Bansa, the holy city of Frankfurt.

The sun had barely risen when the thirteen cardinals of Tyre had gathered.

They sat peacefully in their seats, basking in the morning light and whispering prayers.

On a regular day, they would never go out before the morning prayers. This is a great sin of disrespect.

As a pastor of Tyre, the most important obedience ritual of the day is sunrise and sunset—after morning prayers before going out, and after evening prayers to go to sleep.

But only here, only the domed cathedral in Frankfurt, they would go there at night.

Because this is the closest place to the god of Tyre. This is the sanctuary that Queen Bansa's godfather, Pope Jupiter IV, guards day and night.

For a priest of Tyre, there is nothing more holy.

Even cardinals must not go here on their own, or they will be stripped of their red robes. There is no room for forgiveness.

Tyre's canon, on the other hand, stipulates that there are only thirteen cardinals, representing the month of January to the month of thirteen, which is a sacred number, which cannot be increased or missing, and even the Pope cannot be deposed during his lifetime.

In other words, even a cardinal would be guilty of capital trespassing.

The only forgiveness is that they can be secretly executed and enter the kingdom of Tyre as cardinals, rather than as apostates.

Only if the cardinals had received a secret invitation from the Pope the night before would they be granted access.

They put on their most modest clothes before the sun rises and head out at about two or three o'clock in the morning for the Frankfurt center. Without using any divine blessings, step by step ascended the spiraling staircase in the center of the Holy City, which covers an area of nearly 1,000 square meters. Towards the closest place to the sun.

At the top of this thousand-step spiral staircase, known as the "Baptistery", is Frankfurt's domed cathedral.

Look at it from afar. The entire baptismal seat resembles a narrow champagne glass hundreds of meters high. This kind of height, if it is not maintained by divine power, will inevitably crumble.

But this is where the chosen people of Tyre, their Pope, Jupiter IV, live.

Whenever the sun rises, the sun rises to its highest level, and the sun sets, the top of the champagne glass rises with a dazzling crown. That was the natural glow of Jupiter IV's prayer, and it could be seen from the whole of Frankfurt when he looked up.

-- This is the city that Tyre is looking at.

The people are peaceful and happy, the nobles are humble and courteous, and the knights are just and brave.

They didn't have Su Ze's alchemy technology, nor did they have the enchantment technology of the White Tower, nor did they have Titan's opera and gladiatorial performances. But they still love it and enjoy their peaceful life.

As Jupiter IV said. The so-called life is something that can be complete as long as there is sunlight, earth, and poetry.

This is the holy city of Frankfurt.

There is no holier city than here.

And now. Following the annual Supreme Assembly, the thirteen cardinals gathered again to sit around a round table in the center of the church.

They simply whispered morning prayers and prayed for forgiveness for their nocturnal journey, quietly waiting for the end of Jupiter IV's morning prayers.

A few meters to the south of the round table where they were seated, Jupiter IV knelt on the ground and prayed unhurriedly in the direction of the rising sun.

His beard was white, and he glowed with a misty golden glow that seemed to melt into the light. The body shimmers with a glass-like color.

The morning light fell on him, and it melted and rose into the air like a crown of light.

His voice was old but kind, soothing and peaceful.

“…… Therefore. I will chant my joy again in the crowd. ”

When they heard this, all the cardinals stood together.

At the same time, they extend their right hand and point it to their forehead, and then draw a circle on their chest and press it to the position of their heart. Then he praises at the same time: "All glory be to Tyre." ”

As the prayer ended, the brilliant rainbow halo gradually dissipated. The old Pope's glass-transparent body was transformed back into a substance.

He looked up,

"Sit down. The children. ”

The calm voice of the old pope sounded. As soon as he sat down, the other cardinals sat down with him.

"I'm calling you here today to say a few things."

His voice was slow and deep, but it rang out in the ears of the other thirteen.

"First of all, the priest received news of the death of Cardinal Claude, the preparatory cardinal of His Highness Sivir."

The cardinals did not look surprised. Apparently, they also received this message.

