The lord of the city of Alexandria is named Alexandre III, a direct descendant of the legendary human hero Alexandre. After the change of dynasties in the Pelada Empire, this direct descendant who did not inherit the bravery and fearlessness of his ancestors was always on tenterhooks and was deeply afraid. His little life was silently wiped out one day. Fortunately, he did not like to wield swords and guns, so he specialized in aristocratic studies at the Imperial Seminary and was always among the best. When the current Pope, Martin Louis, came to see him in person, he held a city appointment letter in his hand instead of anything else. verdict.
"This is probably out of respect for my ancestors, rather than really fancying my ability!" After experiencing the panic years, the young Alexander III had long seen through the ups and downs of the world. He is not complacent just because he is the lord of a city. Similarly, he did not waste his time passively, but worked diligently and wholeheartedly to seek the welfare of the people of this city.
Since the First World War had ended, and this ancient city was close to the imperial capital where elites were stationed, Alexandre III's life was relatively stable, except for the occasional crimes or mysterious disappearances that occurred on weekdays. But just today, his diligent daily life was completely disrupted by the news brought by messengers coming from two different directions!
"What?! To the east of the city is His Highness the Saint, to the west of the city is His Highness Rex, and the angels he invited back?! God of Light, what day is it today!"
Shocked, Alexander III wanted to split himself in half, half to welcome the visit of His Majesty the Holy Lady, and the other half to celebrate the triumph of His Majesty Rex. However, the real situation was before him. No matter which side he chose, the other side would be his. neglect.
"Forget it, His Highness Rex is the future Pope, and the return of the angel is a big event. Your Highness the Saint is so kind, she will understand me!" Gritting his teeth, Alexandre III still forced himself to find some reasons, and Choose to go to the west gate where Rex is.
And just when he successfully stepped on the stirrups with the help of his attendants and was about to lift up the horse, a strong gust of wind blew his slightly bloated body to the ground. Before he could get up from the ground, the second "sun" rising in the sky almost made him wet his pants.
"My God...an angel! Really...really an angel!" For the first time in his life, Alexander III felt that his words were awkward.
Although the messengers repeatedly mentioned the arrival of angels, Alexander III, who had been in officialdom for a long time, was actually more concerned about the arrival of His Highness Rex, the "future Pope" from the bottom of his heart. However, after he actually saw the posture of Archangel Michael, Alexander III finally understood why the messenger was so excited.
As long as one is a qualified believer, when his faith appears in front of his own eyes, his heart will be filled with the excitement and piety of wanting to devote his life to it.
"The God of Light is above! Praise the God of Light!" Regardless of getting up from the ground, Alexander III had closed his eyes and kept crossing himself on his chest.
However, Alexander III's prayer did not last long. A pleasant sound sounded in his ears, interrupting his prayer.
"Holy God of Light! I am Joan of Arc, and I am here to greet the Archangel Michael on the order of the Pope."
When Alexander III opened his eyes, what he saw was the flawless, slender hand stretched out to him, and the owner of this hand, Joan of Arc, with her dignified and beautiful face.
"Ah...ah! God of Light, may you be safe, Your Royal Highness! I am so ashamed that I was so far away from Your Highness when she came to visit!" How dare Alexander III trouble Joan of Arc to help him up? As if there was a spring on his butt, he suddenly stood up from the ground.
"Lord City Lord, please don't stick to etiquette!" Seeing that Alexander III had gotten up, Joan of Arc also retracted her hand, straightened her body, and put on a serious expression.
"Lord City Lord, as you can see, the Archangel Michael has arrived. This time I am here to greet this noble Archangel. In order to welcome His Highness Michael, His Highness the Pope specially asked me to bring The holy wine of heaven, as well as various precious ingredients. Therefore, regarding the processing of ingredients, the preparation of the welcome hall, and the follow-up preparations, please be sure to handle it as soon as possible, Lord City Lord!"
"God of Light! Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will do my best!" Only then did Alexander III notice the waves of enchanting wine coming from among the baggage brought by Joan of Arc. fragrance.
"Thank you, Lord City Lord, for the arrangements!" Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief until everything in front of her was in order. But she knew that what was coming next was the highlight. Her not-so-broad shoulders were carrying a huge task, an important task related to the future of the Parada Empire and whether it could prosper forever!
Meet Archangel Michael!
