"Convinced?"

The little priest's face was still confused, and his confused eyes looked at the old man with a kind expression in front of him: "Why...... I'm standing here doing nothing, just believing him to help the?"

"Of course not. The archbishop spoke in a relaxed and steady tone, "The person you need help is not Edward Witwood—the person you need help is yourself." ”

"My dear Webber, you are more gifted than all the clergy in the entire Radiant Cross Church, so something ...... Incredible facts, maybe you can understand some meaning from them. The archbishop's expression was quite complicated, and he let out a long sigh: "Have you ever wondered where the doctrine of the Radiant Cross, as well as our Radiant Proverbs, came from?"

"Hundreds of years ago, or even earlier...... A sage whose name is no longer known has come to the heart of the city of Turin and has received the miracle of the Radiant Cross, telling him that there will be a king from the east of the sea, who will accomplish a great deed that no one has done for a thousand years. Of course, the little priest knew the familiar story: "And that king is Levi Marcherus, the founding monarch of the Kingdom of Turin." ”

"Why?"

"Huh?" the little priest was stunned for a moment, "You—what did you say?"

"You look confused—and that's normal, and I can't believe it when I notice it. Then I found a lot of evidence, and then I found something terrible. Though he said this, the old man's expression was calm: "The archbishop who really carried forward the glorious cross in the history of the church and founded the doctrine is not a native of Turin. It's a West Coast immigrant. ”

Then came the harsher truth - the immigrant, who most likely had known His Majesty Levy Marcherus from the beginning, and even had a very close relationship between them. Perhaps, like you and Edward, very close friends. ”

"You—this ...... W-you--em-?!"

"Believe me, I was more shocked than you when I realized all this, everything we believe in may be just a hoax, a preached for hundreds of years. A thousand-year-old deception?It's creepy just to think about!" The old man's gaze showed a hint of nostalgia: "I have suppressed this secret in my heart for a long, long time, and I have never mentioned it to anyone - no one can afford such consequences, and it may even cause the entire kingdom of Turin to collapse overnight!"

"It wasn't until that day, when you, and Edward Witwood, walked into the Glorious Cross that I finally found the answer. The archbishop finally smiled: "I understood when you said that, when I saw that man named Edward Witwood standing there so calmly. ”

"Believe me, I'm not lying—it's all true, I've seen it with my own eyes!" explained the little priest Weber eagerly, "I saw with my own eyes that Edward took his last breath. Then woke up the next morning and it was all ......"

"I believe in you, child, I believe in you - the look in your eyes and your desire to help your friends, and your piety are enough to prove it. The archbishop nodded: "But that's the point, maybe you've felt this way for a long time - but you still feel this powerlessness when you see him in danger again and again, and you can't do anything about it." ”

"Maybe the Radiant Cross is really watching us, maybe not—maybe it's all his arrangement. Probably not. Feeling almost, the old man's bright eyes stared at the little priest: "And what really matters." It was not just how religious the archbishop was, but his belief in Levi Marcherus from beginning to end was that he was the king chosen by the Radiant Cross. ”

That belief transcends all else, and even in a blasphemous tone, it is even possible that his faith has been crossed from radiance. Become Levi Marchelus himself, believe that he is the embodiment of the Radiant Cross!" The archbishop's tone became more and more excited, and even his cheeks trembled slightly: "Faith forges strength—that power gives Levi Marcherus the opportunity to start a kingdom." ”

"So, dear Webb Alexander, do you understand your mission?" asked the archbishop, "you said it." You're a witness to the miracle of the Radiant Cross, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes!" I don't know why, but when he saw the kind old man, the little priest suddenly seemed to understand something.

"Maybe Edward Witwood really has some kind of mission in him, maybe he doesn't -- but all you need to do is believe in him, believe in him unconditionally. The old man gradually calmed down: "Do you know why the Radiant Cross is always sacred and great?"

The little priest did not speak, but shook his head.

This does not need to be stated for those who really know the truth, for the Radiant Cross is synonymous with greatness. The archbishop's eyes narrowed into a slit: "But for those who are still struggling in the world, no matter how many brilliant achievements they have achieved, this is their end - even a king, if he wants to be crowned, must go in here and ask to take the crown that belongs to him!"

"That's why the Radiant Cross is great, and that's why we're great. ”

.................. The headache was splitting, the eyes were gray, the pain was an indescribable sense of powerlessness all over the body, and the chest that was desperately breathing seemed to be burning, constantly tearing at his heart.

Desperately trying to open his eyes, Green Turney found himself lying on a rather extravagant-looking bed, his clothes and bed blanket soaked with sweat.

"It's ...... What the hell is this place?"

Almost as soon as he spoke, a sharp pain in his chest forced Green to lie down on the bed, his bandaged right chest stained red with blood, and the halberd that almost killed him was placed on a table opposite.

"Lord Greene Turn, are you awake?!" a voice full of surprise and excitement suddenly ran over, a rather young-looking squire, "The Radiant Cross is on top - I'm going to tell the other adults!"

"Wait!" Before the squire could run away, Green grabbed him by the arm, "What the hell is going on - how am I here?" and...... How's the battle, the battle going?!"

"Allow me to answer them one by one. The attendant nodded hurriedly: "You killed the captain of the palace guard, but you were also injured by him - His Highness Anson asked us to send you to safety." This is a residence in the aristocratic quarter, temporarily requisitioned by us. There are two centurians guarding the outside, so don't worry, we'll get you to safety as soon as possible, even if there is an enemy. ”

"As for the fighting...... We have stormed the square in front of the palace steps, and I have heard that the Banner Legion has also caught up, but I have not seen any of them, and perhaps they have joined the battle. The squire was also very excited when he said this: "Your plan has succeeded, and now the brothers are in the square to fight the rebels in the final battle!"

"The final battle ......" Greene Turn, who was stunned for a moment, suddenly said, "Quick, let them go and bring my armor and overcoat, and take me out of here at once!"

"Y-What are you going to do?!"

"Go to war!" Green said decisively, and immediately lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

"You can't!" the attendant who saw his posture hurriedly grabbed him: "The doctor said that your injury is very serious, and it is likely to hurt your lungs or something - if you can't recuperate, the rest of your life will be over." ”

"If I can't participate in this last battle, I'd rather be finished now!" Green Turn, who just yelled a few times and felt that his whole body was about to burn, still struggled to his feet: "I must go, I must not fall right here - if you want to die, how can the knight of the Turnn family die in bed?!" (To be continued.) )