Early morning.

Darkness still looms over the isolated island.

It is said that the high altitude of the Gambis Mountain affected the movement of the celestial phenomena and annoyed the messengers in charge of the celestial phenomena.

The messenger prayed to the Lord God, and the god cut off the top of the high mountain of Gambis and threw it aside, forming the present prison island, which was extremely flat and did not even have a single protrusion.

But the messenger was still angry, and covered the four sides of the island with a black curtain, so that it would not see the light of light for the rest of his life.

But Prison Island is still close to the high mountains of the Gambis.

Therefore, since the formation of the Gilded River, the golden light has broken through the dark curtain set by the messenger, and even so, it still only brings a faint golden light, and the entire Prison Island relies on the ubiquitous oil lamps to survive.

The boy awoke from the darkness, lifted the leather, and in the darkness he was in the light, and familiarly lit the oil lamp in the room.

The boy's name was Nobel Berlier, and his father was the current Pope Jean Berliel.

A descendant of the House of Berlier, Nou began his studies of literature and martial arts when he returned to the Papal Hall seven years ago.

Even in a state of secret protection, Jean Berlier still invited the most honorable papal priest in the Papal States, Pastor, to teach.

Pastor has been a priest since the beginning of the Papal States, and no one knows how many years he existed.

He was like a messenger sent by God, but some say he was cursed by God......

Nou stood in front of the glass mirror, dressed upright, and the burly knight was reflected in the mirror.

A knight will not take off his armor, even if he is in a cage.

Noh walked on the paved streets, flanked by flanked by flaring oil lamps, and across the road there stood a similar manor, like a luxurious cell for different prisoners, cold and uninhabited.

The entire road seems to have only straight roads.

On the right hand side is a neatly arranged manor, on the left hand side is an endless wasteland, two rows of oil lamps resemble the prayer path of the guilty, and the darkness of the sky is like a pillar that overwhelms the backbone.

Danno was a knight.

The people of House Berlier are not frightened by any illusion of nothingness.

The knight will not bend the proud back.

I don't know how long I walked, the huge hanging bell of "Dong Dong Dong" echoed from all sides, and a unique building complex appeared in front of Nuo's eyes in a narrow field of vision.

Is this the end of the street?

Nou stopped.

The spire, the bell tower, the marble sculptures, the strange and bizarre parquet glass windows, this is the ordinary decoration, except for the "round castle" in the middle, with a semi-circle of granite stone upside down on the flat columnar building.

The "Round Castle" is not tall, but it is unusually thick, the flowers on the other side are scattered all over the wasteland, the "oracle" composed of distorted words is pasted on the wall, and the mandala is surrounded by people and placed on the wooden table in front of the "Round Castle".

The red and purple mandala seems to be bleeding, and the golden light is difficult to reach, and the flowers reflected in the orange oil lamp are like cannibal flowers that are feasting on a feast.

Behind the clusters of flowers was shrouded in darkness, and it was a reflection, a reflection that was tall and difficult to look at.

Is that......

"Father, long time no see."

No's right hand held the center of the front brim of the hat and took it off, his right hand hung down, and he straightened up his already upright body, staring at the Pope hidden in the darkness, leaning slightly.

"No, you're as steady as ever."

A heavy voice was heard, and Nou regained his uprightness.

"Father, these are all your teachings."

The boy replied calmly, without a hint of panic.

"I didn't teach you this, steadfastness is the virtue of a keeper, but it is the shackles of a fighter, and your fierceness cannot be hidden because of the world."

Let pass on his own experience, just as his father earnestly advises his son Jackie Chan.

"Thank you Father for your teaching."

Promise respectfully agreed.

"You're smart enough, but after all, you're missing some precipitation, and since you've come to this prison island, you might as well look into your heart under the dark gaze. Any step in the seizure of power takes time, I think you understand. ”

"Yes, Father, follow your teachings."

"You don't seem surprised I'm here."

Jean's figure was still hidden in the darkness, and in the intertwining of light and shadow, only the cluster of mandala flowers oozing blood was illuminated.

"As His Majesty the Pope, my father has a reason for acting."

The young man's face remained calm, like a frozen stone of ice.

A chuckle came from the shadows.

"Keep your head down, crazy boy, do you remember that rainy day?"

The man in the shadows spoke with a hint of tender memory, but was actually full of scars.

Noh lowered his head slightly, staring at the blood-colored mandala.

"I will never forget that bloody night."

Jean's shadow shook a little, and it seemed like he had adjusted his pose.

