The Pope looked at Diana, who was biting her lips in front of her, and was silent for a long time, as if she saw the young self many years ago, full of enthusiasm and indignation at the ugliness of the world.

The old man said calmly: "If the truth is as you say, then Byron should indeed be held responsible for his crimes, and there will naturally be the laws of the empire waiting for him in the future, so why should we interfere?"

Diana sneered, "The laws of the empire, the laws have always protected the interests of the powerful, do you naively think that the precepts made by the world will be effective for a prince? Even if he is a fake prince, if we glorious believers who know the truth do not take action at this time, then how can justice be served?"

"For us in the world, to try to put our will above the law and to judge a man according to our own values is also not justice, it is arrogance," the Pope said. ”

The Pope's battered eyes looked at his disciples with pity, "And arrogance is the greatest original sin of mankind." ”

But the fact now is that Byron is guilty, and so is Drakes. Diana no longer wanted to argue with her teacher about metaphysical theology, "We have to do something better than nothing." ”

"In addition, I suspect that the appearance of natural disasters and demons in the arena is also related to Drakes. Diana said.

The Pope picked up the teacup and said slowly, "Byron, you can't move for the time being, but I will not stop your actions against the Inquisition, and I allow you to mobilize all the forces of the Church, including the Holy Knights, to investigate the Inquisition." ”

"You can even confront Drexes face to face, and as long as you have sufficient evidence of the guilt in your hands, I will naturally inform His Majesty the Emperor. ”

Diana lowered her head and said a little stiffly, "Thank you, teacher. ”

After Diana left, the Pope sighed softly, "Am I pushing this kid a little hard? Is it a good choice to go to war with an old friend at this time?"

Thinking of Drakes, the Pope was silent again.

He and Drakes were both seminarians, entered the church together, and were best friends back then, but eventually parted ways and took different paths due to disagreements

But, deep down, the Pope still retains some respect for this friend.

"But maybe it's time to make a break. Innocent stared at the teacup, silently thinking.

Unbeknownst to countless people in the Empire, a civil war between those in power in the Church has quietly begun.

But neither Diana nor the Pope expected that their enemies at the moment were not in the Holy Empire at all.

......

The wind swept up the snow and pulled up a white curtain between heaven and earth.

Bare larches stood on the white earth, like old sentinels in black uniforms, silently watching over the surrounding territory.

In the distance, the gray giants stood the eternal silence, the weathered rocks and hills that had been blown by the wind and snow for thousands of years, and at this moment, the snowflakes clothed them with white armor.

This desolate, majestic, and vast land is the most famous snowfield in the north.

In the wind and snow, two young people were hurrying on their way.

Roland's gaze passed through the not too big wind and snow, and he looked into the distance, thinking of the legendary city in the northernmost part of the continent, "What a magnificent scenery, I don't know what Winterfell looked like in its heyday?"

"In half a month's walk, we'll probably be in Winterfell, but all you're about to see is a pile of ruins. ”

"You've never been back to Winterfell in all eighteen years?" Roland asked curiously.

"No, I don't like nostalgia. ”

Constantine said blandly, "Just as you would never want to go back to the burned monastery in the south to see it." ”

Roland agreed.

The so-called tragedy is the destruction of good things.

And the greatest tragedy is to witness the destruction of the most beautiful and precious things in life, and you are powerless to do anything about it.

Roland had lived in that dark monastery for several years, and he still had some feelings, let alone Winterfell, who accompanied Constantine throughout his wonderful childhood?

Roland could scarcely imagine how intensely depressed and desperate Constantine faced at the age of five at the head of Winterfell, which was on the verge of destruction.

Maybe it's because of this that the young man next to him can sharpen such a cold and indifferent state of mind, right?

After seeing the deepest despair in the world, what else would he fear?

Constantine himself did not know.

He just walked calmly in the wind and snow, stepping on this snowfield, which was once very familiar to him, but now seemed a little strange, without the slightest expression of excitement.

"I'm still a little curious, did you plan everything on your way back to Azero, including the arrival of the Uthers?" Roland asked, puzzled.

"I haven't learned astrology until now, and of course there is no possibility of an unpredictable prophet, everything is just a matter of opportunity. ”

Constantine said: "In my original plan, I tried to contact those forces who were dissatisfied with the Vismal family, reached an agreement with them, and used them to contain the Silver Dragon Family in the future, and at the same time looked for an opportunity to work with Karena and the remnants of the rebels to eliminate the direct forces of the Silver Dragon Family as much as possible, so that the Silver Dragon Family would lose the ability to monopolize Azerolia, so as to obtain the greatest benefits for the Azerotans." ”

"So, even if Rhaegar hadn't informed Caulfield of the mutiny that day, you'd have leaked the news to him when everything was ready, right?" Roland had to admit that from beginning to end, Constantine's layout was so risky that it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a tightrope walk.

Constantine nodded, "There's no way around it, but luckily, things are going a little more smoothly than I thought." ”

"After completing the second step, I can leave, too much, if I choose to continue to stay in Azero, then once my identity is revealed, I am afraid that it will be other dragon knights who appear in Azeroa, maybe it may be an old pervert like Alexander, and the glory is above, it is not a fun thing. ”

"For now, the Youser family is the most suitable partner to work with, the weak have a small appetite, and the same is true of the dragon vein family, it is safer to cooperate with a fox than with a pack of jackals or a lion. ”

"And as long as the Yousel family is still there, the other dragon vein families want to fight Azeroth's idea, and with the lesson of the silver dragon family, they will be correspondingly much more fearful. ”

Constantine said slowly, with his hands in his pockets. "Just leave Azeroa in Rudis' custody for now, I'll get it back one day anyway. ”

"Admire. Thinking about it carefully, even Roland could only say this, and even he could not imagine that the Yousel family, which had a long history and strong heritage, was just a relatively safe client in the eyes of his master.

The snowflakes grew smaller.

This winter snow, which has been falling for more than a day, seems to be finally coming to an end.

The dark clouds that enveloped the entire snowfield slowly dispersed, and the warm sunlight fell from behind the dark clouds, reflecting the two figures on the vast snowfield and the long series of footprints behind them.

Constantine's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the long-lost winter sun, and the light shone on his face that had been blown by the cold wind for most of the day, which was very pleasant.

Suddenly, his eyes caught a pale snowflake in the sun, and the "snowflake" slowly and leisurely swam in the air, refusing to disperse.

Constantine's pupils shrank, and his fingers grasped the hilt of the crystal sword like lightning.

He's seen it, it's not snowflakes, it's flames.

The Flame of Judgment.

Why is there a power in the land of the North that belongs to the Night's Watch of the Inquisition?

Seeing that Constantine looked like he was facing a great enemy, Roland also sensed something, and his face changed slightly.

Their eyes fell on the front at the same time

At the end of the field of vision, beyond the reach of ordinary people's eyes, a figure stands.

It was an old man.

The old man was wearing a plain white robe, the north wind was blowing, and the thin sleeves were fluttering in the wind, as if he was one with the snow between heaven and earth, which seemed to be kind, but it seemed so lonely and... Proud.