Singing came from the darkness, and the solemn ringing of bells woke him. The dawn is so quiet, this is the goddess's most tender moment. He smelled the scent of wood, hidden in the fragrance of incense, as fresh as Morris's cedar.
Lemons put on his armor.
At the end of the aisle is the chapel, where two nuns pray by the spring. This spring from the Glittering Pool is crystal clear and pure, and is favored by Lucia. It was presented to the Council by the Queen of Sita before the War of the Dawn as a symbol of a united front of faith. Nearly a thousand years have passed, and the Great Alliance of Saint Mirende has long since disintegrated, but the spring water is still gushing in front of the church in the holy city of Zangwill. As Lemmons passed the nuns, they bowed slightly. "Priest Reese baptized the Holy Sword inside." One of the older nuns told him.
Lemons entered the sanctuary and saw Arabella kneeling in front of Lucia's skirt, while Durandal was immersed in the dazzling pool. This is the source of the Fountain of Light. The pool seemed to be flowing with molten gold, and the ripples were like liquid sunlight, but there was no terrible heat wave rushing towards you.
Countless candles float in the temple, and those are the souls of the deceased. They are the heroic spirits of the goddess who go to His divine kingdom after death and never fall into the Garwash of the dead. The Garden of the Dead is filled with the evil thoughts of disloyal people and heretics. It is an unclean place and a filthy mire. Believers of the light who passed away in glory will not go there. The Kingdom of Justice and Order is open to them, and Lemons doesn't know if he is qualified to join them after his death.
The black and silver sword floated lightly in the fountain of light. Arabella turned her head and stood up, dragging her white robe. "Are you awake? Sir, I'm so glad to see you are okay." There was a shallow scar on her cheek.
What I want is not her comfort. Lemons heard himself thank you dully. There was no sincerity in his tone, as if it came from someone else. It was the same as her greeting. "Where's the Bishop?" The mentor failed in front of the White Envoy and was able to return to Zangwill through negotiations yesterday. Although he had expected this result, they were just trying to hold him back... The White Envoy was like the snowy peak of Angmar at the end of the Sky Realm, which people still cannot cross.
"The Lord Advocate is convening the Glorious Council."
Bishop Daniel Edgar was a member of the Council, and he must have been there. Lemons had no choice but to wait for him here, staring at the light flowing on the holy sword Durandal. He lost, and so did I. He recalled the dream he had just had, and Yali didn't come to see him.
"You don't have to blame yourself, sir," Reese said. "Even in front of the Goddess, He will not. He knows that you have done your best for the Deliverance of Light and your mission. No one can do it better than you."
For the sake of the goddess, the Holy Knight Commander did not look into her eyes. "What I do better is to reflect on my mistakes." I did try my best, he thought, but for the sake of which one is more important, Yali or the goddess, I can't deceive myself into choosing the latter.
"The White Envoy is approaching the realm of the Saint." Arabella told him. "With the magic he showed in Camaria, the Cardinal cannot deal with it alone. Your Excellency, the agent, has increased the mystery of the White Envoy. Rank... In fact, the Council has decided to award you a commendation."
Lemons turned around in surprise. "What do you mean to your Excellency, the Actor——"
"It has nothing to do with me," Reese interrupted, annoyed by the words. "I am only responsible for relaying the decision of the Glorious Council to you. Sir Theodore, I am standing in front of you now as your adjutant and not as your agent's apprentice. Please don't humiliate me." She said with some mockery, "Could it be that Isn't this mission enough to prove my ability? Indeed, my ability is limited." She always speaks out, even if she sometimes embarrasses herself.
Not everyone is like me. This time he sincerely apologized from the bottom of his heart, not only for his malicious speculation, but also for some joy that should not have occurred - I am not the only one with selfish thoughts. I should be the one jumping into the Fountain of Light and being baptized, Lemons resisted the urge. He could confide in the goddess at night, but in the daytime, in the goddess's sanctuary, he felt afraid.
"I don't know what the reward is." The white-robed priest told him, "But a nun came to me. She was dispatched by Bishop Ken to change her priesthood to the resident priest of Zangwill. Although Not yet in white robes, but it’s better than wasting your talents in a monastery.”
The news occupied his mind. For a moment, Lemons didn't even dare to ask her name. "Are you talking about a tall nun? Blond hair, missing her right hand and right calf..."
"Her name is Alexia, and she is your former priest." Reese said calmly.
"My comrade." Lemons replied bitterly. See, this is what happens when you partner with me. Your commander can't even protect his own subordinates.
