Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 2139

"Today, I offer this to the sky. From this moment on, should divine retribution be required, I alone shall bear it."

With these words, Benjamin firmly placed the sacred relic into the brazier before him.

As the relic slid in, a subtle resistance was felt, but his expression remained impassive.

He enveloped the relic with a golden light and, without hesitation, pressed it in. Turning on his heel, he began his descent from the high altar, each step steady and deliberate.

The sky above grew ominously dark with the distant rumblings of thunder.

The courtiers held their breath, watching intently as Benjamin descended.

To their shock, with each step he took, the dark clouds in the sky slowly began to thin, and the thunder receded into the distance.

By the time his foot reached the final step, the storm clouds had entirely dispersed, leaving only the clear, bright sky in their wake.

The courtiers were left dumbstruck, their eyes wide with astonishment. After a long moment of silence, they fell to their knees, crying out in unison, "Long live His Majesty!"

Benjamin stood motionless, his gaze unwavering as the murmurs of the court subsided. With deliberate calmness, he addressed the assembly.

"The absence of the heavenly lightning signifies that the so-called divine will proclaimed by the Royal Advisor is a mere fabrication. Effective immediately, his position is hereby revoked."

Without awaiting any response, he turned and departed, his retinue following in disciplined formation.

As the procession moved away, the courtiers slowly regained their composure, hastily trailing behind.

One glanced toward the Chancellor, his expression one of shame. Benjamin's swift and decisive action had left no opportunity for argument.

His resolute call in asking for the heavenly lightning to strike him, should divine punishment be required, left the official with no chance to offer a death plea.

Had even one person died on the altar today, the proposal to sacrifice Serelith would have been set in stone. Not even the King could have reversed it.

They had believed their scheme to be ruthless, yet the King had proven even more formidable.

"After all, it does not pain them to see someone die, so long as it isn't one of their own."

There was a faint trace of mockery at her lips, but when she looked at Shannon, her eyes were sharp and clear.

"Should it come to that, and you wish to spare Benjamin the burden, I may be of assistance. My price is simple."

Her gaze slowly averted to the soul bell on Shannon's wrist. Her goal had been consistently simple.

Shannon was well aware of what a Ten-Tailed Elythune was capable of. Beings like her rarely meddled in mortal affairs unless there was a deeper reason. The offer, she knew, wasn't made lightly.

Her heart warmed slightly, and instead of refusing outright, she nodded and said softly, "If it truly comes to that, I will come to you for help."

For now, it was merely a ploy to stir public opinion—nothing that required Elowen's intervention.

Shannon could handle this part on her own.