Mentioning the sigh of God, Laev XXIII looked worried and stretched out his hand to stroke his beard.

"It's just that by the time I assumed the position of pope, the occurrence of God's sighs became less and less frequent, and there were even cases where church members heard sighs when praying in other places. However, such special examples are very rare and difficult to judge.

Is this an auditory hallucination?"

"Oh? When was the most recent example?" Owen asked casually.

"Four years ago in the winter, Bishop Flynn reported in his letter that he heard a sigh while praying."

King Laev XXIII gave Owen a meaningful look when he answered. It was precisely because Bishop Flynn heard God's sigh that the church began to pay special attention to Border Guard Town.

Huh? Owen was a little surprised that he was actually in Dawn City when it was still a border town.

"The sighs of God appear less and less often, and the place where they are heard is so far away from the Holy Kingdom of Caleb."

Thinking of some possibility, Owen said half-jokingly: "I always feel that the gods are planning to abandon us humans?"

As soon as these words came out, Owen immediately regretted them and felt that these words were a bit offensive to the Lumikale Cult.

"impossible!"

Sure enough, after hearing this, King Raev XXIII retorted with great emotion: "Gods will never abandon humans! Otherwise, why would they help us defeat the vampire legions that are ravaging all countries in the first place?"

"Indeed, you are right."

Owen quickly followed the Pope's wishes, calmed him down, and apologized to the two people present.

"I'm very sorry. I take back what I just said."

"I hope King Wells will stop saying such things in the future," Freya warned.

"Absolutely not."

After finally resolving the embarrassment caused by saying the wrong thing, Owen breathed a sigh of relief.

After checking the Fire of Faith, Freya stayed to continue guarding, while Owen and Rayev XXIII returned to the previous reception room to discuss other matters.

…

Three days later in the afternoon, Owen, who received the invitation, took several guards and headed to an execution site that was not open to the public under the leadership of a priest.

Near the viewing platform, Owen saw the pope, three cardinals and others who had arrived early.

"Good afternoon, Pope, and everyone." Owen raised his hand to say hello.

"Good afternoon, King of Wales."

Showing a smile, King Rayev XXIII also sent a friendly greeting: "I wonder if today's lunch is to your liking?"

To this, Irving responded politely: "Today's lunch was very delicious. My subordinates and I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for your hospitality."

After the two sides exchanged pleasantries for a while, Owen turned his head and looked at the flat ground paved with stone slabs in the middle of the execution ground, with a slightly gloomy expression on his face.

"Alas - the second princess will be executed soon."

In any case, the second princess, Trish Wells, is Owen's half-sister, and the two are related by blood.

To witness her execution with his own eyes, Owen felt a little uncomfortable.

"Yes."

Freya on the side said: "After the trial of the Inquisition, Trieste Wells, the second princess of your country, committed many crimes and was sentenced to purification. We cannot allow such a vampire to continue to live in the world.

"

"King of Wells."

King Laev XXIII also said: "Executing vampires who commit heinous crimes is to eliminate harm for the people. Although Trieste Wells is your sister, you must be so cruel."

"Well, I understand."

After nodding his head, Owen put back the dark expression on his face and showed more determination.

That's right, you can't be soft-hearted just because the other person has some blood relationship with you. The king's kindness should be used on the hard-working and simple people, not on bad people.

Not long after, a group of Templar Knights pulled a wooden cart carrying a large iron cage from the entrance to the center of the execution ground.

The person imprisoned in the iron cage is naturally Trisette. She is wearing prisoner's clothes, her hair is disheveled, and her face is haggard. It should be caused by not drinking human blood for too long.

As soon as she saw the people on the viewing platform, Trieste hurriedly climbed over, grabbed the iron railing with both hands, and shouted: "You can't kill me!"

Then, she turned her gaze to Owen and begged.

"Owen Wells! Dear brother, I am your sister. Go and beg the church to let me go. I will listen to you in everything, okay?"

It was obvious that when she was at Weisbat's palace and castle before, Trieste still acted arrogantly, planning to launch an attack and die together with Owen.

Now that death is imminent, she suddenly feels scared and admits that Owen is her brother.

It can only be said that times have changed. At that time, Trieste was very angry. Now that she has calmed down, she naturally does not want to die here.

Owen did not give any reply to Trieste's call, but watched everything indifferently from a distance.

Tristel begged a few more times, but when she saw that Owen had no intention of saving her, she stopped pretending and exposed her true face.

"Owen! You bastard, bastard, beast! You are so heartless, I will never bother you even if I am a ghost! I curse all your descendants to live forever!"

"How dare this guy curse His Majesty like this!"

Behind her, Mapel held the hilt of the sword tightly with her right hand. Her anger had already surged into her heart, and she wished she could rush over and kill Tristel.

"She won't be able to bounce around for long." Owen comforted her at the right time, "Mabel, you have to learn to control your anger and don't get angry whenever you hear bad words from me."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Mapel lowered her head in embarrassment.

The Templar placed the iron cage holding Trieste and the wooden cart in the center of the execution ground, then stepped aside, pulled out his sword, stuck it on the ground, and stood upright motionless.

Then, twelve senior priests came on stage. They walked neatly to the execution ground and stood around the iron cage, forming a circular formation.

"Prepare……"

Guessing that the execution time was almost here, a Templar deputy captain standing at the edge of the execution ground loudly issued an order.

"Execution!"

When he heard the preparations, the senior priest at the execution ground immediately clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and began to pray to the gods.

As soon as the execution order came down, the senior priests immediately separated their interlocked hands, raised their arms, raised their palms and faced Trieste in the iron cage, and cast the magic of faith - purification.

A white light sphere was quickly generated in front of the palm, and then white light extended out to both sides. The twelve white light spheres were connected to form a circle. Finally, a large number of faith elements were generated in the circle to purify all unclean creatures.

"No!"

Seeing the white light shining on her body, Trisette first screamed in surprise, and then let out a painful roar.

"Ah ah ah - it hurts so much!!! Stop it! Ah ah ah ah!!!"

Under the purification magic, Tristel was forced to take on the form of a vampire, and her skin, including her face, quickly rotted and turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

Only a few seconds passed, but she seemed to be speechless and could only scream.

"Ahhhhh——"

About thirty seconds later, all that was left in the iron cage was a set of prisoner's clothes and a pile of ashes.

Since Tristel does not have the perverted special ability of Emperor Nicholas to regenerate very quickly, the entire execution process does not take too long.

After the execution, the senior priests took back their magic and let out a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!