"Your Majesty, the conditions required for the ceremony will be ready soon."
"Well, thank you for your hard work, Bishop Gerald!"
Still in the three-story aristocratic mansion, an old man wearing a red silk robe was standing respectfully in front of a stunningly beautiful woman.
The old man's face was covered with traces of time.
The ravines on his face told the world about the vicissitudes of life he had experienced.
Those slightly cloudy eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.
He is one of the only thirteen cardinals alive in the Church of the Dawn - Gerald.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the Church of Dawn is a household name in the Southern Province, and there are many people who only know Dawn but do not know the name of the empire.
According to the position division within the Church of the Dawn, the bishop can be said to be the highest position under the pope.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the old man wearing a red robe is inferior to one person or superior to ten thousand people.
hard to imagine,
Even though this cardinal has a high status within the Church of Dawn, he is now standing behind this young woman like a subordinate.
If the believers living in the south saw this scene, many people would be surprised and their jaws would drop.
Very few people in the world know.
In addition to the cardinals, there are also saints in the Church of the Dawn.
When the Church of the Dawn had not yet been established, there were no popes or bishops. There was only the original Saint of the Dawn - Joan of Arc, a pure girl who first established a connection with "that one".
However, except for the first-generation saint, in the days that followed, there was no saint in the Church of the Morning who could establish a connection with "that one".
It seems that with the passing of the first-generation saint, "that one" has turned his attention to other places.
As time goes by, the originally lofty status of the Holy Maiden of Dawn naturally begins to decline.
until now
The status of the Virgin of the Dawn within the church has become much lower than that of the cardinal.
There is no such thing as standing next to the leader in red and looking like a superior or subordinate.
However
Something that was impossible to happen in the past has now happened in this three-story noble mansion.
And there was only one situation that caused this situation to happen - "that person" seemed to have paid attention to them again.
Looking at the woman in front of him who inherited the name of the first-generation saint, Gerald still had such a calm expression:
"Your Majesty, are you sure we really need to do this?"
"Bishop Gerald, have you seen it?" Joan of Arc leaned her body gently on the frame of the window, pointing at the scene outside the window with her long white fingers.
Looking in the direction pointed by Saint Joan of Arc, Gerald could not see anything else except the scene after the explosion and burning.
"???" A trace of doubt appropriately appeared on Bishop Gerald's face.
But those slightly cloudy eyes gave him away.
The eyes without any emotion showed that his heart was not as curious as his appearance.
"the world is huge."
"In addition to the Southern Province, the Arathor Empire also has six other provinces, including the Eastern Province."
"And outside the empire, there are still vast areas that have never been visited before."
"My lord's glory has stayed in the south for long enough."
"According to the will of our Lord, we will use our plans and use the calculations of those pagans to let more people in the world bathe in the glory of our Lord."
When Bishop Gerald heard the word "pagan" from the mouth of Saint Joan of Arc, his eyes that were originally calm finally showed a slight fluctuation.
But this fluctuation instantly returned to calm.
He did not expect that this group of pagans would be involved in this incident.
Those guys who were like lost dogs in the Southern Province have now fled to the Eastern Province.
"Your Majesty is wise!"
"It just so happens that I haven't been active for a long time."
"If Your Majesty has nothing else to do, then I will retire first."
As he grows older, Gerrard now spends most of his time sleeping.
Now that he has reported on the progress of his work, he is naturally not prepared to stay here any longer.
because-
It's lunch break time.
"Bishop Gerald, thank you for your hard work!"
Until the other person left the room, Joan of Arc did not turn around to look at the other person. Her eyes always stayed on the scene outside the window, but she kept thinking about another thing in her heart.
They were a group of pagans who had been luring them out of the Southern Province, intentionally or unintentionally.
Intuition tells Joan of Arc that these pagans are not simple.
There are only a few fragmentary records of their origins in the church, and those records are from hundreds of years ago. It seems that this group of pagans have been planning some big event.
"Eh~"
"Forget it, I don't want to anymore."
"After tonight, if those people don't take action, I will go back."
Joan of Arc shook her head to get rid of the unnecessary thoughts in her heart, and then closed the window at hand.
Ga~~zhi~
boom!
Lying imagelessly on the soft big bed.
Her long, silky golden hair was spread casually on the bed.
The originally loose silk robe was inevitably covered up, revealing two faint outlines below.
Looking at the beautiful decorations hanging on the bed, Jeanne emptied her mind.
A trace of fatigue swept over me inadvertently.
"Take a nap first!"
With a soft murmur, the blonde beauty on the bed fell into a deep sleep.
.......
"Big man, the store I'm talking about is right in front."
Under Hana's guidance, the convoy finally stopped in front of a slightly old shop.
Seeing the words "Old Peter" carved above the door of the shop, Zoro straightened up immediately.
It's a pity that the time when the group came over seemed to be unlucky, as the door of the shop was tightly closed at this time.
Hana seemed to have been accustomed to this situation for a long time, and she came to the closed wooden door carelessly.
Bang~
Bang~
Bang~
The closed wooden door banged loudly as she slapped it.
"Old man, old man, open the door quickly! Business is coming."
"Old man, old man, did you hear that? Wake up quickly, business is coming."
...
Hana just stood outside Old Peter's shop, patting and shouting, as if she didn't even think about the possibility that the other person might have something to do when he went out temporarily.
The careless movements made Kahn, who was not far away, feel his forehead jump.
"What a naive little girl..."
"Pete, would you like to call your two uncles to come over and see what's going on?"
"If it is true that no one is here, then we will find another one."
However, before Peter could make any move, the store that had been closed slowly opened from the inside...