The moment Kelmora kowtowed to Roland, his body shook violently as if struck by lightning.

At a rate visible to the naked eye, he was rapidly aging. The muscles in his body began to atrophy, his skin turned black, and the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, and he endured great pain but did not say a word.

The Pope's prostration to anything other than his own presiding god is elevating him to the same status as his own presiding deity – and this is a grave blasphemy if the prostrations are not addressed to a higher being than his own presiding god.

The Pope is God's spokesman on earth.

The Pope's prostration is almost equivalent to prostrating for his own gods.

The moment Kyrmora knelt down, he began to weaken. And the moment his forehead touched the ground, the poisonous fire from Ra ignited his soul.

The pain of his soul being burned made him almost wail. That is the punishment of the gods for the apostate.

If it weren't for the fact that his divine grace was taken away by Roland at this moment, the divine grace ignited at the same time would have burned him to ashes in an instant.

Even if he doesn't have any divine grace left in his body at the moment, it's just the difference between burning and baking. If you separate his chest at this time, you can see that with his internal organs as the center, large swaths of bones have turned charred black, and the internal organs are corroded little by little by the strong acid dripping from the cracks of the bones. The excellent physique of the Golden Rank made him suffer for a longer time at this moment.

But even after enduring this level of torture, Kyrmora still didn't scream.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans continued to drip down his forehead, clattering to the ground and shattering in half. His face was as pale as paper at the moment, his whole body was constantly trembling, and his bones creaked and let out a mournful sound that could be heard by outsiders.

I'm going to die.

Kyle Mora has no doubt about that.

Not only will I die, but I am afraid that I will not be able to return to the kingdom of God of Ra, and I will only fall into hell. Even if I can return to the kingdom of God. His exploits as the Pope were all for naught at the moment of his prostration.

But even if he had to endure more torture after death, he still did not regret his kneeling just now.

Roland was right...... It was indeed a miracle that Rathanh could not give him, and it was a miracle that no god could give him.

Just as his mother's hand touched his old and wrinkled face, Kylemora remembered......

In the beginning, before I became Ra's pastor, what did I want?

Oh, yes. In the beginning......

"Mother, why do we have no money and have to pay taxes to the lord?"

Eight-year-old Kermola pulled his little head out of the field with great difficulty, and asked his mother, who was sweating profusely under the scorching sun, "Why does the lord eat meat every day without having to work?" ”

Hearing such childish words, the eyes of the ordinary-looking middle-aged woman darkened slightly.

But still smiling, she bowed her head and replied, "Because we are all little people...... We are small people, so we can only do what little people can do, and eat what little people should eat, this is the rule. ”

"That's a bad rule, isn't it? Isn't such a little person a little person a little person all his life! ”

Kylemora replied dissatisfied, puffing out his face.

His mother just smiled helplessly: "So." Kyle Jr. You say, "Which is more valuable, a cow or a chicken?" ”

"Of course cattle are more valuable." Without hesitation, Kylemora replied.

"That's right," the mother nodded, "and why are cattle worth more?" ”

As soon as she asked, little Kylemora was stunned.

He wasn't the kind of child with precocious intelligence, and he was even a little sluggish than his peers.

I thought about it for a long time. He replied hesitantly: "Because...... Can a cow pull a cart? And the cattle are relatively large...... More meat? ”

"Pretty much."

The mother smiled calmly and touched Kyle Mora's head: "Little Kyle." We are chickens, and lords are cows. In any case, chickens can't be sold for the price of cattle. ”

"What if?"

Little Kylemora asked unconvinced: "Sister Kemira told me that there will always be a chance for everything-"

Hearing this, his mother suddenly raised her head and looked at him fixedly.

That look of concentration scared little Kyle.

His first reaction was that he had said something wrong. It made my mother angry.

"So, do you want to be big? Little Kyle? ”

Mother asked solemnly.

Kylemora, who had never seen his mother so serious, was afraid.

"I don't dare......"

He wrinkled his nose aggrievedly, and replied with a whimper: "I don't dare, Mom ......"

But unexpectedly, he felt his mother's warm, rough palm gently caressing his cheek. There was a look of surprise and relief in her eyes.

"Little Kyle, you don't have to be afraid. Whatever you do, mom will support you. ”

She smiled gently and hugged little Kyle tightly in her arms: "Say, do you want to be a big shot?" ”

The long-lost warm embrace made Kylmora stunned.

When he was a young man, his father, a merchant, was killed by Carral's robbers. From the time he can remember, it was his mother who pulled him up.

It wasn't until later that he realized that his mother's smile before was called pride.

Until now, little Kyle was hugged by his mother for the first and last time.

The warmth he couldn't forget.

In that moment, he made up his mind.

At all costs...... Kylemora also wants to be hugged by her mother again.

From then on, he made up his mind: "...... I'm going to be big. ”

"I'm going to be great!"

"I'm going to be big...... Make mom proud and impress! ”

But until his mother died of an epidemic when he was sixteen years old, he did not discover what his true desires were...... I didn't find out what my mother was really expecting.

It was only when he became a priest, bishop, district bishop, archbishop of Ra with the desire to "become a big man no matter what", and then entered the College of Cardinals and became a cardinal, that he finally understood what his mother really expected when he was young.

She didn't expect him to get ahead. She just wanted him to be happy.

However, by the time he realized it, it was too late.

It will never be possible to see my mother again. The only possibility is that after his death, he may be able to see his mother in Ra's kingdom, although there is little chance of it...... After all, his father believed in the God of Contracts.

And today, Kylemora unexpectedly meets his mother.

Not a vision, not a ghost—but a real mother, clothed with the fragrance of red wheat and mint leaves.

The great miracle of summoning the deceased from the dust allowed Kylemora to complete his heart knot for more than eighty years.

Now he has no regrets even if he dies and goes to hell.

But just as his soul was shattered and his will began to melt, he felt a cold, soft hand lightly against his forehead.

"Kylemora, you can't die yet-"

In Roland's soft prayer, a great will that was completely above the God of Contract rushed into his mind along Roland's fingers and ascended along some mysterious connection!

The pain of the burning soul was instantly subsided. Like a cold spring poured into his body, Kylemora's pain was instantly relieved, his soul was healed, and his soul was instantly healed.

A sense of drowsy comfort permeated his psyche and spread to all the mercenaries and priests of the God of Contract around him, centered on his rings.

"Nope! You can't-"

Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear the angry roar of the God of Contracts in his head?

But that has nothing to do with him anymore. Now Kylemora just wants to get a good night's sleep.

Maybe...... When he woke up, he would be able to see his mother again. (To be continued.) )