Chapter 41 to the Dirty

“…… Today's domed cathedral seems unusually silent. ”

A purple-robed bishop who looked rather young, about twenty years old, frowned, muttered in a very soft voice, and cautiously pushed open the doors of the cathedral.

The light pouring in from the main entrance and the colored light from the top of the glazed roof are mixed together, illuminating the interior of the domed basilica.

When the gate was opened, the long corridor was still empty.

In a normal day, the knights would have stood in the hollow shield-shaped holes in the walls on either side of the road. It looks like a relief sculpture with a particularly three-dimensional effect.

There are also bishops who are usually reluctant to go into the chapel to pray, leaning against the wall and praying softly, or discussing doctrines with each other, or sitting at the feet of some knight holding a scroll and reading it slowly.

With his status, it was definitely impossible to enter this place at will. He was just an ordinary bishop, neither in charge of the affairs of the party, nor in his own diocese, nor as a clerk, nor as an apologists.

He was only able to get here because he, Charles, was just a student of Guderian.

Although he is stupid and stupid, he does not know the world, and his only merit is that he respects his teachers and is religious. According to Guderian's assessment, his talent as a priest is more than enough, but if he is a bishop, his ability is obviously not able to keep up.

However, he was fortunate in that he completely believed in his teacher Guderian. When Guderian converted to Roland, he was the first student to express his willingness to follow Guderian.

At that time, Yves Saint Laurent had not yet performed miracles, and news of the fall of Tyre had not even spread. He remembers that at that time many people expressed considerable dissatisfaction with Guderian's fickleness and hypocrisy and left him.

At first, they only gathered together and tried to threaten the collective opinion to coerce Guderian to change his decision. After that, Tyre's devotion began to leave Guderian intermittently, until finally only a few people remained in the classroom of hundreds of people.

Months had passed, and Charles had largely forgotten what had happened. The only thing he remembered was the look in the eyes of his respected teacher when the once well-behaved and intelligent students abandoned Guderian one by one.

It was an incomparably calm look, and there was not the slightest madness in his eyes, only a hint of pity.

Charles could tell from the clear look in his eyes that Guderian was not a cultist, nor was he a loser as his brothers ridiculed.

The teacher was right - inexplicably, such a thought appeared in his heart. Ignoring the ridicule of others, he just relied on the impression in his heart and chose to follow Guderian with great determination.

From that moment on, Charles decided that he would follow Guderian until his death.

Charles had always been a contented man, and he had even planned that he would never leave Guderian even if he believed in Roland and never lost his former glory and wealth. Even if there is only one bite of black bread mixed with sawdust and only a glass of water every day, it is still the peaceful and happy life he wants.

Ironically, at a time when the seven miracles of Saint Laurent were revealed and his sanctity was revealed, Guderian's status as supreme bishop increased rather than decreased. Overnight, he became the third-highest ranking person in the entire Holy Laurent Empire.

For a while, many of the people who had left before apologized to Guderian with an extremely humble attitude, asking Guderian to become their teacher again and teach them Roland's commandments. If Charles had given him the choice, he would not have spared the traitors - but in the end Guderian graciously agreed to their request.

However, Charles understands that what is past is the past. What was destroyed can't be restored no matter what.

From then on, Charles, who was neither talented nor intelligent enough, unwittingly became Guderian's favorite student. Not only became a bishop at the age of twenty-eight.

Despite being the lowest-ranking purple cardinal, he was content enough.

In the last few days, Guderian has begun to introduce some of the people he knows to the Charles. At less serious gatherings, he would take Charles with him, and began to teach him how to behave in the world very seriously, and gave him the status of a deputy secretary, so that he could enter the Dome Cathedral and come to him at any time.

Every day after sunrise, Charles would come to the Dome Cathedral to study books and learn from Guderian the teachings of Saint Laurent's commandments. Five days have passed since then.

But there has never been a day when the domed cathedral has become so empty.

…… It's like everyone inside is dead.

As soon as such a thought appeared, Charles was immediately startled. He quickly shook his head to dispel this irreverent thought.

It's a holy place, a place where Yves Saint Laurent performs miracles. There is probably no place in this world that is more sacred than this.

If something happens here, it is not impossible for the faith of Saint Laurent to collapse completely.

Well, there is only one answer left.

"Isn't it a special day?"

Charles tilted his head and decided to ask the teacher first. After all, he is stupid and slow, and it would not be good if he accidentally committed some taboos.

But as he walked all the way towards the Papal Hall, he always had a bad feeling slowly emerging in his heart. A strange sense of disobedience made him stop abruptly in front of the Papal Chamber, and the right hand he was in suddenly stopped.

Charles's pupils narrowed instantly.

He realized where he felt the disobedience.

That's the smell of the air.

Today, the incense that floats in the air is not the usual incense...... Rather, it is a smell of decay that resembles that wafts from tombs.

This is an almost impossible situation.

For he knew in his heart that one of the areas that Saint Laurent mastered was purity. The place of worship of Saint Laurent is not spotless, but it does not smell of corruption.

But even though he realized that something was wrong, Charles gritted his teeth and decided to push open the door of the Papal Chamber.

The next moment, his body froze slightly in place.

Then he didn't hesitate, turned around and ran!

The reason was simple - he saw Duoduo's head being placed at the long table in the Papal Chamber, and he looked at him with an angry expression. And an unknown silver-headed middle-aged man who gave people a great sense of crisis sat in the seat of Saint Laurent, heard the voice, and raised his head with some doubts.

Although Charles understood that it was absolutely impossible to kill a Necronomicon with a minor wound of this magnitude...... But the real problem is that it at least shows that this middle-aged man's fighting power is superior to Cardinal Toto.

That's scary enough. For Charles, those powerhouses above gold are simply legendary figures, and it is a completely different world from him who has just advanced to bronze.

Thinking of the emptiness of the domed cathedral, a sense of fear bordering on despair came over Charles.

No, you have to find a teacher!

Find the teacher, let him rule His Majesty Saint Laurent, and come back immediately!

Before he could leave the temple, however, Charles stopped walking.

His body trembled, and his fingers twitched uncontrollably.

That's because he is extremely familiar with this "thing" in front of him.

I say "thing" because, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like any known living thing.

There was only a translucent hollow in his heart, and the dried dark red blood stained the red robe a strange color. By human standards, he would have died countless times, but to be able to stand here in good standing is undoubtedly the most filthy thing that violates the commandments of Saint Laurent.

But even so, Charles would never mistake the man.

“…… Teacher......? ”

He confirmed in a voice trembling to the point of choking.

"I'm sorry, Charles."

The man turned slowly and whispered in a voice that was as flat as a machine, "I don't want this. ”

His eyes were emotionless and gray. (To be continued.) )