The Upper Lafra Monastery has been quite turbulent lately.
His Holiness the Pope, who is elusive and mysterious, has once again disappeared without saying goodbye, while His Holiness Bishop Allen, the usually diligent rector, has even stopped presiding over the routine Mass.
Of course, no ascetic would doubt the cardinal because of this.
They secretly guessed that the other party must have once again won the favor of the Lord of Light through deep contemplation.
After all, Bishop Allen, who believed in "justification by faith," was undoubtedly the most devout human being on the entire continent of Dimensions.
...
At the base of the towering tower lies a narrow, dimly lit stone room, which was also Ellen Babylon's bedroom.
The walls were smooth, and sunlight streamed into the room through a ventilation hole about two fists wide, like a ribbon used in sacraments.
Now, the owner of the room is kneeling on the uneven stone floor, facing the wall in repentance.
He was used to enduring the cold and didn't use a fireplace, but even before the heavy snow fell this year, Allen felt an unbearable, bone-chilling cold.
But if the cold could freeze his thoughts, he would be willing to accept it.
He's so confused!
Allen understood that his inner and outer self was filled with sin, and that he was unforgivable.
The most terrifying reality is that, in such a desperate predicament, he no longer knows who to pray to.
This is a punishment of "no reward," which is far more concrete than the excommunication punishment of expulsion from the church.
So much so that he was heartbroken.
His Majesty Joshua was actually Dilis himself—
Whenever he thought of this, his heart was engulfed by the raging tsunami of the waves.
God loves the world, and he loves God.
But he always firmly believed that such feelings must be sacred, existing beyond physical reality.
He would often open his mouth wide and sing a silent hymn to the idol in a language he had long lost.
In the glorious and serene divinity, he finally found peace and solace, no longer a wanderer.
However, at the moment God confessed to him, he suddenly had nowhere to hide.
Tilis's gaze was so direct that Allen felt he had nowhere to hide.
He knew that he had failed his trial.
His own ugly state was seen clearly by the gods.
The scriptures have long said, "All truth and all falsehood will be revealed under the gaze of our Lord, their true nature laid bare."
He had already made up his mind to dedicate his whole being to the gods.
He had clearly made the decision long ago to dedicate all his passion to the light.
only……
Joshua was really good to him.
The other person's warmth and care, like mercury seeping into his pores, both shook his will and filled his emptiness.
In his limited life, he had never experienced such tender love.
"Yes, please forgive a sinner like me, who remains obstinate even now, daring to usurp the name of love," he confessed in his heart.
Allen clasped his hands together helplessly, tears welling up in his eyes.
If he boldly confesses to His Majesty Joshua, it would only indicate a wavering of faith;
If the other person confesses to him that he is the Lord of Light, it will only make him feel ashamed of himself.
So, when Dilis confessed his feelings to him, his faith completely collapsed.
Regardless of his bewilderment, anger, and shame, no matter how much panic and helplessness he felt, it was replaced by a wave of pale powerlessness.
Why must gods, who should be high above, cruelly descend from their pedestals?
It was as if even the last vestige of purity had been tainted by filth.
He no longer believes in God.
He didn't know where to go or what to do.
He's about to start wandering again...
...
Knock knock knock!
A hermit was pounding on the door from outside, interrupting Allen's meditation. "Lord Allen, Hildergard is fighting with someone again!"
Judging from his voice, he seems to be Matthew, a fanatical believer who came from the South to pursue his studies. He is a very enthusiastic young man, but also one who thrives on chaos.
Allen knew Hildegard.
The other side's interpretation of divinity is both bold and unorthodox, and they are only a hair's breadth away from heresy.
Moreover, the other party put their divinity into practice in their daily life, for example, by combining mathematical knowledge with the rhythm of hymns, which is both laughable and absurd.
In the past, Allen would have stepped in to mediate.
He himself had a secret faith and was always exceptionally tolerant of different opinions, but nowadays, he seemed to have no energy left.
The knocking continued, so he shouted, "Let her fight them. There's no shortage of healing spells here."
Matthew smiled and replied, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on things for you. No one will die."
After saying that, he left, and the courtyard seemed to become even more lively.
Let them do whatever they want.
Three days later, no, two days at most, Allen decided that he too would sneak out of the monastery.
He planned to keep heading north until he was submerged in the icy sea.
"May the sea wash away his sins," the sorrowful bishop thought.
However, once he made up his mind, he didn't manage to rest for long.
Because Matthew came banging on the door again, "Sir, someone requests to see you!"
Heaven knows how that rickety wooden door could produce such a deafening sound.
If he had known, he should have fixed a soundproof array.
Putting aside other considerations, magic is far more useful than divine magic when it comes to practical application in daily life.
Perhaps Hildegard should have realized this sooner and become a mage.
Allen was lost in thought. He wished he could cover his ears and shout, "I'm in ascetic training, I won't see anyone!"
At times like these, it's either Joshua or Alejo who comes to him.
He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and no longer had the strength to keep up appearances in front of these two people.
His only wish was to leave with the last shred of dignity.
...
Outside the door stood a clever and ascetic monk and an expressionless magician.
"I'm sorry, sir. Lord Allen does not wish to see you." Matthew helplessly shrugged at Yun Wei, but his eyes betrayed his keen interest in what was to come.
This is the first time in history that a person of the Azure race has stepped into the monastery.
They were instinctively curious about the Bili people, both about their beliefs themselves and about their way of believing, which was so different from their abstract theology.
"I understand. But I have come from afar, so please give me a chance." Yun Wei was not surprised by this.
Dilis brought him and Isaac over, but told them not to come in and to wait outside the monastery.
Upon hearing this, Matthew immediately stepped out, saying, "Please, sir."
Yun Wei slowly walked to the wooden door that had long since decayed with time.
He raised his hand and grasped the rusty bolt, tapping it slowly, again and again.
The knocking was soft and steady, but the already dim sky was completely obscured by the rising clouds.
He knocked a total of seven times.
It's important to know that seven is a very important number in mysticism.
It is both a number belonging to the sun and the beginning and end of a life cycle. Legend has it that the Lord of Light created everything in the world in seven days.
In the original world of Yunwei, this number was also the most worshipped number by the ancient Egyptians, because it was closely related to the mistress who flooded the Nile River and ruined the land.
Her name on the continent of Zhuyuan is the goddess Gilhona.
Look, even the sky has darkened.
It responds to the law and conforms to the season; the spirit comes and obscures the sun.
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