Isador was taking a walk in the garden on his own, not wanting to be accompanied. When he was deep in thought with a letter in his hand, he overheard the maids and the gardeners gossiping. He listened at their fear and concern when the words had spread, about the lies the Holy Nation and the Angelis family had kept hidden.
Aurelia's words received all kinds of reaction, from understanding, anger, disgust, envy, and hatred. It hadn't been a week, and the effect of the news had an immediate effect. Not a single nation dared to protect or support the current Saint, or what the people called the the Fake Saint. Not only that, Nemu's position had rose higher, making himself the most prominent religious figure in Central Neva.
"Your Highness, Crown Prince... His Majestey is looking for you..." Isador's personal maid came and bowed her head.
