I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

After Duke Flami joined the society, a gentle, magical bell rang, its sound barely gracing everyone's ears.

The Supreme Conference has officially begun.

Rachel, who was in the middle, slowly stood up, ignoring Phil's ugly expression.

"I think everyone has already heard about the reason for calling everyone to participate in the Supreme Meeting."

Regarding the war against the Seferen Empire, opinions differ on which forces to mobilize.

The biggest point of contention was whether or not the Holy Knights of the Church of Light should be deployed.

Phil straightened his chest, supporting his backbone and dignity.

A confident smile played on Rachel's lips as she glanced at Phil:

"As the fourth daughter of the royal family, I speak on behalf of the royal family and believe that foreign wars are not child's play and determine the fate of two countries."

Therefore, it must be led by professional soldiers, and we certainly believe in the strength of the Holy See.

"It's just that our duties are different. It seems the Holy Knights are better at handling internal empire issues and have greater power within the empire."

Her words were laced with sarcasm and utter contempt, and some people in the audience shifted their bodies to hide their laughter.

Rachel briefly explained and sat down, while Phil stood up.

The once gentle, watery look in his eyes had turned to ice because of this blatant provocation; he could be bullied but not humiliated.

Instead, he gave a cold laugh and responded forcefully:

"I need to correct Miss Rachel on one point. Since you yourself have said that you are the fourth daughter of Emperor Lyont, you cannot represent the entire royal family, but only your own thoughts."

The reason you are presiding over this Supreme Council meeting is simply because the Emperor and the princes are busy with other matters.

Rachel, who was not allowed to refute according to the rules, simply smiled leisurely.

Phil looked up, his gaze piercing, yet he was making a death struggle:

"As I said, none of us really know what Emperor Lyonte truly meant."

Therefore, everything must prioritize the empire.

The Holy See of Light is adept at countering the various secret cults entrenched in the Seferon Empire, which naturally benefits it in war and in handling urgent problems.

Otherwise, if an evil will emerges that the Imperial Army cannot handle, how will things end?

I urge everyone to prioritize the overall situation and consider this carefully.

Phil's words were brief, but they were full of implications, subtly signaling a move to salvage the situation.

When it was Mien's turn to stand up, everyone's eyes lit up for a moment.

Because the positions of the first two were very clear, the direction of this meeting was determined by several important forces, including Mien.

And since Mien was the first among them, he naturally set the tone.

Mien slowly spoke: "I agree with Bishop Phil's statement."

The entire audience tensed up, and some even gasped in surprise.

Rachel glanced sideways in surprise, more astonished that she dared not defy her.

Phil also cast an unexpected glance at him.

People immediately looked at Rachel and Phil, and after noticing that they were both quite surprised,

Only then did I realize that Mien's refusal to see guests was for real.

Mien paused, letting his emotions subside before explaining:

"The hidden dangers that Bishop Phil mentioned do exist. When I meticulously interrogated the Severn Empire, I did indeed discover clues about the Life Cult."

They plotted a famous conspiracy against the Cassirer Empire.

Even in war, we must be prepared.

Many people held their breath, staring intently at Mien: Could he really be that brave?

"But," Mien raised his voice, the two words arriving late but surely.

"After conducting detailed research on continental and imperial history at the Academy of Scholars, we arrived at theoretical conclusions."

He took a thick file out of his robe and placed it on the table.

"In past large-scale wars, if there is a large difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves, the less the Papacy's influence is involved, the higher the chance of winning."

I will pass this research on to you all after the meeting.

The soft murmurs rose and fell, and they once again fixed their gazes on Mien, as if asking: So what exactly do you mean?!

Mien deliberately stirred up everyone's frustration and anger before responding, including Rachel and Phil.

This dawdling attitude makes you want to punch him and yell, "You old pedant!"

"Therefore, on behalf of the Academy of Scholars, I express my respect for scholarship and knowledge:"

We are willing to have the Holy Maiden of Light represent the Holy See of Light.

Under my guidance, the two then joined the war effort, in order to avoid and resolve the problems that Bishop Phil was concerned about.

Amidst the uproar, Mien raised his right hand, which emerged from his robe sleeve.

The surrounding magical light gradually gathered in his hand, and the ten small points of light condensed into a large point of light.

"Therefore, this is my choice." Mien then made the first vote:

"The war can be jointly managed by the Imperial Army and the local armies."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ball of light entered the center of the entire obsidian round table.

Swimming within it, inside the round table that resembled an abyss, it gradually lay down on the left side.

Instantly, the people in the audience rose and fell, their expressions varied.

On the one hand, we admire Mien's speech.

I just don't know if it was intentional, or if he really was just an old scholar who was loyal to the country.

On the other hand, they also breathed a sigh of relief at the clarification of the situation.

After all, almost everyone would choose Rachel.

A smug look flashed across Rachel's face as she smiled and poured the ball of light she had condensed into it.

They merged together in the obsidian round table, lying together on the left side.

Phil's face turned pale; he knew very well that all was lost.

However, he still threw the ball of light in his hand to the other side, where he stood on equal footing with Rachel and Phil on the right.

Next up is the first Grand Duke.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he took a deep breath and dropped a point of light into the container.

They joined Rachel's side.

Then he sat back down, his mind focused, no longer able to back down from his move, watching the situation unfold with bated breath.

The next duke, also with a hint of nervousness, projected the light onto the left.

The next one is also...

As the group reached a consensus, the people below gradually overcame their unease and calmly cast their light on the left.

An excited atmosphere began to rise in the hall.

An invisible wave crashed down on Phil, turning his face pale.

It also touched people's hearts, gradually becoming a silent carnival, illuminating everyone's eyes.

But the hall suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Everyone turned to look at the next person to vote: General Sestan.

It is well known that he has always been a member of the Phoenix princeling faction, but recently even Neuer is unsure of his choice.

The aging Lion King focused his gaze on five orbs of light before him, then, without hesitation, abruptly turned them to the left side of the obsidian round table.

In an instant, everyone was thrown up and down by Sestan's movements, and an unstoppable surge of energy swept through the entire space.

There's no suspense anymore.

The enormous orb of light on the left stared at the pitiful, tiny speck of light on the right, like a pack of hyenas eyeing a goat.

This place became a true carnival.

The Cassirer Empire has changed. Rachel leans back with a smile, as if looking down on everyone, for the future will be hers.

The remaining people, like hyenas, tore at the dying Phil.

Eager to demonstrate his loyalty through more decisive actions, he hoped to get a share of the spoils from Rachel.

Phil was ashen-faced, with only his sturdy spine supporting his life.

Amid the noise, someone suddenly exclaimed "Hey!"

Everyone saw that Lucia, as the Holy Maiden of Light, cast her light to the right and stood with Phil.

However, no one paid any attention; some people just smiled.

The light only made Phil's stiff body tremble slightly, bringing him back to some vitality.

All eyes were drawn to the last person.

That was Duke Flammy.

Unlike anyone else, his face showed no trace of joy, but rather a deep and solemn expression.

After pausing for a moment, he also condensed the last ball of light.

Cast your five votes on the left.

Immediately, everyone stood up, their pent-up excitement bursting forth from their eyes.

Rachel stood up and slammed her hand lightly on the table, but it was as heavy as thunder.

"The Supreme Council has reached a consensus! The Imperial Army and the local armies will be fully responsible for the war against the Sestan Empire."

Three days later, we will officially set off!