The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Chapter 259 : A cure for the abyssal corruption

As the words left Alex’s mouth, silence filled the grand hall.

Every priest, knight, and holy official froze as if time itself had stopped.

The tension in the air was suffocating.

No one could believe what they had just heard from the silver-haired young man standing before the council of the Holy Empire and the king of the human empire Edward evans avaloria himself.

Liana blinked, her expression stunned. For a moment, she wondered if she had misheard him.

’What the hell is wrong with this kid?’ she thought in disbelief.

’He’s about to die, surrounded by Holy Knights, and yet he’s still asking such shameless questions? Has he gone insane?’

Before anyone could react further, another voice bellowed, filled with fury.

"Impudent heretic! You will die a miserable death!"

It was Michael Dawncrest again, his voice echoing throughout the hall of the royal courtroom.

The spell of silence shattered.

The crowd erupted into murmurs, the air thick with divine energy, mana and hostility.

Michael’s face turned crimson with anger, veins bulging on his neck as he pointed at Alex like a judge condemning a sinner.

Meanwhile, Liana’s eyes stayed locked on Alex, unable to tear her gaze away.

Something about the young man’s calm smile unnerved her—he wasn’t trembling, he wasn’t pleading. He was smiling.

’Why is he smiling like that? Why is he so calm when he’s one step away from execution?’

"Liana! What are you doing just standing there? Finish him off!" came the sharp command from Cian Aurelias, seated upon his golden throne.

His voice snapped her out of her daze.

Liana’s expression hardened.

A radiant sword of pure light materialized in her hand, its holy energy illuminating the marble floor beneath her.

"You will find your answer in hell," she said coldly as she raised her blade.

Alex only smiled wider, his silver hair glinting in the holy light.

His gaze was steady, unyielding.

’Why is he still smiling?’ Liana thought again, her irritation rising.

She swung the blade down, the air splitting apart with the force of divine energy.

But just before it reached Alex’s neck—

A massive wave of pressure burst outward, shaking the hall like a quake.

Liana’s eyes widened as her feet slid backward several steps against her will. The radiant blade of light flickered weakly before dispersing.

Everyone’s gaze turned to the space before Alex—

and their breath caught in their throats.

A girl stood there.

Her long golden hair shimmered like sunlight, cascading down her back in silken waves. Her golden eyes radiated divine majesty, calm yet absolute. Her very presence bent the air, her aura soft yet suffocating.

For a brief moment, even the devout priests and knights forgot to breathe.

It was Evelyn.

Her beauty was so ethereal that it seemed unreal—an image of light given form.

The entire cathedral went silent again, not out of fear this time, but awe.

Liana’s heart skipped a beat as she whispered, "Miss Evelyn... what are you doing here? Why are you protecting that heretic?"

Cian Aurelias, usually composed, looked genuinely stunned. He hadn’t expected her to appear here.

And from among the noble seats, a deep, commanding voice roared,

"Eve! Why are you here?"

It was Arthur Williams—Evelyn’s father, his face pale with confusion and dread.

Evelyn turned to face them all. Her golden eyes gleamed with serene confidence as she said,

"I’m here to prevent a friend from dying for a crime he didn’t commit knowingly."

Her voice echoed like a bell, calm yet unshakably firm.

In an instant, dozens of armored soldiers—each bearing the insignia of black and gold—rushed into the hall.

They formed ranks around her, their movements synchronized and precise.

Then, as one, every soldier dropped to one knee.

"We greet the Oracle of the Goddess!" they shouted in unison.

The sound reverberated through the grand cathedral, shocking the onlookers.

Liana clenched her jaw, biting her tongue as jealousy flared within her.

’This bitch... Even though I’m the Saintess, they still give her more respect than me.’

’Just because the Pope announced her as the true Oracle of the Goddess...’

’As if being the Saintess means nothing anymore. I can’t stand her.’

Her smile was forced as she turned her face away, hiding the fury burning behind her eyes.

On the other hand, Cian Aurelias descended slowly from his throne, his robes fluttering with the weight of divine energy.

"Miss Evelyn," he said respectfully, his tone strained. "I’m very sorry, but even if it’s your request, we cannot spare that man’s life. Even if he committed his sin unknowingly, he is now tainted with demonic aura. Allowing him to live would go against the teachings of our Goddess."

The audience murmured in agreement, some nodding solemnly.

But Evelyn’s calm expression didn’t falter. Instead, her gaze sharpened.

"Oh?" she said softly. "So now you claim to know more than I do about what our Goddess wants—and what she doesn’t?"

Cian’s face froze. His words died in his throat.

He knew better than anyone—Evelyn was the only one through whom the Goddess of Light directly conveyed her will.

Originally, that was supposed to be the Saintess’s duty.

But when the Holy Empire offered Evelyn the position of the saintess, she had rejected it without hesitation.

Yet she still served the Goddess selflessly, relaying her divine messages to prevent disasters, dungeon outbreaks, and mass casualties.

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