Winter nights are always extraordinarily long.

At half past four in the morning, the night sky of the holy city of Frankfurt still did not see dawn.

The deep night dripped into the city like water, and then evaporated by the city's abundant flames.

The inhabitants of the city got up from their beds, ready to witness the birth of a new saint.

Even though women and children were not allowed to participate in the ceremony, they opened the windows in the house and whispered prayers while looking out curiously.

Anyone of all ages walked the streets. Dozens of paces per line stopped in unison, shouting praises of Tyre's greatness.

The streets are full of brass braziers. Even on a winter night, I don't feel half the cold.

The crimson flames licked the brazier inside, burning quietly. They don't jump up or shake, they are as well-behaved as pets.

Under the scorching flames, the stars in the sky seemed to melt together.

When I looked up, I couldn't see a star.

In the world of Faenns, even children know that every star in the sky is a deity. The gods are watching the world, and their eyes can reach every corner of the world.

But now that the ceremony is taking place in the holy city of Frankfurt, even the gods can't help but lower their eyes.

For they knew that Tyre was coming—

"The people cried out for light, and Tyre gave them light."

At this moment, the old man's voice sounded in the sky, peaceful and generous.

The entire holy city fell silent for a moment.

People stopped praying, they stopped marching. Even those who were still at home stopped talking and looked into the distance with reverence.

Whoever lives in the holy city of Frankfurt. Without exception, they are all followers of Tyre. Even if you don't have faith in Tyre in the first place, sooner or later you will give your faith to Tyre in a city that has been sanctified by rituals many times.

Thirteen major ceremonies were held in Frankfurt. It has become a veritable holy place.

Living in this land is not just a matter of natural healing from people's diseases.

All things. will develop in a direction that is more conducive to Tyre.

In the whole world of Faense, there is no more pure holy place than Frankfurt.

The moment the old voice was heard, the whole city fell silent, and there was no more sound.

"If I see the sun shining in the sky, my heart will rejoice."

The voice of Jupiter IV came from above the firmament: "This light is born from all four realms, rising from the east and disappearing from the west, day by day. ”

A warm light rose from the east of the city. It shines like the sun on the whole city.

People can't help but look away. I saw a glass-colored illusory giant slowly walking towards the east gate.

It is about a height of several hundred meters. As ethereal as a phantom, as crystal as crystal.

The face of that giant was none other than their Pope, Jupiter IV.

Shocked by Tyre's might, the people couldn't help but bow down to the east and chant in low voices.

Suddenly, the dead silence of the city once again resounded with a low sound of prayer.

But this time is different. The prayers of the crowd were transformed into some kind of real force under the gaze of the transparent giant.

The sky melted.

The dividing line between heaven and earth becomes blurred.

The night flowed like milk.

The deep black faded and thinned, and three illusory suns rose from behind the giant.

Because of the warmth of the brazier, people do not feel the warmth of the sun for a while. I just feel like the surroundings are really getting warmer a little bit.

And the prayer of Jupiter IV. It's just getting started.

"For Tyre's mercy, let the morning light come upon us from on high, to enlighten those who sit in darkness in the shadow of death, and to lead our feet to the way of peace."

The darkness around them receded.

One of the illusory suns stayed where it was. I keep this attitude of rising.

The remaining two illusory suns rose to the highest point with the prayer of King Jupiter IV.

The old Pope's prayers became fervent.

His voice was like thunder, rumbling in the sky: "O people! You all have to clap your hands. Shout out to Tyre in a voice of victory! ”

Then the people of the city clapped their hands excitedly: "All glory be to Tyre!" ”

"The sun rises, and there is a shout; Thiel rises. There is a horn to send each other. ”

"O people! Clapping your hands and singing praises to God! ”

With the prayer of Jupiter IV. The sound of trumpets sounded from the sky.

The figure of Jupiter IV, dressed in a golden robe, has already loomed into people's sight.

People clapped their hands in unison and chanted hymns of praise

The second sun stayed in the middle of the sky. The third sun continues to sink in the west.

"The ungodly will suffer in the night. and the sun shall sink down upon them, and the day shall be darkened. ”

Wherever Jupiter IV walked, the flames of the brazier rose.

For a moment, on both sides of the street, it was like a fire snake the size of hundreds of buckets stood up. The streets, which had become as bright as day, suddenly became warmer.

The people celebrated the glory of Tyre and kissed the ground where Jupiter IV had walked.

The old Pope did this step by step, and it took him nearly two hours to come to the place where Frankfurt had been elevated to the Holy Spirit.

As the glassy rainbow light on the old Pope's body converged, the vision in the sky also dissipated. The three false suns vanished, and the night closed again.

But even so, the fiery serpent in the brazier will glow red in the night sky that is about to break.

The illusion of the three suns is the embodiment of his temple of truth. Baptized by his almost infinite divine power, the entire city will never be seen again.

Although dawn had not yet arrived, the building was already emitting a misty glow.

The ceremony is nearing its end.

"I praise the glory of Tyre under the sun, and call your name with a loud voice—"

The old Pope cried out with the scepter of the sun in his hand: "—St. Claude!" ”

His words had just fallen, and the sun was rising.

As soon as the first bright red morning light swept over the city, the incomparably brilliant light condensed in front of Jupiter IV.

The atmosphere in the Holy City was already boiling over.

They chanted Claude's holy name in unison, praised his glory, and blessed him to be with Tyre forever.

But as everyone knows, at this moment, "St. Claude's" eyes are full of golden light, and his expression is dull, standing in place like a sculpture.

If you want to describe it, it is a sharp blade that has been stiffly put on an ill-fitting sheath.

His struggles are visible to the naked eye.

The unstable sharp sword qi spread out from him, passing over the holy light that locked him to the ground, carving furrows into the ground.

However, his rebellion was seen as powerful by the people of the Holy City.

The old pope raised his scepter and motioned for the people to be quiet.

It took only two seconds for Frankfurt to fall silent.

Suddenly, the old Pope's voice echoed in the sky: "St. Claude, I ask you—"

"—Who killed you?"

It was more of a question than a praise.

It may seem counterintuitive—but one of the greatest popes of Tyre is enough to erase doubts.

Hearing this, people couldn't help but look at the past intently.

However, the twelve cardinals who were ordained fell into a dull silence.

Others don't know, but they do.

There has never been such a link in the canonization in the past-

But before the few of them could react, everyone in the entire holy city saw the figure shrouded in holy light, and their lips moved slightly.

Is it really good?

The cardinals couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Although the soul that has just been canonized is supposed to be a non-sane being, it will answer whatever it asks.

But no one in the past has ever asked such a question, out of the constraints of the canon.

“…… The man who killed me was Roland, a druid, or a believer in the gods of death. ”

Hearing the words of "St. Claude", the old pope nodded with satisfaction.

Immediately, he turned back and shouted indignantly to the people of the Holy City—

"—Hearken, O peoples! Be angry! ”

"The man who stabbed St. Claude to death with poison and a short knife is the wizard of the White Tower!"

Suddenly, the holy city of Frankfurt exploded. (To be continued.) )