"I've known her before." The white-robed priest held up his square hat.
The church fell into silence. Lemons knew between the lines, and she thought she knew me too. However, it is not. "What kind of person do you think she is?" He found that his tone was not friendly.
"Respectable senior."
"That's all you want to say?"
"That's all you want to hear," she replied.
you're right. He felt like his heart was being read, which was not a comfortable feeling. To be honest, Arabella Reese is very suitable to be my priest. She reacts quickly and can guess other people's thoughts. The most terrifying thing is that a certain kind of innate stubbornness often causes her to ignore all reasonable factors such as status, favors, and cognitive differences, and prick your wounds in a sharp and direct way.
Lucia favors such people, who are representatives of integrity and selflessness in the world. They must be the most devout among believers, and their enthusiasm is as unquenchable as the brilliance of the sun. But to be honest, it is often difficult for such people to get things done.
"I applied to the teacher to leave the Holy Knights." Miss Priest lowered her voice, "The Holy Inquisition is in need of priests and priests. Commander Theodore, I hope that my successor will be your good assistant."
"You don't need to do this." Lemmons couldn't help but dissuade. He couldn't tell whether he was eager for Alexia to return to the team, or whether he couldn't bear Reese's sad departure from the Paladins.
Arabella shook her head. Lemons wanted to say something else, but suddenly the parliament bell rang. This announced the end of the Glorious Council, and footsteps could be heard behind the goddess sculpture in the temple.
The procurator will not leave from the main entrance, so all those who appear are cardinals who can participate in the council. Their clothing strictly adheres to the scriptures, and their demeanor is solemn - or stiff. Bishop Edgar was the second to last one to step out. He was much kinder than his colleagues.
"You ask about decision-making? There are no good decisions... You only have one chance, and the remedy for mistakes does not work every time." In Lemons' eyes, the teacher was not affected by this failure. The bishop's brooch was replaced with a new gemstone, his face was rosy, and he was no longer as weak as he was recovering from a serious injury. "Reese, you happen to be here too. There is something I must tell you." He still hesitated for a moment.
"Did my application fail?"
"Maybe you could try to guess wrong once."
"What's the reason?"
"This is the decision of your Excellency, the agent." As the spokesperson of the goddess, the parliament's agent rarely makes mistakes in his decisions. But it is often difficult for dull people to understand its profound meaning. Lemmons found that he was one of them, but he immediately saw confusion on the faces of the Priestess and the teacher. "I thought that the Lord Advocate just wanted to give you a chance to experience." Bishop Edgar said to the priest, "He told me that this decision is not just for you, my child. I hope you can understand."
Mingwu arrived when the white-robed priest's clear and sharp eyes looked at him. Lemons realized that the Lord Advocate left Arabella in the Holy Knights just for himself. But what virtue can I have? Or has he seen through my wavering?
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Arabella returned to the room, took off her shoes and arranged them neatly. Then she noticed that there was already a pair of identical white calfskin boots on the shoe rack. She didn't care. April always comes back before I do.
"Reese." A gray-haired girl poked her head out of the bed, "The teacher told me that you will stay in the Holy Knights from now on. What's going on?"
Asking knowingly. "I messed up the mission." She threw herself on the bed. "This is punishment."
"Do you really think that serving in the Holy Inquisition is useless? For the sake of the goddess, it is difficult for me to understand your thoughts... I also have to tell you that if I have a chance to stay in the Holy Knights, I will exchange my hair for my I'm willing too." April fiddled with her long braid, and the ends of her hair fell to Arabella's eyes.
"You don't understand." Anger surged in her heart, but what couldn't be ignored was sadness. You do not understand. I don't stay with the Paladins out of honor, my presence causes them trouble. My companions tolerated me, but that was not enough. "I wished more people would understand the teachings of the Goddess, but it turned out my efforts were in vain. I couldn't find any reason to be there...among those people."
"Those people? Do you think Sir Theodore's name is not worthy of his name?"
"Of course not." Although sometimes his choices are puzzling, I have to admit that the results are much better than I expected. As the leader of the Holy Knights, his behavior is impeccable. "In my opinion, my commander is as pious as anyone else." So were his prejudices.
"So you just don't want to be somebody's lieutenant."
"I don't."
"Of course you do, unless you swear by Lucia."
The certainty in April's words stung her. Arabella tried to shake her head in denial, but she suddenly realized that she must not lie to Lucia. "No matter what I think." She opened the bottom tie of her roommate's braid, "I can never get rid of the shadow brought by the teacher on me."
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