In the vast starry sky, a lonely waning moon hung in the sky.

The bustling and brilliant city of Heratim gradually quieted down at the moment, and the faint moonlight sprinkled on the castle-like buildings, empty streets and lifelike sculptures, as if casting a thin layer of silver glow on the sleeping city. Even without the brilliant lights, the city still exudes breathtaking beauty.

The moonlight illuminates the avenue leading to the gates of Heratim, which is lined with white marble beds of abundant flowers, in which statues of all kinds are scattered and erected. Every corner of the city is carefully embellished, and these details reveal the prosperity and richness of Heratium.

Four black horses pulled the luxurious limousine as they galloped along the avenue of the city gate. The heavy sound of horses' hooves echoed in the dark night, like stones falling into a calm lake, stirring up ripples layer upon layer. A white and gilded cross on the side of the limousine is particularly conspicuous, which declares that the ceremonial car is owned by the Holy Church of Cesslia, and the people who can sit in this luxury limousine are either the heavyweights invited by the Holy Church of Cesslia or those who stand at the pinnacle of the Holy Church.

The limousine stops at the end of the street, and through a large white arch you can see the dense array of luxurious buildings inside, the classical castle-like buildings topped by rows of spear-like spires that pierce the night sky, and the snow-white marble façade is carved with various legendary angels and demons, dragons and monsters. Some are roaring to the sky, some are entangled in battle, and some are closing their eyes as if they are praying for something, and the bell tower rises from the ground like a small mountain peak in the center of the complex, and it seems to be able to overlook the whole of Osland. That's why people call this bell tower the "Heavenly Pillar", and the "Heavenly Pillar" of Oslan indicates the faith of the people of Oslan. This is the largest cradle of faith in Helatium, and in the whole of Osland, and the headquarters of the Holy Church of Cesslia.

The middle-aged man in the red robe hurriedly stepped out of the carriage, his cold face revealing imperceptible impatience, and he hurriedly walked towards the majestic and solemn white cathedral in the distance. There was an unexpectedly deep and shrewd light in those tiny eyes. His gaze swept over the top floor of the church, where there was a faint yellowish dim light, like a star in the night sky.

"Red-robed archbishop, Your Excellency the Pope has been waiting for you here for a long time!" said a guard in armor with a spear in hand to the middle-aged man who passed by, and if he hadn't spoken suddenly, he would have mistakenly thought that this sturdy guard was also the work of some high-ranking sculptor in the darkness of the night.

"Okay, I got it. The red-robed archbishop did not stop, and walked straight into the main hall.

In the empty church, the swirling wooden staircase echoes the sound of hurried and clear footsteps. From far to near, and finally stopped at the door of a room on the top floor. There was a faint glow from the hidden red wooden door, and the red-robed archbishop raised his hand and landed lightly on the door, making a crisp "knock" sound.

"Come in!" the magnetic voice followed, and the red-robed archbishop slowly pushed the door open.

It was a small study, with a roof painted as blue as the sea, and the surrounding walls were not overly decorated, except for rows and rows of murals, most of which were also esoteric paintings depicting angels, demons, dragons, and monsters. Beneath the canvas are neatly arranged bookshelves, and ivory-colored silk curtains gently roll around the windows, like clouds floating in the air.

The man in the white robe sat quietly by the window, and in front of him was a delicate pure white desk, and a copper oil lamp in the corner of the table danced with a weak firelight, illuminating the man's handsome and soft face in a trance. He looked intently at the book on the desk, the pages yellowed slightly, but the ancient printed characters were still clearly visible.

"See His Highness the Pope!" said the red-robed archbishop, bending down very respectfully, his tone as calm and soothing as he could.

"What's the matter? I received an urgent report from you, is there something important happening so late?" the white-robed Pope said lightly, slowly turning a page as he spoke, as he seemed to still be nostalgic for the ancient book in front of him, he didn't even look at his subordinates, but raised his eyebrows slightly, "It seems that he is still in a hurry?"

"His Highness the Pope is wise, and something great has indeed happened. The red-robed archbishop struggled to contain his fluctuating emotions and said, "We have traced the whereabouts of the child. ”

"That child? What kind of child is it that makes the red-robed archbishop of the Holy Sect of Cesslia care so much?" The Pope's gaze that stayed on the ancient book suddenly froze, and he raised his head on the ground, and the eyes as sharp as eagle eyes were reflected in the lamplight, which looked particularly abrupt and hideous on his soft face, "You say... Child? Is it that person's child?"

"Yes, it's the woman's child, the child who escaped at the hands of the Pope sixteen years ago. The red-robed archbishop replied with some excitement.

"Is the news reliable?" the Pope retracted his sharp gaze and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something, or reminiscing about the past.

"Reliable, Pope, do you remember the Marquis Mars who you brought down?" asked the red-robed archbishop.

"Of course, I remember that although I defeated him, he eventually ran away. The Pope said with some regret, and at the same time a chill could not help but sink in his soft face under the candlelight.

