It's late at night, but the holy city of Frankfurt is still brightly lit.
People wearing heavy clothes that cover their hands and feet walk together on the streets in winter nights.
Although traveling at night is not in line with Tire's teachings, today is the only exception. But today, traveling at night will not be regarded as a kind of obscenity, but will be sublimated into a tribute to Tire.
Because this is a sacrificial ceremony for a saint and a reenactment of a miracle.
Every few dozen meters along the street, there is a two-meter-high brass brazier, illuminating Frankfurt at night as if it were daytime.
It was the clergy of Tire who guarded the brazier so that it did not go out.
They were wearing priestly robes and dressed in the most formal manner, as if they were celebrating mass in the church at the beginning of each month.
But there was only one difference, and that was that their scarves were all replaced by a rich red color like blood.
"When the steel whip of Ectrasil fell, Frankfurt's back burst open."
"Frankfurt, with his hands in handcuffs, knelt down and marched forward shouting the holy name of Tire."
"His knees were worn to the bone and his heart was exposed to the air."
"He left traces of blood on the ground as he walked. The people of the city knelt on the ground and touched the blood of Frankfurt with their foreheads, kissing the ground where he walked."
The priests of Tire pressed their hands tightly to their chests, looked solemn, and sang in unison.
What they sang was "The Daily Use" from the Life of St. Frankfurter.
When Tyr first became a god, he actually did not have many followers. His followers were not even one ten thousandth of what he had when he became the Sun King.
Because not everyone believes that the Sun King has become a god. Most people think that he has died, and those who claim to be followers of the Sun God are just bad liars.
As a result, Frankfurt, Tire's most loyal believer, was persecuted in this small town built on a high mountain.
He was expelled, imprisoned, flogged, and beaten with a rod by the lord here, Ectrasil - but none of this could stop him from preaching to the residents of this nameless city.
This nameless city was the highest place in the Sun King's territory at that time. It was here that Tyr became a god - of course. In the eyes of others, he should have died here.
Because of Frankfurt's mission, more and more people began to believe in the so-called "Sun Religion". In the end, it even interfered with the normal order of the city. So Ectrasil was finally angered.
He asked the guards to carry Frankfurt to the city gate and threatened to beat him on the back with a steel whip dipped in salt.
However, Ectrasil was a benevolent lord. At the same time, he was also concerned about his reputation and did not want Frankfurt to be beaten to death in the street.
So he promised Frankfurt with the last pity that if Frankfurt declared to people that what he had said before was all lies and proved that there was no existence of the god Tire, then he would be acquitted.
Frankfurt agreed.
But on the podium prepared by Actrasil, he spent half an hour shouting the holy name of Tire to the gathered people.
Because of his lifeless feat, the small mountain town was completely excited for a while.
Actrasil was completely angered by Frankfurt. He picked up the steel whip and whipped Frankfurt's back mercilessly.
He said angrily: "If there is a God, then ask Him to save you! Ask your God to cut the rope that binds your feet. Break your shackles. Ask your God to use my steel whip.
Beat me!"
However, Frankfurt said, "My life has come to an end. I just want to die and be buried in the light."
He asked Ectrasil to wait until the sun rose in the morning before killing him, but Ectrasil was already furious.
"Then just live! I'll fight mine, you'll live yours, live until the sun rises and you'll die in the morning light!"
It was late at night, and a tiny crescent moon hung high in the sky.
Actrasil asked the guards to pull Frankfurt to the city gate. He used a steel whip to beat Frankfurt's back, which was kneeling on the ground and facing the east.
He twitched, and Frankfurt knelt and crawled forward.
On the ground covered with fine gravel, his knees were quickly worn out.
In order to light the way forward for Frankfurt in the dim moonlit night, people spontaneously held torches and stood on the road in front of Frankfurt.
In this way, Frankfurt climbed to higher altitudes carrying serious injuries that would have killed a normal person long ago. Finally, when he reached the highest point, the sun just rose.
At that moment, Frankfurt became the Holy Spirit. The injuries all over his body were instantly eliminated, and he ascended to the sky in front of everyone.
Not to mention his injuries, the amount of blood shed on the ground in Frankfurt alone was equivalent to thirty people's.
This is undoubtedly a miracle.
As a result, Ectrasil was also influenced and recognized the sanctity of Tire. Later, he even became as great a saint as Frankfurt.
The Life of St. Frankfurt tells such a story. This is why the holy city of Frankfurt got its name.
After Frankfurt, the holy ritual of burial in the light became available. Whenever Tire is canonized, it must be buried in the light.
After Claude is buried naked, he will forever be remembered as a saint of Tire.
But this is not what Claude wants to see.
If he had a choice, he would rather not have anyone know about him and just stay quietly in Sivir's Kingdom of God forever.
His belief is not for fame and fortune, otherwise, his soul would never be so pure.
As a loyal believer of Sivir, he lived for Sivir, fought for Sivir, and after his death, he will be recorded in history as a believer of Tire.
Let alone Claude, not even Sivir would agree.
Although Jupiter IV claimed to be discussing with Sivir, less than half a day after he delivered the oracle to the cardinals in the morning, he announced in the holy city of Frankfurt that he would hold a light ceremony in the early morning of the next day.
Funeral news.
In such a short time, there was no time to discuss with Sivir.
In fact, he did not discuss it with Sivir.
But he just prayed quietly in the dome cathedral, as if nothing happened.
It wasn't until nightfall that the old man slowly left the dome cathedral and walked straight to the altar in the center of the city.
Not to mention negotiating with Sivir during the entire process, the old pope did not even change his posture in prayer.
He walked step by step toward the city that was lit red by the firelight, his expression not changing at all.
"People cried out for light, and Tire gave them light."
"Tyre will give light to the people equally, and people will give their own light to others."
The old pope didn't know who he was praying to, or if he was just blessing himself. His voice became old and deep.
"The night is long, and I have begun to pray."
"The sun will always come."
He repeated softly, his eyes as deep as abyss. (To be continued.)
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