Two translucent demons were sitting quietly on the rooftop, watching Gray walk into the church from afar.

Zeda was staring in the direction of the church, expressionless. It's like facing a strong opponent.

A petite figure landed beside them.

It was a girl who wore a bright red dress, looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but wore a cloak and a hood, and her face could not be seen clearly.

"Shall I go?" a sweet voice.

"Go ahead. Zeda whispered, "Stay safe." ”

"It's the first time I've done this kind of mission, but I don't think a second-class angel would dare do anything to me. ”

As she spoke, the girl jumped up lightly and landed in a small alley. Disappear from view.

Tavia gave Zeda a faint look.

......

The interior of Pierce Cathedral is in the same style as the White City Chapel. Of course, it's just that the style is the same, but it actually gives people a sense of it, which is really too bad.

The walls are as full of sculptures as the facades, the same delicate and solemn, the same magnificence. The difference is that the sunlight in the interior does not bring the gradient mottling of the exterior wall, but a shock.

In the huge glass mural, sunlight shines into the room from all sides through transparent glass, and is separated by tinted glass, forming traces of light in the air. Paired with a delicate, solemn and magnificent décor, it is a feeling of miracle.

This is the pomp and circumstance of the kingdom of Isaac second only to the royal power.

Gray was dizzying, and Shelley, who was here for the first time, was no different.

Everywhere came and went all kinds of clergy, walking with light steps, their heads bowed, and silently. It was so quiet that there was not a single sound.

When they met the bishop and Gray, they would reverently draw a cross on their chests and salute them. The bishop would simply draw a cross in return, and Gray would follow the bishop's example.

"Where were you at last night's ball?" asked Catherine in a whisper.

"I felt the darkness last night, so I chased it out. Catherine replied.

"Dark breath, does that mean the demons are already around us?"

"Yes. Generally speaking, though, even when he's around us, I shouldn't feel the aura of darkness, if they choose to steal it. Strong perception is an attribute that only saints have, and I'm just a second-class angel. So, I suspect they're casting a spell on something. ”

"Did you find that?"

"Nope. ”

"It's horrible. "The black cat goosebumps are up.

While Black Cat and Catherine were secretly talking, Gray suddenly noticed that Shelley, who was walking beside him, was missing.

Turning back, he saw Shelley stop at the corner of the staircase, staring blankly at the painting hanging on the wall.

In the painting, a man with a disheveled head is tied to the stake, and a fire has been lit around it. A holy light descended from heaven and shone on his face. In the corner of the picture, a group of people fall to their knees in prayer, while the more crowd is screaming fiercely.

Gray turned and walked towards Shelley, and the Bishop stopped.

Shelley pointed to the painting and whispered, "This should be a painting from more than a thousand years ago, I have seen it in a book." It is about a saint who was executed by a mob. ”

"Ebselde. The bishop who stood on the high place whispered: "He was a devout saint who advocated a radical Reformation, which angered both the commoners and the nobility." The Holy See had no choice but to give up its protection of him. For a while, in order to recover the damage caused by the riots, the clergy were not even allowed to mention his name. It was only centuries later, when the story had faded into oblivion, that the Pope managed to restore his reputation and write his story into the history of the church as a warning to future generations. This painting was ordered by the Pope at that time, and it is genuine. ”

"It's pathetic. Shelley said with a dumb wink.

Gray was shocked, he suddenly thought of something.

"Actually, this is the first time I've heard this story. Dean on the side spread his hands and looked at the bishop: "I didn't expect the Holy Spirit to give up the protection of the Holy Church. ”

"For the Holy Spirit favors the world. The bishop whispered.

"Catherine, may I ask a question of Lord Bishop?" asked Gray in a low voice.

"All the questions you want to ask, just save them for me and ask them. I'll leave for a moment. ”

"Where are you going?"

"I feel the dark again. ”

"Okay. Helplessly, Gray stood on the stairs and stretched out a hand towards Shelley: "Let's go, we'll see later, we can't let the Bishop wait for us." ”

"Hmm. Handing his hand to Gray, Shelley carried the hem of her skirt and followed Gray up the circular staircase.

The bishop looked quietly, his eyes lowered slightly, and said casually: "It doesn't matter, if she is interested, I can send someone to show her around here in a while." Presumably she could learn more about the history of the Holy See. ”

Holding hands, the two followed behind the bishop.

Every now and then, the bishop would quietly glance back at them, and that gaze would fall on their hand.

After a while, they finally came to the balcony on the high ground of the main building of Pierce Cathedral.

