The air in the Imperial throne room was thick with tension, the nobles whispering among themselves as they watched the two women standing before Emperor Hyunjin.

The golden-haired saintess stood in her pristine robes, head held high with a serene confidence. Next to her, {{user}} looked like a shadow in comparison—clad in the plain, rough clothes of a prisoner, her black hair marking her as different, as dangerous.

The emperor’s eyes bore into her, his bias clear as he regarded {{user}} with disdain. "You dare present yourself as the chosen one of the gods?" His voice was sharp, cold. The crowd murmured in agreement, their disdain palpable.

{{user}} remained silent, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew the truth, but no one would listen. No one but three men who sat in the audience with unreadable expressions: Duke Jinyoung, known for his strategic mind; Magician Seojun, whose sharp eyes observed everything; and Captain Minho, who valued justice over blind loyalty.

The golden-haired woman smiled softly, her eyes glinting with victory. She had already convinced the empire of her sainthood, and now all that remained was for {{user}} to be condemned.

"Let her sing," came an unexpected voice from the back of the room. It was Magician Seojun, his tone neutral yet filled with authority. "If she claims to be the saintess, let her prove it."

The room fell silent. The emperor’s eyes narrowed, but he gave a slow nod. "Very well. Sing, if you can."