"Your Excellency, this is the report we got from our investigation. The villages that have been attacked do have some anomalies, and the villagers have different attitudes, and may have been tempted by demons. ”

About a month later, in St. Peter's Basilica, a paladin hurried into the hall, got down on one knee, and said this to the bishop on the stage.

The bishop was flipping through a Bible on the stage, and when he heard the words, he looked up nonchalantly.

"Send more people to strictly control speech in the villages, and at the same time strengthen the vigilance in other villages. He said softly, "A small sprout, it doesn't have much impact, it's extinguished." ”

The paladin nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked indignantly, "What about ...... As for that mage, are we going to let him keep making waves in God's territory?"

"You don't need to be in a hurry, God has the plan. ”

"But ......"

"Shhhh ”

The paladin seemed unwilling, but the bishop suddenly made a silent gesture and interrupted him. The paladin was stunned for a moment, looking at the bishop carefully, as if he felt ...... The bishop is not quite the same as usual?

The bishop walked slowly down from the stage to the door, looking out into the hallway, his eyes slowly rolling in the sunken sockets.

Outside the hall, the dark night sky was starless and moonless, as quiet as the bottom of a lake in the depths of winter.

"Your Excellency, what's ......?"

"Shhhh The bishop interrupted him again, his backwater-like pupils flashing with a hint of color, "Don't you think the church is unusually quiet tonight?" ”

The paladin felt even stranger.

I don't know why, but the bishop in front of me seems to be ...... Some excitement.

As soon as the word came out of his mind, the paladin felt like he was crazy. Excited? How could it be? The Bishop doesn't have any mood swings for anything. He is like a spokesman sent by God, always speaking only for God, without any subjective emotions of his own, and full of divinity.

Therefore, when some emotion suddenly seemed to flash in the bishop's eyes, the paladin's goosebumps rose, and he felt frightened.

What, what's wrong?

"Your Excellency Bishop......"

"There's nothing for you here, go back. A voice interrupted the paladin again, only this time, it was no longer the bishop standing at the door of the hall who spoke.

The paladin turned in astonishment.

"Grid, Lord Grant......"

I don't know when the door of the confession room was pushed open, and Grant, dressed in a crisp white school robe, slowly walked out of it. He stopped in the middle of the red carpet in the hall, his hands folded, his expression calm, solemn and even a little tired.

At that moment, the paladin suddenly thought of some of the news he had heard these days, and his heart was shocked. So, he nodded hurriedly, turned around, and hurried out of the hall of the church.

Suddenly, only the Bishop and Grant were left in the hall.

"The robe looks like a good fit. The bishop did not look surprised, turned around, and nodded at Grant, his eyes seeming to reveal some approval.

Grant looked at the bishop calmly.

"It's come to this, but you're still pretending to be confused. ”

"I have no pretense, but with a sincere heart, I will teach you all the skills I have learned to pass on God's will to me to you as best I can. ”

"Really, you should understand what I'm here for, right?"

The bishop nodded and said, "This white robe, which His Majesty the First Pope once wore, reminds me of my youth. I had just become a priest at the time, and I was a guardian for a while, watching it pray every day and watching it fall asleep. ”

Hearing this, Grant shook his head, his eyes revealing a bit of sarcasm.

"If you're going to make up something emotional to gain sympathy, move your face a little bit. ”

The bishop did not answer, and the corners of his mouth rose as if it were a smile.

Grant's face suddenly became gloomy.

"What are you laughing at?"

"No, I'm just relieved. "The bishop looked at him lovingly, and said slowly," said the Bishop, "Although it has not been long, you have grown faster than I expected. God will be pleased, too. ”

Grant suddenly clenched his fists: "So...... Did you expect today?"

"Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, God arranged everything. The bishop smiled and said, "Don't worry, Grant, fate is like a play that goes on every day in the Downtown Theater, you just have to go down this road." ”

Hearing this, Grant took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if a sensitive nerve had been repeatedly challenged, and his patience had finally exceeded his limit and the string was broken.

He walked up to the bishop and pulled a dagger from his cuff.

"You taught me all my magic skills, so I won't use it to kill you. He leaned into the bishop's ear and whispered, "And this dagger, I will enshrine it in your favorite ashram later, and I will not wipe the blood off it." ”

The bishop nodded, looking straight ahead, not even glancing at Grant.

"Very well, the murals in that ashram were painted by a master two hundred years ago, and I like it very much. ”

Grant suddenly became angry, and said, "Is that all? You don't plan to resist? Begging for mercy? tearfully expressing guilt about what you've done? or yelling angrily? Tell me you don't regret it at all? You...... You're really not going to do anything?"

"No need, I've done everything I need to do. ”

"Good...... Then you go to hell!"

Finally, Grant couldn't take it anymore and stabbed the dagger into the bishop's chest.

At that moment, the bishop's body shook and fell straight ahead. Grant subconsciously held him up, only to find that the expression on the bishop's face was not painful at all, and even as he had just said—with some relief.

"You ......"

Grant was speechless for a moment.

The bishop's face quickly turned pale, but he had not yet lost consciousness, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"God has laid out our destiny......"

Grant immediately interrupted him.

"All the priests think that you are unreligious, hypocritical and cunning, unscrupulous in pursuit of power, and that you are the murderer of the previous generation of the Pope. As if he had suddenly thought of something, he leaned into the bishop's ear again, and said with a certain pleasure of revenge, "They all hate you." ”

The bishop's expression did not change in the slightest.

"Everything is God's will. ”

The voice was unusually weak, but it was as calm as ever. At that moment, the pleasure on Grant's face disappeared without a trace, and all that was left was a frustration that was stronger than just now.

He suddenly let go of the bishop, involuntarily took a few steps back, and let the bishop fall to the ground. Then, he looked at the bishop with an expression that could even be described as horror, until the other man stopped breathing and his eyes slowly closed.

Then, Grant closed his eyes, revealing a pained and angry expression, and his whole body trembled from the violent mood swings.

“...... You brought it all upon yourself. ”

I don't know how long it was silent, but Grant left this sentence, turned around, and hurried out of the hall like a deserter.

After all, the Bishop was the only one left in the hall.

Blood flowed from his chest, spread down the red robes, and smeared on the red carpet as if there was nothing on it. The night outside the hallway was quiet, and it was a good day to sleep until dawn.