Surprisingly, the king and queen—Aurelius and Isidora—didn't so much as flinch.
Their heads remained bowed, their posture unbroken, their silence unnerving.
It was not they who reacted.
It was the s-called 'Supreme Hierophant'.
Serapion raised his head slowly, that ever-serene smile still carved across his lips. His gaze fixed upon Heinz, calm yet unyielding, a priest cloaked in the authority of gods themselves.
"Your Majesty," he began, his voice carrying with startling clarity through the hushed ballroom, "as the head of the Sanctus Regnum Church, I come to deliver truth. King Aurelius and Queen Isidora… are not the parents of Alexandria."
The words struck like a whip.
Florian's breath caught in his throat. Gasps rippled through the crowd, nobles leaning toward each other in frantic whispers.
'What…?' His feet moved before his mind could catch up—he stepped forward, his brows furrowing deeply.
