But at the next moment, they hung suspended in midair.

A man, cloaked in a dark mantle and hooded, grasped the Judge's wrist.

"Your Honor." The man unveiled a flattering smile, rewrapping the silk cloth around the baby, "There's really no need for all this."

"Do you want to turn into the Dark Son too?"

The Judge, vigilant, eyed this unfathomable man, not even realizing when he had gotten so close. A hint of fear crept into his heart as he frowned and said, "Get out of the way, don't interfere with my official duty."

He had never seen this face before.

"You jest," the man was not annoyed and just chuckled, "Since when does the Dark Son exist in this world?"

"That is... it is…"

Pointing at the deformed infant, the Judge's words reached his lips but halted there, unable to speak further. Confused, he widened his eyes and lifted the silk cloth for a look; the baby who had scales all over his face and small eyes moments ago, now appeared normal again,

lying quietly in his mother's arms, his eyes lightly closed, his golden eyelashes trembling slightly as if asleep—just as the mother had claimed, he was a lovely child.

The soul's corruption had been reversed.

He doubted his own eyes, for by all logic, a soul corrupted by contamination was irreversible. This was against all common sense.

"Your Majesty, I've just come out from prison and there's a lot I don't understand."

Still wearing a gracious smile, the man said, "If I've offended you, please forgive me—it was Prince Cersei who sent for me. May I ask if you can take me to their 'true location'? She must not be here."

He drew a bundle of blooming tea from his neckline, its elegant fragrance spreading. The Judge peered closer; it was a tea made with the blossoms of golden kite flowers, a delicacy even the Nobility could not afford.

And the only member of the imperial family who brewed such tea was referred to as the 'Golden Kite Princess,' Her Highness Cersei Milton.

Golden Kite Princess...

True location.

The Judge's look at the man shifted.

This man was right, the Farlor Royal Family was not here—this information was only known internally.

To prevent rebels from assaulting the Holy Presence, the imperial procession here, emblazoned with the symbol of the golden kite, was but a shell, merely a smokescreen. The commoners kneeling by the roadside begging the great Emperor for salvation did not know their venerated object of faith was no longer among them.

The Judge was aware that ever since the death of the Eldest Prince, the internal strife within the Empire had escalated, and this mysterious Magician before him was a provider summoned by the Princess.

This gentleman could not be a heretic from the Esoteric Sect; the Judge could feel the Holy aura brimming from within him.

The man then withdrew an item from his robe, inscribed with the circuit of the golden kite, with divine Magic Power flitting among the runes. It was a signet, an imperial family seal that could not be forged.

The Judge hastily changed his demeanor, revealing a perfect, gentle smile once again, "Your Highness, it is an honor, please follow me…"

He seemed to recall something, turned around, and looked toward the commoner mother and child who had collapsed to the ground, "Madam, it seems there has been some misunderstanding. Of course, we would not forsake any of the children of Radiance. Your child can certainly leave the city, and so can you. Please come with our soldiers."

The mother, biting her lip, stared fixedly at his smiling face. Feeling her child's warm breath, the hint of hatred in her eyes slowly faded. She stood up to follow the Judge's men out of the city, but at that moment, the mysterious man in the hood interrupted her.

"Madam." The man said with a smile, shaking his head, "Please do not leave the city. Remember, you must stay within the city. You must trust me."

Not leave the city?

But the stars were about to fall... staying would mean death.

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The woman was stunned; she looked at the man before her. It was this gentleman who had saved them. From beneath the hood, she saw no malice, only a moisture in her eyes, and eventually, she nodded slowly,

"We understand, I trust you... Thank you... May Radiance bless you. I pray for you, sir."

"That truly is the best encouragement for me," the man smiled.

The Judge did not respond, accustomed to odd-tempered Magicians as he was; he gestured for his men to clear a side path, leading the man out the side gate and through the secretive passage built especially for the imperial family.

This passage did not exist within the known world; it was created a thousand years ago when Farol was founded, under the guidance of the Sage who led the Palace Alchemists. At that time, the Demon Clan had not yet been eradicated; they used the Demon Clan's shadow techniques — without the key, no one could find it, let alone pass through.

Even the Church was unaware.

"Sir." The mother, still holding her child, stood up and watched the man's retreating figure. She felt his sincere benevolence, wiped the tears from her eyes, and finally asked,

"One last question, sir, we've never met, why did you help us?"

"Oh, that's simple," the man said as if it was the most natural thing in the world, "it's simply because you have a child."

"Because of the child..." the mother murmured, "Not to abandon a child… You truly are noble."