Cyra opened her mouth and was speechless for a moment.

The cold fear stalk in his throat, and Cyra felt a rare feeling of disgust wrapped around her body.

"Why?"

He blinked in disbelief and asked, "The Khals didn't do anything wrong—whatever the druids did, it didn't matter to them?" ”

"I'm going to ask the gods."

Claudia sneered and shrugged her shoulders: "The reason they gave was that prevention is better than prevention. ”

“…… Check in the bud? Good. Prevention is better than prevention......"

Cyra repeated the word slowly, the corners of her mouth tugging, and she almost laughed.

"In fact, the reasons given by the gods are quite reasonable."

Claudia stared at Cyra with her pure blue pupils, "According to the 'credible' news from Titan's intelligence service, and the personal confirmation of the two gods Connie and Nix...... We can be sure that all members of the South Wind Ring School of Caral are demon believers. ”

In an instant, Cylla's pupils shrank to the limit.

Demons – The last time he heard the word come up as a noun was when he was a teenager at seminary.

It's been a long time since there have been demons in this world. There are quite a few people today who confuse demons with devils, but Cyra is confident that Claudia will not make such a simple and naïve mistake.

"Demon ......? No, wait, how did they confirm that? ”

But after a brief moment of surprise, Cyra immediately realized the problem: "Neither Konnie nor Knicks, either of them have anything to do with truth and true knowledge. ”

"And," Cyra snorted, "when will mortals recognize demons?" If that intelligence unit in Titan can distinguish demons, what else do we clergy do? ”

"Herein lies the problem."

Claudia sighed. He threw a black linen cloak to Cyra: "You put it on first...... Continuing with the topic just now. The two gods declared in Council that the druids' power actually came from the demon gods beneath the walls of Gaia, and that the druids were trying to upend the entire world—"

"And they all believed?"

They can't help but believe it. For they could not cure the plague of Caral in any way - not even the Pope of Koranvo, or the Supreme Bishop of Tyre. ”

“…… Guderian?! ”

Cylla's voice suddenly struck in his throat.

After receiving Claudia's affirmation, Cyra suddenly understood why the gods would go to great lengths to frame Caral.

He was the cardinal of Tyre. He knew more about the gravity of such a thing—what a plague that a god could not remove, he knew very well in his heart.

- It was the shaking of the authority of the gods.

Before he came into contact with the power of his mentor, he also believed wholeheartedly in the greatness and omnipotence of Tyre. This is true of almost all priests and Templars, who may have done some corrupt things, but they also respect the gods.

Because they all know that God is real. Blasphemy is something that only a madman like Mark would do.

That is far more serious than disobedience to the king, and can only lead to death.

And if people know that the gods are not omnipotent, there is a limit to the power of the gods. And when they really saw that fact and came into contact with that fact, the prestige of the gods would collapse in an instant.

By then, Cyra could almost have foreseen the world plunged into unprecedented chaos.

Cultists of all kinds will appear. Doomists and atheists would rise up and spread their fallacies in cities everywhere. All kinds of man-made false gods will also rise up and cut the land as kings.

Wizards and witches will undoubtedly be the most superior beings in this chaotic world—since the gods are degraded and the priests are the swindlers, then they will be the greatest enemies of the gods and will be worshiped as the brave ones who overthrow the old and corrupt rule.

Just thinking about it, Cyra can imagine what a terrible, dark world people will fall into when their faith is broken.

In order to avoid such a catastrophe. The gods need a reason, a target. An enemy.

A reason why divine power is useless, a target that bears all the infamy and sin, gathers the hatred of all those who do not know the truth, an enemy that all believers must concentrate on fighting and have no time to think about.

Sure enough, Claudia continued: "In the decree of the gods, it is mentioned that whether it is the catastrophe of Fararo or this terrible plague that started from Karar and spread rapidly, it is the druids who are behind it. ”

"Even at the meeting. According to the Pope of Koranwo, the reason why the priests of the gods were unable to drive out the plagues was because the druids had stolen their divine power through mysterious profane rituals. The plague can only be lifted if all the druids involved in the profanity ritual are purified. ”

Claudia sighed.

Cylla's hands clenched, her nails almost digging into the flesh.

His face was gloomy. A heavy haze cast over her turquoise pupils.

"Nonsense! There is no such ritual at all! ”

Cyra replied firmly, "If you don't believe in the gods, you can't perform any rituals related to divine powers. Because their souls are completely out of tune with the gods, even if the gods want to inject divine power, they can't do it at all. ”

"Cardinals, however, in general, have no access to divine powers. Naturally, they don't know what the truth is—and those who know the truth have been warned by their own gods not to stir up trouble for the sake of the big picture. If you don't want to be involved in the deception, just keep silent. After all, the final outcome of the meeting has already been decided, and all that is missing is a process. If you can do it as a cardinal, you won't even be able to see it clearly......"

Claudia said as she got up and walked to the door, opened the door, and invited in the old woman who was staring straight at Cyrah.

She said meaningfully to Cyra, "As for what you want to know about the Raven and its inhabitants, you can ask her alone...... I'm going to treat those poor children, so I'm not going to be with you. ”

Meanwhile, Roland and Gahalad have returned to the Dome Cathedral.

And when Roland pushed open the door on the top floor, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Why are you here, Guderian?"

Roland's expression was solemn, and his voice was majestic: "I should have said that no matter what happens, you are not allowed to enter the top floor." ”

"But you also said that you were going to retreat here......"

Guderian lowered his head and said in a low voice as he prayed like an icon of Tyre, which had lost its light.

Roland ignored him. He simply stepped forward on his own, knelt side by side with Guderian, closed his eyes and prayed silently to the icon. Behind Roland, the phantom of the silver armor loomed, staring at Guderian intensely.

After a long period of prayer, Roland spoke slowly: "I don't think the Pope needs a supreme bishop who is against him. ”

Guderian also did not turn his head to look at Roland.

"And I want to...... We may need a pope who does not believe in Tyre. ”

He stared straight at the tarnished icon of Tyre and whispered. (To be continued.) )