"Brother King, Sister King, I've brought back Commander Gareth's remains. Why are you trembling?"
The banquet hall falls utterly silent.
Nobody knows that the kingdom's greatest holy knight, who held back the Abyssal Beast Tide alone and saved the princess, did not die at the hands of monsters.
My dear eldest brother carved out his [Undying Holy Heart] and stole the credit for slaying the demons;
My dear elder sister drained his [Pure White Holy Blood] and posed as a saintess blessed by the gods;
The High Mage stripped off his [Holy Spine Vestment], the Imperial Guard commander stole his [Sword of Judgment], and in the end they abandoned the hollowed-out knight in the wilderness!
And I, a marginal third prince who was supposed to be silenced tonight, only wanted to save my own skin. I casually claimed I'd received a divine revelation, put his remains in a white-and-gold holy coffin, and carried them back to the capital.
I thought I'd just been making things up.
Then I patted the coffin and casually spoke my first fake divine revelation.
The next second, the holy sword at the commander's waist drew itself and shattered both his arms;
The vestment on the High Mage's back rejected him and peeled itself off in front of everyone;
The holy blood my sister had stolen surged out of her body and flowed backward, turning her hair white in a single night before a hundred thousand believers;
And the stolen heart in my eldest brother's chest began to beat violently from a hundred paces away, tore free of his body, and flew back into the holy coffin!
Behind me, the seventh-rank old Pope, fanatically protective of his own, presses his staff into my hands with shining eyes:
"Your Highness, make up whatever you like! Tell me who's a heretic, and I'll go wipe out their whole family tonight!"