"That night, on a violent rainy night, you grabbed the stone knife printed with blood, the ugly dean grabbed your shirt with a hideous face, the thin figure, the delicate face, made people feel pity, but it made me feel disgusted and disgusted, you broke free with all your might, he locked hard, you didn't say a word, he yelled, it was really different from the appearance."

Jean paused, as if reminiscing, as if organizing the language.

"You've lost your strength, you've lost your nourishment, your weak body, you've been maddened by the rain, the rain is battering, the wind is roaring, you're angry, you're so ruthless that you're not afraid!"

"You see freedom!"

"You see hope!"

"You stabbed him in the chest with a stone knife you made yourself!!"

"One knife, another knife."

"You've become a crazy child."

"Tell me, No. Buriel, what do the people of House Beriel hate the most?!"

No's fists were already clenched, and his dark blue pupils kept changing, as if he saw red flames gushing out.

"Berliel...... I hate cowards the most! ”

"So, are you a coward?"

"I ...... Never a coward. ”

"My dear child, show me, you will be the one who wants to hold power, you must first let power hold you."

"And then ......"

"Roar it, break it, tear it apart!"

“……”

"Follow your father's teachings."

A sound like iron reverberated through the surrounding space.

The conversation is over.

The shadows disappeared at some point.

Nuo stared at the cluster of flowers quietly, his palm gradually loosened, and the oozing blood dripped down drop by drop, just like the mandala on the table, the color of the blood that was devoured.

……

The streets of return were unusually long, as if under a curse from the gods, and turned into an infinite path of prayer.

Dressed in knight's armor, No's steps slowly began one by one.

I heard that a road with a beginning and an end, the first time you walk it, you will feel infinitely long, when you return the original way, the brain has engraved the distance into your mind, and no matter how long the road is, it is just a reversal of memory, passing in an instant.

But no seems to have lost his brain at the moment.

If you want to hold power, you must first let power hold you......

"Yes, otherwise how can I get close to the truth of the facts, how can I know my poor and humble background?"

No's mouth muttered to himself, and his sloppy gaze gradually focused.

"Are you alright, Mother? You will surely pray for me in heaven with God's blessing......"

No's steps were brisk.

……

The streets were deserted, but the small manor houses on the left hand side were sparsely populated.

Nou moved his muscles slightly, his body was still a little reluctant to bear the heavy armor.

But soon, Noh stopped.

Ahead was a shadowy figure.

Noh took off his helmet and saluted respectfully.

"Dear Earl Minos, I am very presumptuous that I do not know the time of day to greet you."

The burly body of the Count of Minos is revealed under the oil lamp.

He took off his feather hat and returned the same salute.

"Heroic knight, I accept your sincere apologies, and I am glad to meet you in a pleasant afternoon, I wonder if you are?"

Noel dressed properly: "I am Nobel, the Pope's heir. ”

Minos thoughtfully: "No. Burreel...... Let me protect you very well, maybe let you secretly hold an important position, which is in line with his approach, there were more than one or two puppets in the Holy See five years ago. ”

Minos laughed heartily as he spoke, his deep voice driving away the strange atmosphere around him.

Noe didn't reply.

Minos didn't care, and continued his guess: "You are Jean's heir, and you are a hidden tool, presumably it is a certain illegitimate child of Jean, but illegitimate children are not uncommon, and there are countless illegitimate children of the old guys, but you appear on Prison Island, and you are still a strange face." ”

Minos paused, as if to observe No's reaction, but No's resolute face did not change.

"In this case, it must be a matter of your origin, and it involves some ridiculous and unbelievable things, and may even make those stupid parishioners feel incredible, feel that God has been blasphemed, and finally arouse the anger of the people to force the Pope to abdicate and make way for Xian, of course, all this will be achieved under the operation of another behemoth, hehe, the position of the Pope is coveted by countless people......"

Nou still looked the same.

"You don't have to be so calm, my child, you must know my story, I have been calm for half my life, I have trained countless armored knights for the Papal States, and I have never done things myself, but in the end everyone says that I broke the rules......"

"Only when you have the power can you decide the rules, you can't do these things just by being calm, look at your immature little face, pretending to be an adult is a skill, but adults may not be the rule-makers, you should become...... Crazy kid. ”

Nou clenched his fists again, his nails piercing the wound that was beginning to scab over.

"Goodbye, my child, it's a pleasure to get to know you."

Minos put his feather hat back on and passed by No.

"If you want to survive in the Pope's Hall, even a lowly maid must have ruthless means."

Minos's voice drifted coldly from behind him.

"Taught, happy afternoon, Monsieur Earl."

Minos nodded with a smile.

The flowers on the other side of the walk in the corner lit up, like a messenger to hell taking the initiative to greet them.