Definitely Not a Witch

A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.

Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...

Chapter 556 Water Mist and Golden Moon

As this group of high-level transcendent beings who resembled angels landed, the three giants of the current church, who were also the three most likely candidates to become the next Pope, gathered in the open space in front of the Ten Swords Palace.

A palace far away in the Holy Mountain of Karenriel.

This place is far away from other palaces. The palace is built on a solitary peak, which can avoid many disturbances and is conducive to observing the stars in the sky.

The cold and silent palace door was knocked, and then a priest wearing a black robe with silver edges walked in quickly. He was a high-ranking priest of the Star Track Palace.

As the Star Track Palace had a small population, the guards knew almost all of the high-level priests and did not stop them, allowing them to enter directly.

He walked through the empty hall, past towering stone pillars, and finally arrived at a church deep in the inner palace. The curved dome of this church seemed transparent, allowing one to easily see the brilliant Milky Way in the sky.

A 'young' man stood in the middle of the church with his back to the door. On the ground was an intricate and precise celestial map, and ethereal starlight appeared in the church.

"Lord Charente, I have something to report."

"Go ahead." The man was still concentrating on stargazing and deduction.

"Tonight, many low-level priests attacked the Ten Swords Palace, causing a violent conflict between Odysseus and Sibisi. Meanwhile, Her Highness Binies is also about to get involved."

"I understand. Let them solve it on their own. These are just insignificant matters. There's no need to tell me anymore."

"But..." The priest seemed to want to say something more, but looking at the lonely figure in the church, he knew it was useless to speak any further. He nodded his head and quietly withdrew. The ruler of the Star Track Palace seemed to have no desire to participate in the next papal election.

In the cold palace, the black-haired man was still standing there. He looked up at the starry night sky and sighed.

"When will I finally be able to wait for the returning star and hope? Is the prophesied angel of doom destined to blow the trumpet of doom..."