The holy city of Frankfurt has lost its former glory.

As the people waited for the news of Jupiter IV's return, the people of the city gradually began to become confused. But there are still people who pray to Tyre every day to bless their Pope for a safe return.

However, it all went bankrupt two days ago.

It was the Holy Spirit they worshipped, the nameless saint St. Mokas who had set the mountain of Mokas on fire with his life and blood nine hundred years ago and killed 4,800 and thirty-two pagans alone. He suddenly appeared as Tyre's spokesman and declared that Jupiter IV was dead, and took back all the rights of the Cardinal in the name of the Holy Spirit who dwelt in the kingdom of Tyre, and he would succeed as the new pope of Tyre, proclaiming himself Moussa III.

Just before people reacted to the onslaught of the bombardment of news. St. Mocas immediately gave the first oracle.

He ordered that all believers and all women of the city, who had not been of Bansa blood for more than three generations, be expelled from the city, and that if they did not, they would be killed.

"Only by sacrificing the blood of Tyre can we attain the glory of the Holy City—" he said fanatically, as he casually killed a pregnant woman with a big belly and set up a simple altar.

Before she could react, the Bansa woman with Tyre's blood in her body was killed by him, along with her unborn child. And a huge elemental laden with light hatched from her corpse.

The altar equipped with the concepts of "young Tyre", "gestation", and "the sun that has not yet risen" produces the effect of bishop-level magic without costing any divine grace. But being illuminated by the warm light, people can only feel chills from their hearts.

At this time, people were just remembering that the unknown saint, named after the mountain range at the time of his death, had been a murderer without blinking. And he lived in an era when Tyre's faith was at its most fanatical.

At that time. The undead have just announced their surrender, and Elcart has been abandoned and locked in a long period of infighting. The war between the gods and the undead has just come to an end, and west of the burned desert of Elcut, the gods have carved up the land that has not been covered in permafrost.

It was a time when the clergy had the highest power. A priest could judge a viscount or even an earl at will, and they could choose any commoner to sacrifice. And there is no sin in them killing people at will. The thirty years before and after that were the darkest period of the Divine Calendar.

Lots of people unite to believe in false gods that don't exist, and try to fight against them. But in the face of the gods, backed by the true gods, their resistance was ridiculously weak. Although Tyre did not receive any sacrifices due to the Wall of Aum, the spirit of the cultists' fanatical and extremely excited during the rituals gave Tyr more pure power. Therefore, he also acquiesced in such behavior.

In order to appease the increasingly frequent riots, it was not until the 119th year of the gods that the gods banned any form of human sacrifice and defined it as a key distinction between evil and good gods.

At that time. Women are considered unclean by foolish people, and only pregnant women are sacred. Children, the elderly, and women were not allowed to bow down in front of Tyre in full view, or they should be summarily executed for desecration of the icon. They can only pray secretly to their idols for protection after the sun sets, and cleanse the idols as atonement before the sun rises.

It was not until 691 A.D., under the call of the goddess of life, Konny, that the women of Bansa achieved relative equality in the religious sense, and it took a full twenty years. People are getting used to the change.

And when people finally saw the true human nature of St. Mocas, who had been worshiped as a hero for 900 years and had become the embodiment of courage and piety in various legends and myths. Fear, remorse, and disgust came flooding in, and the faith of some of the less religious people in Tyre began to crumble.

What makes people feel even more absurd is that it is their cardinal who stands up at this time, that is, the presiding officer of the ceremony of evoking the saint.

What does that mean? They were actually doing it to the saints they had summoned themselves - did they regret that they had performed the ritual? Even the cardinal doesn't know what kind of cruel and foolish murderer he worships? Do even they deny their faith?

So, what is the meaning of one's faith? Is Tyre really as loving and wise as the book says?

Before, believers had never doubted.

And at this time, for the first time, they began to doubt Tyre and the gods.

After the avalanche is generated. It's hard to stop it.

The news of the death of Jupiter IV, the blood splattered in the street by Mr. Saint, who had completely derailed himself from time hundreds of years ago, and the sight of the saint who had just been summoned for less than ten minutes being killed by the cardinals - all this is more absurd than any absurd drama.

Since yesterday, order in the city of St. Frankfurt has slowly begun to crumble.

Some of the thugs who had never been able to enter the city before also mixed in, and the closest place to the sun began to be mixed in with the smell of the sweat of the homeless, the beggars with sharp knives, and the murderers who had never had faith. They walked the streets of a holy city that they would never be allowed to enter. I felt a similar stain. The pleasure of a filthy and innocent girl.

Accompanied by the most chaotic and evil of the group, after Roland broke the wrist of a third man who tried to shred Roland's shirt with a knife, they were rewarded with a warm gift from the innkeeper in exchange for showing a short knife stained with fresh human blood.

"This is Frankfurt?"

Lilia asked for the third time, "This place that is even more sinful and chaotic than the city of wealth is the holy city of Frankfurt?" ”

"Sin and chaos are not synonymous, Miss Lilia."

Gahalad replied casually.

Roland also nodded: "That's it, bear with it again." By the time the cardinals send someone to clean up the scum, the rest of the people won't go crazy. ”

"So, Brother Roland, when exactly are we going to the temple? We've been waiting all day. ”

"No way, the time has not yet come. Even if you wait another week and a half months, you have to wait. Roland replied softly.

"Well, the time has not come...... The chaos here is a bit excessive. ”

Lilia sighed helplessly. Gahalad shrugged his shoulders, Jeno's eyes were full of faint sorrow, and his face was hard and relaxed.

However, no one knows, including Gahalad, that Roland's so-called "time has not come" is not waiting for the chaos to end.

Instead, wait for his ring to randomly come out with a high enough level of unique magic in the Sun Realm- (To be continued.) )