"During his lifetime, he fought for His Majesty Tyre and His Highness Sivir, killing more than 30,000 enemies. When Bishop Huco dies, Claude will inherit the Ring of Slaughter from the Ninth Bishop...... In other words, we can think of it as the death of a cardinal. Believers should be informed that a light burial should be held. ”

The thirteen cardinals were shocked.

The cardinal, who was sitting in eighth place to the Pope's left, stood up and bowed respectfully to the Pope before whispering: "...... With all due respect, this seems a bit inappropriate. His Highness Sivir has already ushered Bishop Claude into the kingdom of God, and then invited him down to re-bury him......

"There is no need to hesitate," the expression on the Pope's face did not change in the slightest, still kind and gentle, "Claude passed away on May 13. He was supposed to enter the kingdom of God under Tyre's crown. Now it's just asking him to come down and preside over his funeral, it's nothing. Moreover, he will be posthumously canonized as a saint, and his statue will be erected in the temple under the crown of Tyre, which will be his glory. ”

"But, His Highness Sivir's side ......"

"I'm going to explain it myself. You have handled the affairs of the priest well, needless to say. ”

The old Pope smiled slightly, and his voice was generous: "The sword is born from the light...... She'll understand. ”

"Yes."

Hearing this, the Eighth Bishop breathed a sigh of relief and sat down again.

"Second thing......"

The old pope's body leaned forward slightly, and the thirteen red-robed bishops suddenly felt a great pressure rushing over their faces.

"Morun, Cassaka, Cell, stand up."

As his words fell, the third, ninth, and thirteenth bishops, who had counted from the left, stood up sweating profusely.

His voice was still as slow and flat as before, but it was full of amazing oppression: "Moren, explain, why did the Knights of the Dawn Shield leave Harburg for the Sin Capital?" ”

“…… That's because I heard Cassaka say that one of our official knights was persecuted there......" the ninth bishop stiffened just by looking directly at the pope, and his voice trembled slightly, "which coincided with the great upheaval there...... So ......"

"Yes, the Celestial Division has found that it is in flames...... It stands to reason that it won't be ......."

The third bishop also turned around, bowed his head and defended in a very low voice.

Instead, the cardinal, who sat at the old Pope's right hand, knelt straight on the ground and said word by word in a voice with a sharp, thick and melodious triple echo: "Cellr is willing to accept all punishments. ”

The old Pope didn't speak, but just closed his eyes, which were already slightly squinted, separated his hands, and took them away from his abdomen and put them on the table.

The silence lasted for about ten seconds before the old Pope whispered in a voice like talking to himself: "The Knights of the Dawn Shield are destroyed, and someone is responsible for this. ”

No one dares to speak at this moment. Even the ten bishops who were seated did not even dare to take a breath of air.

"Okay."

The silence lasted for more than a dozen seconds before the Pope spoke a crisp word.

"Then, Morun, remove the Ring of Killing and give ...... Bishop Cyra. Kasaka, you go back and copy the words of caution twenty times, and make a public review at the Celestial Vision......"

"I beg your pardon ......"

Before the old Pope could finish speaking, he saw Morun trembling and kneeling on the ground, crawling to the old Pope and kissing the tips of his shoes.

"Have mercy on the earth as the morning light shines on the earth, and may the old days ......"

"Morun."

The old Pope just lowered his head and whispered a word with an expressionless face, and Bishop Moren stiffened all over, and his mouth opened but he couldn't make any sound.

"You should know that this is the greatest forgiveness I can give you."

“…… Thank you for your kindness. ”

Bishop Moren stopped talking, but finally lowered his head and whispered in a hoarse voice.

"And Serre," the old Pope looked at the first person to his right with a gentle and kind gaze, "and you go to the City of Sin yourself to defeat the Tree of Suffering, Akama-Lim, and retrieve its Oak Heart. ”

"Yes."

Cell's voice stood up, his voice flat with a cacophony of triple echoes. (To be continued......)

PS: By the way, someone asked me if that branch plot meant a multi-line ending...... So here is a unified explanation,

No.

All the branching plots that have no choice lead to a death ending.

So if you insist on saying it, there are multiple endings...... But only one is TE, and the others are BE ah 233