When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist
Chapter 102 - 100 Aminias

Chapter 102: Chapter 100 Aminias

For some reason, ever since I was told that the Pope Country is the official continuation of the El Empire, rather than a derivative work from the crumbling original of the Divine Ael Empire.

The face of the Beastman envoy changed.

After that, Busak took him to visit the resplendent Pope’s Palace, the orderly Senate, the well-aligned four major legions, and the endless populace.

When he returned to the tent, the first thing he said to Horn was: "I offer you my loyalty and respect, great and supreme Emperor, welcome to your loyal Hidon Kingdom."

Horn’s gaze shifted to Busak, whose face was full of righteousness.

He originally thought that after being influenced by the Pope Country, he had immunity to such matters, but he still underestimated this world.

Horn never imagined they would actually believe Busak’s bragging.

How are people in this world even thinking?

Of course, to be serious, compared to kingdoms of tribes and Beastmen with only forty or fifty people, Horn’s nation of 1,200 is indeed a great empire.

Looking at this Pope Country again, it has elections, a Senate, legions, an Emperor, a Marshal, written law, and unification of church and state.

Except for not having a sea, it perfectly fits the attributes and definition of the El Empire.

 

Much more orthodox than that so-called Divine Ael Empire, completely grasped the spirit of the original work.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, please forgive us for our rudeness," the envoy said deferentially, half-kneeling on the ground.

"Please, please rise." Horn barely maintained his composure, his mouth nearly stretched into a V-shape by the tension.

"We did not know it was your company before, and we apologize for any offense. There is no need to mention the exchange of prisoners; we will return them tomorrow."

No matter the process, at least the result was good.

Horn put on a smile: "That’s really great."

"But we have another request; our King might want to request you to crown her."

"Crown?"

The envoy nodded: "The El Empire has not appeared for a thousand years, causing imposters outside to run rampant. Although we are loyal to the El Empire, we have never been officially crowned, and legal issues remain unresolved, causing constant rebellions."

"Why do you think those outside people are imposters of the El Empire?"

"Hmph, once missionaries came to preach to us, they claimed that the Holy Father, Holy Mother, and Saint Master are a trinity, utterly ridiculous!" the envoy angrily retorted. "The Holy Father, Holy Mother, and Saint Master are three gods; how can they be mixed together?"

Horn seemed to understand a bit.

It seems these Beastmen believe in a thousand-year-old Misera faith, or what might be called the Misera personality heresy.

"They even call the Holy Mother the Holy Tree, even more absurd! Just think about it, the Holy Father cannot impregnate the Holy Mother, then how does she get pregnant? Without pregnancy, where does the Saint Master come from?"

"But the Holy Mother Ask is indeed a tree, only called the All-Thing Tree Mother by the elves..." Armand couldn’t help but inquire.

"Can’t the Holy Father impregnate a tree? Is the Holy appendage so inconvenient?"

Horn found that by just listening to him speak, he had to confirm with the people around him to assure himself that he was hearing what he thought he was hearing.

What kind of wild talk is this?

Does he know what he’s saying?

"You, not only as Emperor but also as the son of Misera, are more orthodox than that so-called Divine Ael Empire."

Horn displayed an expression that was neither taut nor relaxed: "Haha, is, is that so? So, if I crown your King, will you return our people?"

"Returning them is our duty, crowning is just a request," the envoy replied sincerely.

"Understood." Horn nodded in acknowledgment, as in survival, all parties give each other face. Isn’t it just a coronation? It’s not the first time.

No one understands coronations better than Horn.

"Go back and set a time, preferably tomorrow morning; we won’t wait for you too long."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor."

Having bid farewell to the kingdom envoy, Horn wearily returned to the tent, and after instructing Madlan to prepare the coronation ceremony utensils, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the moonlight, the distant mountains echoed with howls, disturbing the sleep of many villagers.

Before dawn, the envoy arrived again, setting the time and place for the coronation with Horn.

The time was at sunrise, the place was this small hill.

However, the conditions changed; the Hidon Kingdom’s contact with New Aier Empire spread quickly across the nine kingdoms.

The kings all wished to receive the Emperor’s coronation.

Thus, Horn had to crown nine kings.

But whether it’s one sheep being driven or two sheep being herded, he was long accustomed to it.

After arranging for the villagers, Horn stood by the Path of Blood and Sweat on the hill, calmly observing the distant mountains.

In the golden-red sunlight, water voles scurried along the path, and a few long-legged waders leisurely picked green snakes from the pools.

The air, tinged with the faint smell of mud and aquatic plants, filled Horn’s nostrils as he let out a long sigh.

He saw beneath the mountains, in the pools amidst the trees and bushes, threads of smoke rising.

"Aminias, Aminias, Idagraminoas."

Melancholy and deep folk songs resonated over the marsh, accompanied by the whistle of flutes and the off-tune notes of lutes.

