If the Church uses these threats to force me to hand over my students and the heretics, can I do it? If not, am I prepared to confront the Church? Is it possible that the Church already knows everything that happened in Twilight Town, and is only letting me go because of the barbarian and kingdom offensive, allowing the Twilight Knights to continue to exist as pawns in the charge?

Seeing the Grand Master's unpredictable expression, Dion continued, "Lord Todd, you are now hedging your bets. But have you considered that sooner or later you will have to make a choice, and how the Church will deal with the Knights of Twilight and you, who have lost their usefulness? You should be able to imagine."

Todd looked at Dion, a smile slowly spreading across his face: "Who said these things to you?"

Dion paused, then lowered his voice: "No one..."

Todd smiled and shook his head: "No, these are not what you expected."

Dion then said, "It's Tristan..."

Todd shook his head again: "No, it doesn't seem like him."

Dion glanced at the other person and finally said, "It was Tristan's master, Lord Abel, who wrote a letter for Tristan to pass on to me, asking me to advise you at the appropriate time..."

Lord Abel? Tristan's mentor? That alchemist? The builder of the monastery's underground laboratory?

Dion seemed to have more to say: "Lord Abel made a proposal in his letter regarding the future of the Knights of Twilight and you."

Todd leaned forward slightly: "A suggestion?"

"Religious Reformation!"

Todd repeated the word.

Dion pointed to the cross in the room and declared passionately, “The Church should not revolve around the Pope and cardinals; God’s entire elect should be its core. The Church’s sole leader should be Christ, not the Pope! The Pope should be judged according to the standards of Church leadership required by the Bible. That is to say, the Pope must be as simple, devout, and diligent as a saint, rather than being obsessed with power and wealth!”

Todd's eyes widened. He understood what these people wanted to do, because he seemed to have heard these words before in his previous life: "You want to establish a new denomination outside of the Church of the Father and the Orthodox Church?!"

Dion nodded and said, “Lord Todd, that’s right! Lord Abel hopes to return the interpretation of the Bible to its original form in the time of ancient Tyrell. From a legal perspective, and from Tristan’s perspective, from a religious philosophy perspective, we both believe that this idea is reasonable.”

"Now is not the time..."

Upon hearing Todd's excuses, Dion rushed to the table and loudly questioned, "Lord Todd, why is now the wrong time? The Knights of Twilight have enough strength to challenge this dark age! Are you afraid? Are you terrified? Are you going to stand by and watch more innocent people die at the stake?"

"No disrespect to the Grand Master!" Alfonso drew his longsword and pressed it against Dion's chest.

Todd gestured for Alfonso to put away his weapon, then looked at Dion, whose face was contorted with anger, and said calmly, "I only have one question for you: if I were to choose to break with the Church now and carry out religious reforms, how many kingdoms would support me, and how many armies would support the Church?"

Dion remained silent.

“I admit that the Knights of Twilight may have some strength now, but they are by no means invincible in the world.” Todd looked at the ‘Umbrella’ flag on the wall: “Perhaps the Church’s army will not even need to take action. The habits and obedience hidden deep in people’s hearts will plunge the Knights of Twilight into despair. That’s why I said now is not the time.”

Dion gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands: "So when exactly is the time?!"

Todd leaned back, looking up at the ceiling, and said, "Wait, wait until the conflict between the secular kingdom and the church becomes irreconcilable; wait until the church's army is weakened to the point of being unable to fight; wait until people recognize their own true selves and abandon their ignorance..."

Todd rubbed his forehead, watching tears well up in Dion's eyes, and sighed deeply: "Let's change the subject, Dion. I'm guessing you're a mutant, right? Can you tell me about your abilities?"