Only God
Chapter 150 - 129 The Queen’s Scheme

Chapter 150: Chapter 129 The Queen’s Scheme

After seeing off Noen and his party, the deep nightfall had imperceptibly arrived at the abandoned Temple.

The old Priest faced the silent darkness, sitting at the entrance of the abandoned Temple, fiddling with the herbs in his hands as if waiting for something.

After a long while, a sneaky figure passed through the messy shanty area and arrived at the entrance of the abandoned Temple.

The old Priest quickly got up and looked toward the interior of the abandoned Temple.

The figure glanced around before following inside.

Entering the abandoned Temple, the person took off their hood, and the old Priest, with the help of the moonlight, looked at this familiar woman.

"Queen Isis..."

Queen Isis lifted her face, staring at the old Priest with a cold laugh,

"Uncle, you must help me this time."

Undoubtedly, the old Priest and Queen Isis had a significant history.

The Queen’s father had been the High Priest of the Great Temple, and the old Priest was his brother who, due to an accident, had indirectly caused the death of Isis’s father.

For this, he was consumed with guilt, left the Great Temple, shed the robe that symbolized the High Priest of the Great Temple, and came to this abandoned Temple.

"Yes, I will help, in the name of God, I owe your father far too much."

The old Priest muttered somewhat distractedly,

"What would you have me do, Queen Isis?"

"It concerns my husband and his lover Esia."

Queen Isis said indifferently.

The old Priest looked shocked and asked aloud,

"Isis, what do you wish to do to them? Oh God..."

Queen Isis paid no heed to his exclamation but coldly instructed,

"My mad King’s lover is ill, gravely ill, and I wish for him never to recover."

"Do you—you intend to poison him?"

The old Priest asked in shock.

"Isn’t that normal? How many among the Nobles and Ministers wish to eradicate Esia?"

Queen Isis retorted.

"But what exactly will you do? You needn’t have sought me out; you could simply have ordered your Maid..."

"No, I cannot leave any traces."

The old Priest had not finished speaking when Queen Isis interrupted,

"I have learned the Grace given by the Curse God from a mysterious Druid, and I need your assistance in this."

"What do you wish to do?"

"It’s simple, I will find someone to pretend to be a Witch, then she will heal some sick people, and ultimately go to ’cure’ Esia.

And I require you, the old Priest, to vouch for this Witch’s identity."

Queen Isis stared at the old Priest as she spoke,

"Esia will have a few comfortable days, and then the Witch will leave the Palace during that time, so my husband’s lover will die unnoticed."

Hearing Queen Isis’s words, the old Priest felt a chill within his heart, this woman who had a child seemed to have no ounce of maternal tenderness, only exuding a vicious chill.

"I hope you have made your Prophecy, Queen Isis."

The old Priest murmured.

Seeing this, Queen Isis knew that her uncle had agreed to her request.

"I didn’t want it to come to this, uncle. My King is bewitched by his lover. My Maids have heard Oton say several times that he wants to bestow upon Esia the Queen’s position.

I know those delusional sweet nothings should not be taken seriously, but this has affronted my dignity and the authority of the Marriage God. To defend my marriage, I believe the Gods will also forgive my actions."

The old Priest nodded slightly, his body now breaking out in a cold sweat.

Queen Isis smiled, taking something out from her bosom.

"This is a gift for you, my uncle."

The old Priest looked keenly and saw that Queen Isis was holding a scroll made of parchment, its surface slightly yellowed.

"What is this..."

The old Priest took the scroll, asking.

"Open it and see, Uncle, you will definitely be satisfied."

After hearing this, he reached out and gently unfurled the scroll.

"In the beginning,

Heaven and earth parted from darkness.

And so...

God descended upon an era where all things in the world had no name..."

At this point, the old Priest froze, his hand holding the scroll trembling uncontrollably,

"Is this, this... the annals of the Logos people?! Lord, oh Lord..."

He quickly scanned the content in immense shock; to his vast array of knowledge, this was doubtlessly an ancient manuscript of the Logos people.

"How did you get this, how did you get this..."

The old Priest looked at Queen Isis incredulously, having learned bits and pieces about the annals from the former generation of Priests, but he had never imagined that one day a complete "Book of Kings and Prophets" would appear before him.

"That is a secret, my uncle. You only need to know that I am no ordinary person."

Queen Isis, who was born accompanied by omens, said with a smile.

Gazing at the "Book of Kings and Prophets" in his hands, the old Priest couldn’t help but shed tears, his faith gently trembling, shaking his aged heart.

"Queen Isis, I promise you, I swear in the name of God, I promise you."

............

The dream of God.

The Great Angels gathered together, quietly discussing who would pass the trial.

This time, eight Great Angels had let eight mortals begin their trials, some of them not even aware they were already within a trial.

Those who began the trials would each have a dream, wherein they would see a mural about God and the Prophets.

The Great Angels were unable to observe the outside scenes, they could only sense movements through the trials and come to know of those people’s appearances and names.

They convened here, sharing their own Trialists, discussing who exactly would pass the trial.

"Believe me, Angels, my Baird is exceedingly handsome, brave and strategic, he will pass the trial without a doubt, and even become a great Hero," Schiller boasted to the other Great Angels.

The trials of the Angels were drawn randomly, regardless of wealth or status, age or youth, and this time it seemed Schiller was quite fortunate.

Afterward, all the Great Angels looked towards Solamus, the Angel Leader.

Solamus then spoke:

"My Trialist, named Noen, unlike Schiller, is feeble and insignificant, just a Stone Slave; and although I am the Angel Leader, this time, perhaps my luck has always been the worst among us."

It was readily apparent that Solamus didn’t hold much hope for the boy named Noen.

Seeing this, the Great Angels comforted Solamus, that even if success was not to be had this time, one day, his chosen Trialist would pass the trial.

Ironically, although it was Solamus who first proposed the Angels’ trial, of the eight Great Angels, only his Trialists had never passed the trial.

Solamus had once complained about this to God.

And God had only said:

"Solamus,

Perhaps you just need to wait a bit longer, until the days are fulfilled."