The fear was not due to a dread of force, but it originated from a suppression at the level of the soul... as if he revered the Emperor and Saint Sith from the bottom of his heart.
What puzzled him was why he also felt this power from the Prince.
Could this power be inherited through bloodlines?
Edmond was perplexed.
Luo Yan did not spend much ti on the Dantes family; they were just one of many pieces he positioned in the Holy City. There were more important matters awaiting him at this funeral.
Not far away, Duke Albert Valencia and Regent King Granville Pot walked over, side by side, holding candles.
Noticing these two suprely noble figures, Edmond was instantly flattered, quickly bowing respectfully.
Granville looked at him and nodded with a smile, returning a noble gesture.
"There's no need for courtesy, Sir Dantes. Prince Colin is the master here; I'm just attending this funeral as a friend."
After a pause, he smiled and continued in a chatty tone.
"I heard you have a project in the White Dew District recently; is it proceeding smoothly?"
Edmond, flushed with excitent, nearly blew out the Holy Candle with his enthusiastic response.
"Everything is going smoothly, sir... thanks to Prince Colin's care, we haven't encountered any difficulties so far."
"That's good. The successful implentation of this project is a blessing for the citizens of the Holy City." Granville smiled slightly, taking out a business card from his pocket, handing it to Edmond, "Here's my card. If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to contact ."
Edmond hurriedly accepted it with both hands... even though one of his hands was still holding a candle.
Standing before him was the Regent King, an existence beneath only one and above thousands in this Holy City!
At least, that's how the vast majority of citizens perceived him.
Granville smiled and nodded, as if he had done a trivial thing, then turned his attention to Prince Colin, retracting his gentle smile and showing a concerned expression.
"Your father's coffin has already been buried under the Saint Clent Cathedral. If he can see from the heavens, he would undoubtedly be comforted by what you've done for him today."
After Granville finished speaking, Duke Albert Valencia added in a comforting tone.
"I hope you aren't too saddened. I'm sure your father would wish the sa."
Luo Yan nodded in gratitude to the two, speaking softly.
"Thank you, I feel much better... To , this is not only fulfilling my father's wish but also fulfilling a long-held desire of mine."
After pausing, he continued in a solemn tone.
"To repay the Colin family's holand for its kindness, I have decided to announce the establishnt of the Holy Temple Knight Order at this funeral... How do you both feel about this?"
Granville and the Duke of Valencia exchanged a glance, then smiled approvingly at him and nodded.
"Both the Duke and I agree that now is the right ti to announce this news."
"Prince Colin, this benevolent act initiated by you makes you the most qualified to decide the timing. You don't need to consult us; we are your supporters."
There was no need to consult because consultations had already taken place.
Before the start of this funeral, the charter of the Holy Temple Knight Order had been discussed, with all three main factions of the Holy City participating in its formulation... with the Council of Elders holding the greatest interest, or so they believed.
Indeed, the reason why this funeral was delayed until now was largely due to discussions about the charter of the Holy Temple Knight Order.
During Luo Yan's month-long stay in the Holy City, he had hinted more than once in social occasions to the city's nobility that he intended to present the Holy Temple Knight Order as a gift from his father to the Colin family holand.
Seeing the two standing firmly by his side, Luo Yan gave them a grateful smile, then turned his gaze to the plaza in front of Saint Clent Cathedral.
"Please lend so courage and join as I unveil this glorious mont."
Upon hearing this, "Little Dantes" looked excited as if he couldn't wait to offer his blood for that shining ideal.
Granville and Duke Valencia's response was exactly as expected, both smiling and nodding respectfully, completely oblivious to the shadows swaying beneath the Holy Grail relief.
The fla of the Holy Candle flickered, causing their shadows to blend into the silent, spreading corrosion.
"At your service, Your Highness."
"It's an honor for the Valencia Family!"
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