"...the domed cathedral seems to be particularly quiet today."
A purple-clothed bishop who looked quite young, probably only in his twenties, frowned, muttered in a very soft voice, and carefully pushed open the door of the cathedral.
The light pouring in from the main entrance mixes with the colored light projected from the top of the glass, making the inside of the dome cathedral extremely bright.
After opening the door, the long corridor was still empty.
Normally, those knights would have been standing in the shield-shaped pits sunken in the walls on both sides of the corridor. They looked like reliefs with a particularly three-dimensional effect.
There will also be some bishops who are usually unwilling to enter the chapel to pray, leaning on the wall and praying softly, discussing doctrines with each other, or sitting at the feet of a knight, holding a book and reading it slowly.
With his status, it is definitely impossible to enter here at will. He is just an ordinary bishop. He is neither in charge of affairs nor has his own diocese. He is not a clerk, nor a defender.
The reason why he was able to enter here is only because he, Charles, is just a student of Guderian.
Although he is stupid and ignorant, his only advantage is that he respects his teachers and is pious enough. According to Guderian's evaluation, his talents are more than enough to be a priest, but as a bishop, his ability is obvious
Can't keep up.
However, his luck is that he completely believes in his teacher Guderian. When Guderian converted to Roland, he was the first student to express his willingness to follow Guderian.
At that time, Saint Laurent had not yet performed his miracles, and the news of Tell's death had not even spread. He still remembered that many people at that time expressed dissatisfaction with Guderian's fickleness and hypocrisy, and left him.
At first, they just gathered together, trying to use collective opinions as a threat to force Guderian to change his decision. After that, Tire's devout followers began to leave Guderian intermittently, until finally the class of hundreds of people was just
There are only a few people left.
Several months have passed since those days, and Charles has basically forgotten what happened at that time. The only thing he remembers is that when those once well-behaved and intelligent students abandoned Guderian one after another, he respected
The teacher's eyes.
——That was an extremely calm look. There was no trace of madness in his eyes, just a little bit of pity.
Charles could tell from his clear eyes that Guderian was by no means a cultist, nor was he insane as his senior brothers ridiculed him.
The teacher was right - inexplicably, this idea appeared in his mind. Regardless of the ridicule of others, he just relied on the impression in his heart and chose to follow Guderian with great determination.
From that moment on, Charles decided that he would follow Guderian until his death.
Charles has always been a contented person. He has even planned that even if he loses his former glory and wealth after believing in Roland, he will never leave Guderian. Even if he only has one bite of black bread mixed with sawdust every day, he will only
A glass of water is what he wants for a peaceful and peaceful life.
Ironically, when the seven miracles of Saint Laurent were revealed and his holiness was undoubtedly demonstrated, Guderian's status as the supreme bishop continued to increase. Overnight, he became the entire Holy Laurent Empire.
The third highest-ranking person.
For a time, many people who had left before apologized to Guderian in an extremely humble manner, asking Guderian to become their teacher again and teach them what Roland's commandments said. If Charles had a choice, he would
He would certainly not forgive these traitors - but in the end Guderian graciously agreed to their request.
However, Charles understands that the past is the past. What is destroyed cannot be restored no matter what.
From then on, Charles, who had neither talent nor intelligence, unknowingly became Guderian's favorite student. He not only became a bishop at the age of only twenty-eight.
Even though he is the lowest-ranking purple bishop, he is already contented enough.
In the past few days, Guderian began to introduce some people he knew to Charles. At some relatively less serious gatherings, he would also take Charles with him and began to teach him very seriously.
The principles of human conduct also gave him the status of deputy secretary, giving him the right to enter the dome cathedral and come to him at any time.
Charles would come to the Dome Cathedral every day after sunrise to study books and learn from Guderian the principles expounded in Saint Laurent's commandments. So far, five full days have passed.
However, there has never been a day when this domed cathedral became so empty.
...It's like everyone inside is dead.
As soon as such a thought appeared, Charles was immediately frightened. He quickly shook his head to dispel such disrespectful thoughts.
This is a holy place, the place where Saint Laurent performed his miracles. There is probably no place in the world that is more sacred than this.
If something happens here, it is not impossible for Saint Laurent's faith to completely collapse.
Then, there is only one answer left.
"Is today a special day?"
Charles tilted his head and decided to ask the teacher first. After all, he was stupid and slow, and it would be bad if he accidentally committed some taboo.
But as he walked towards the Pope's Hall, there was always an unpleasant feeling slowly emerging in his heart. The strange sense of dissonance made him stop suddenly in front of the Pope's Hall, and his right hand stopped suddenly.
Ciel's pupils narrowed instantly.
He realized where he felt the dissonance.
That's the smell in the air.
What is floating in the air today is not the usual incense...but a rotten smell similar to that floating in the tomb.
This is an almost impossible situation.
Because he knew in his heart that one of the areas that Saint Laurent mastered was cleanliness. Even if the place where Saint Laurent was worshiped could not be said to be spotless, it would definitely not smell of corruption.
But even though he realized something was wrong, Charles gritted his teeth and decided to open the door of the Pope's Hall.
The next moment, his body froze slightly in place.
Then without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away!
The reason is simple - he saw Duoduo's head being placed in front of the long table of the Pope's Hall, looking at him with a look of shock and anger. And an unknown middle-aged man with silvery hair who gave people a huge sense of crisis was sitting on the Saint Laurent table.
Hearing the sound from his seat, he raised his head in confusion.
Although Ciel understands that a minor injury like decapitation is absolutely impossible to kill the undead... but the real problem is that this at least shows that this middle-aged man's combat effectiveness is superior to that of Cardinal Duoduo.
This was scary enough. For Charles, those strong men above gold were simply legendary figures. It was a completely different world from him who had just advanced to bronze.
When thinking about the empty situation in the entire dome cathedral, an almost desperate fear emerged in Charles's heart.
No, we must find a teacher!
Find the teacher and let him rule His Majesty Saint Laurent, come back immediately!
However, before leaving the temple, Ciel gradually stopped.
His body trembled and his fingers couldn't help but twitch.
That's because the "thing" blocking his eyes was extremely familiar to him.
The reason why it is called "something" is because no matter how you look at it, it does not look like any known living creature.
There is only a transparent hole where his heart is, and the dried dark red blood dyed the red robe into a strange color. By human standards, he has died countless times, but now he can
Standing here in good condition is undoubtedly the most filthy thing that violates the commandments of Saint Laurent.
But even so, Ciel would never mistake that person.
"……teacher……?"
He confirmed in a voice that was trembling to the point of choking.
"Sorry, Ciel."
The man turned around slowly and said softly in a voice that was as plain as a machine: "I don't want this."