It was a balcony enclosed with colorful glass. Through the glass murals, you can see the Lion King's Palace in the distance.

Before they arrived, two chairs and a coffee table were already set up. Water and pastries are placed on the coffee table. There were two waiters on either side.

"You may be seated. With that, the bishop walked over to the chair across from him and sat down. Dean stood respectfully beside the bishop.

Shelley was nothing, and Gray was stunned: "Excuse me, can you prepare a chair for my fiancée, Miss Shelley?" ”

This time it was the bishop's turn to be stunned, and after a while, he could only say embarrassedly: "It's rude." Then he turned sideways and waved his hand. The waiter on the side walked away knowingly.

"Why are you so close all of a sudden?" asked the black cat.

"Didn't you say you couldn't worry her?" asked Gray rhetorically.

"Well, there's progress. The black cat nodded appreciatively.

After a while, the messenger returned with a chair.

At this point, Gray sat down reassuringly. And Shelley sat beside him, holding his hand and smiling.

"Your Excellency, the messenger says you have something to talk to me about. ”

"Oh yes. The bishop smiled awkwardly and said, "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about the 46th verse 12 of the Bible." ”

"Huh?"

......

Only a thin silhouette remained, and Catherine, who was almost completely transparent, spread her wings and flew from house to house.

She kept changing the trajectory of her flight, flying from one alley to another. The people in the alley passed by her, but they didn't feel anything.

For a moment, she hovered in front of a house, looking around, as if disoriented.

"Who is it? Why don't you just show up now that they're all here?" she said, using her senses, to spread a voice around.

"Aren't you going to look for it? Isn't it all like this? Or can't you track my breath?" a voice responded.

"If it weren't for you constantly cutting off the source of the breath, how could I not have found it?"

"You're wrong, I haven't cut off the source of the breath. There's not a moment you shouldn't feel the source of my breath. It's just that you can't grasp the direction. So be it, as long as you admit that you can't find me, I'll come out. ”

"You...... Well, I can't find it. Catherine said helplessly.

"Actually, I'm just waiting for your words. I took the initiative to come out, how domineering it is. ”

Turning her head suddenly, Catherine saw a petite figure already at the end of the alley.

She wore a bright red dress, a black cloak, and a hood, and looked like a little girl who was only thirteen or fourteen years old. On the index finger of the left hand is a ring with a line attached to it, and at the end of the line is a small ball. It looks like a simple toy.

At this moment, she was shaking the toy in her hand.

Catherine's eyes widened slowly.

......

So, in Bible 46:12, it's about the Holy Spirit's favor for the world, and the Holy Spirit sends his most trusted angels to assist the most devout believers in making them paladins and clergy. Because the world is ignorant, they have to wronged themselves and accommodate the world. Everyone who is blessed by the Holy Light has an obligation to do everything in his or her power to convey the Holy Spirit's love for the world to as many people as possible. The bishop said earnestly.

"I see. Gray nodded solemnly.

"Do you understand?" asked the black cat in a low voice.

"I don't understand, I think he speaks a lot worse than Dean. ”

After a pause, the bishop continued: "We hope that our paladins will also uphold the teachings of the Holy Spirit and make it their duty to proclaim the sacred faith. No matter how many difficulties there are, the academic affairs are the most important. I don't know what you think of that?"

......

With a "snap", the spinning ball fell into the palm of your hand. It's game over.

The girl gently removed her hood, and the sun shone on her face.

It was a face that was so delicate that there was no blemish in it, and it had a breathtaking charm. She has long flamboyant hair, fiery red pupils, gently fluttering pointed ears, and a fair complexion like a human. They don't have the wings that most demons have, and they don't have pointed tails.

Blinking a pair of big eyes, the girl showed her tiger teeth and smiled sweetly: "Hello, second-class angel, I'm Vivian, a succubus." ”

"Were you last night?" Catherine raised her guard.

"Yes. Because I was afraid that you would not admit it, I played hide and seek with you twice. ”

"Does that make any sense?"

"Of course it makes sense. We can divide ourselves before we officially become colleagues. ”

"Colleague?" Catherine froze.

"Yes, colleague, I'm the little lich's new guardian demon. Hope we can get along. Oh yes, 'guardian demon' is a word I just invented, and I hope you like it. Essentially, our functions are the same, but the direction of our work is different. ”

"Gray won't agree!" called out Catherine.

"So what? does he want to do something to a demon?" Vivien said with a pair of pitiful eyes, pretending to be aggrieved, "A hundred and fifty-year-old lich can't defeat a two-thousand-year-old demon. Or are you going to tear up the armistice on behalf of Heaven and do it to me?"