"We traced the hiding place of the Marquis Mars, and after a thorough investigation, Su Anli, who disappeared at the same time, was also in that city, and she was an old friend of Lady Lina. Lady Lina's exact whereabouts are not yet known, but there is reason to believe that she must be hiding somewhere in the city. The red-robed archbishop eased his excitement and continued, "And her children......."

"Where are they hiding?" the Pope leaned forward slightly, his narrow eyes narrowly contracted.

"Covetan, the harbour city more than 600 kilometers north of here. ”

The Pope opened his deep eyes suddenly, and once again revealed a very discordant hideousness in his soft countenance, "It seems that you still can't escape from the palm of my hand after all!"

The Pope slowly closed the book, the ancient book wrapped in a red sheepskin cover, revealing a simple and vicissitudes of life, and the word "Covenant" was printed on it, which was the text of the Holy Church of Cesslia passed down from generation to generation, proclaiming the purpose of the Holy Religion and guiding the faithful out of suffering. Underneath the word "Covenant" is written in small font "By Moslia Seslia", one of the most holy monarchs in the history of Osland, and the founder and first pope of the Holy Church of Cesslia.

The atmosphere in the attic of the Covitan Casino suddenly became oppressive, and both the Marquis of Creek and Su Anli fell silent, or they didn't know how to speak.

"So you've always known my mother?" The young man's well-defined features flickered in the flickering firelight, his black and white eyes flashed with a complicated look, and his voice was a little hoarse in his gradually rapid breathing.

"Yes!" the proprietress whispered, quietly looking away.

"The encounter in the cemetery is not accidental?" the young man's pupils twitched slightly, and he tried his best to restrain the complex emotions that were churning in his heart at the moment, and he couldn't tell whether it was hatred or grievance, or sadness that was kept in the dark.

"Yes!" Su Anli gently affirmed again.

"Why did you never tell me? You know my mother? I searched hard for a little bit about my mother, but all the clues would be cut off before I knew it, it was all such a coincidence...... You're the ghost, aren't you?" The boy's hoarse voice gradually turned into a low roar, like a lion cub gradually losing its mind, and the roaring voice was mixed with helplessness and pathos.

"Lena doesn't want you to know everything about her, she just wants you to ......" This time it was the gentlemanly Marquis de Creek, but he was interrupted by the boy in the middle of his sentence.

"Why? Why? Why don't you want me to know who my mother really is......? What kind of secrets and past are hidden? I can't even know my own flesh and blood?" The young man's gaze gradually became chaotic, and a scorching warm current poured out from the depths of his eyes, lingering in his narrow and charming eyes, "Why do you want to hide it from me, you, why do you all have to hide it from me?"

"That secret will only lead you to darkness......" Marquis Creek slowly raised his head, met the young man's cloudy but still sharp gaze, and calmly replied, "Fall into the bottomless abyss." ”

"But...... It was my mother, and I should know what she had been through, and I should have known who my father was, and I should have known what she had been running away from for so many years, what she was afraid of, and there was sadness and hesitation in her eyes for so many years, and until the last moment of her departure, those eyes were always in her eyes, and I couldn't do anything, and I didn't even know how to comfort her......." Crystal clear tears finally broke through his eyes at this moment, and flowed wantonly on the young man's handsome but sad face, roaring with a voice that almost pleaded. The beautiful eyes full of endless sorrow and loneliness were deeply imprinted in his mind, and countless images of the past appeared in his eyes dimly but poignantly...... Looking into the distance in silence, there was a dewy coolness in his eyes, a low sigh was full of helplessness, and the moment the tears slipped down, he had to force a smile...... Until she could never open those touching but sad eyes again. Every late night after she left, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could feel the heartbreaking gaze of his mother, the moment the darkness hit.

"What do you know, how much do you know about my mother, please, please tell me......" The boy's eyes were hazy with the surging tears, and his body trembled slightly, with a sense of exhaustion after collapse.

The Marquis of Creek and the proprietress couldn't help but raise their heads and looked at each other in silence before slowly exhaling for a long time.

A sudden wind unexpectedly blew open the attic window, the cherry-colored curtains flew up, and the candle flame danced restlessly in the wind, as if it would go out at any moment. A muffled thunderbolt pierced the sky, tearing through the clouds, and the earth was as bright as day for a moment, illuminating the boy's tearful face.

The Marquis of Creek got up and closed the window that was blown open by the strong wind, staring at the lonely and empty eyes under the candlelight, the pure black pupils were like a pool of stagnant water at this time, in addition to the palpitating sadness, he could also feel the oppressive suffocation, as if he was gradually sinking into the swamp of death, unable to extricate himself. Linna's hesitation, Linna's sadness, Linna's loneliness turned into terrible darkness and gradually devoured the young and fragile heart of this young man.

"I will tell you everything, everything I know about your mother. Marquis Creek finally nodded hesitantly, and the look in his gaze at the boy was as relieved as he looked, "But not now, soon demonic enemies will come to the door, and their targets are your mother and you." We're going to get rid of them before we do that, you know?"

"Then can you tell me who is hunting my mother and me?" asked the young man, who gradually calmed down, wiped the tears from his face, and breathed slowly.

"The Holy Cult of Cessria!"