 

At the ends of the winding paths connecting to the main road, swaying figures began to appear.

Along the path, two burly Beastmen carried a sedan chair with a robust woman seated on it.

This woman wore an apron, bore knife scars from chopping vegetables on her hands, and had the nation’s finest sword, which doubled as the best kitchen knife, at her waist.

Mushadius, who was leading the way, pressed his fingertips against the flute’s holes, playing an off-key melody.

Following him was a square-faced Beastman woman guard accompanying the sedan chair.

The song, self-composed and sung by Her Majesty the Queen, announced her arrival.

After all, Her Majesty the Queen also held roles as court musician, court chef, court coachman, and various other multiple jobs.

Gradually, such teams emerged from the ends of the roads, some with sedan chairs, some even walking on their own.

Among the many kings, the most conspicuous were the Holy Images carved from wood and stuffed with thatch.

Sometimes the King held the Holy Image aloft, other times the ’guard’, often the royal consort, carried it beside the king’s vehicle.

"What’s that?" Looking at the greenish Holy Image, Horn was puzzled.

"I asked, it’s their patron saint, Angel Brother Kong and Angel Brother Meng," Busak whispered.

"Why haven’t I heard of these two angels?"

"Perhaps they were gods they believed in before converting to Misera, such things are quite common among the barbarians," Boned, acting as the ceremonial guide for the coronation, softly replied.

Faced with the classic Half-Beastman visage, blue face and fanged, bearing two pairs of wings when the ’angel’ appeared, Horn couldn’t help but cough slightly.

Beyond the mountains, faint whistles accompanied by lute strings echoed in the swamp’s air.

After the arrival of the "angel" with long legs and Alexithymos, Horn couldn’t help but cover his mouth.

Once this kingdom happens upon the news of New Ael Empire, it’ll soon reach the Nine Countries.

Their kings all hope to be crowned by the Emperor.

So it came to pass that Horn had to crown nine kings.

But one sheep is driven, two sheep are also herded, he was already accustomed to it.

Having regaled the villagers, Horn stood on the hillside by the Path of Blood and Sweat, quietly watching the distant mountains.

In the golden-red sunlight, the water voles scampered back and forth along the path, while a few long-legged wading birds leisurely pulled green snakes from the puddles.

The air, with its light earthy scent and the aroma of aquatic plants, filled Horn’s nostrils, and he let out a long breath.

He saw at the foot of the mountains, among the trees and reeds of the wetlands, plumes of smoke gradually rising.

"Aminias, Aminias, Idagraminoas."

A deep and resonant folk song echoed across the marsh, accompanied by the whistle of flutes and the off-key notes of a lute.

Connecting to the avenue, figures began to emerge from the end of the winding paths, some of whom were carried along with Holy Images of the kings themselves held aloft, sometimes by the king consort dual-tasking as both herald and musician.

When the "Angels" appeared, with their tall-legged "beasts," Horn couldn’t help but cover his mouth to verify if what he was hearing was indeed true.

What on earth were those words of beast and wolf?

Did he know what he was talking about?

"Not only are you the Lord of the Empire, but also the Son of Miseria, more legitimate than those purported Divine Ael Empire pretenders."

Horn’s face wore an expression that was half taut and half smiling: "Haha, is that so? So, you’re saying if I crown your king, you’ll return our people?"

"Returning them is our duty, crowning is just a request," the envoy sincerely replied.

"Understood." Horn nodded in understanding. When dealing with others, respect is mutual, after all. Is it not just a coronation? It’s not the first time.

No one understands coronation better than Horn.

"Go back and set a time, preferably by tomorrow morning, we will not wait long."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

Saying goodbye to the kingdom’s envoy, a weary Horn returned to his tent. After instructing Madlan to prepare the coronation equipment, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the moonlight, a series of howls echoed from the distant mountains, disturbing the slumber of many villagers.

Before the break of dawn, the envoy came again and the time and location of the coronation with Horn were agreed upon.

 

The time was set for sunrise, and the place was this small hillside.

However, the terms changed as the Hidon Kingdom’s contact with the New Aier Empire rapidly spread throughout the Nine Kingdoms.

All the kings hoped to be crowned by the Emperor.

This way, Horn would have to crown nine kings.

But whether one sheep or two, he was already used to herding sheep.

After arranging the villagers, Horn stood at the edge of the Path of Blood and Sweat on the hill, quietly watching the distant mountains.

In the golden-red sunlight, water voles scurried back and forth along the path, while several long-legged wading birds languidly pecked at small green snakes in the puddles.

The air, with a faint earthy and weedy scent, filled Horn’s nostrils, and he took a long breath.

He saw, at the foot of the mountains, smoke slowly rising among the trees and reeds in the marshlands.

"Aminias, Aminias, Idagraminoas."

The ancient, resonant folk song echoed over the swamps, accompanied by the sound of flutes and the off-key notes of lutes.

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