â¦Today, getting a newspaper was a nightmare.
Everywhere he went, they were completely sold out.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âNot that I donât understand why.â
Right now, there wasnât a single person in the kingdom who wouldnât want to get their hands on todayâs paper.
This was the kind of event that no one could ignore.
And of course, Ihan had his own reasons.
Not because he was dying for some cheap dopamine rush, but becauseâ
As someone directly involved in this messâ
He needed to see how it was being spun.
This wasnât just damage control.
This was cutting off the entire head of the beast.
ââNo, actually. âBeheadingâ is the more accurate term.â
Rustle.
Ihan flipped through the pages, scanning the headlines.
What he saw was almost admirable in its sheer audacity.
[A Radical Coup? Pope Berhen and Cardinal Dateo Dead.]
[The Extremistsâ CrimesâTheir Plot Against the Academy and Galahad?]
[Royal Family Outraged! âA Reckoning Awaits the Temple!â What Will the Kingdom Do?]
The kingdom had flipped overnight.
Even the phrase âthe entire nation was turned upside downâ wasnât enough to describe it.
For the next few weeks, the entire south would be buzzing.
There wouldnât be a single quiet day.
But even in the filthiest, murkiest watersâ
Flowers still managed to bloom.
Even as the entire nation raged against the Holy Order, one particular figure was being painted as a hero.
[The Bold Decision of Cardinal Michael.]
[A Saint in the Making? Cardinal Michaelâs Unwavering Crusade Against the Heretics!]
[A Holy War or a Massacre?]
[Cardinal Michael, Weeping: âThose I killed were once my mentors, my fathers, my brothers.â]
Cardinal Michael.
A priest well past ninety, yet still sharp and commanding.