Chapter 732: Chapter 264:
As night fell, the myriad lights of the Holy City intertwined in the night sky, shining brighter than the stars.
In the inn, the Hero was talking to the Gleaming Scale Serpent about the visions from her dream that night. Little did she know, at this mont in the Evil-breaking Church, the Evil-breaking Bishop, gasping as he ran from his room to the church, was staring blankly at the once rust-covered, now mirror-like broken sword.
The Holy Artifact, once believed to be destined for decay, now shone anew, bringing hope for the continuation of their church.
Though the reason was unclear, despite it being a joyous transformation, the bishop found himself unable to feel any joy.
All he felt was a sense of danger emanating from the Holy Artifact before him, the once familiar broken sword now seed so strange, as if it would turn into a great bomb at any mont, blasting him and the entire church away.
“What… on earth is going on?”
Countless thoughts crossed his mind, but ultimately, sohow, his focus settled on the image of the Saintess Candidate from the night before.
Although he wasn’t sure… no, precisely because he couldn’t be sure, he didn’t think there was any other answer.
His intuition told him, if there was soone who could trigger all of this, aside from that girl he t only once, it would be hard to find another answer.
“Thinking one can remain unscathed amidst the whirlpool of the tis, that is true naivety.”
With a self-deprecating shake of the head, the Evil-breaking Bishop’s expression bore little shadow.
“The Saintess is the star guiding all believers’ spirits… If the path ahead illuminated by this starlight requires us to forge it, then raising my sword once more is my duty.”
Murmuring to himself, the Evil-breaking Bishop collected his thoughts, knelt with one knee under the broken sword, and placed his hands reverently on his chest, rging all doubts and hopes into a silent prayer.
At the sa ti, in a mansion within the sa Colorless Ring district as the inn of the Saintess Candidate, an event concerning the Hero was unfolding in a Royal Family villa.
“We bought everything, Your Highness Seventh Prince!”
Following an urgent order after the Seventh Prince awoke, the Knight who went out in the middle of the night to purchase the necessary supplies reported breathlessly. Despite completing the task satisfactorily, a look of confusion couldn’t be entirely hidden from his serious expression.
In his hands, he held a large box of seashells and pearl oysters, fresh goods that he, using his Professional abilities, had run all the way to the docks on the outskirts of the Holy City to purchase from night fishing boats.
The shellfish inside were still gently opening and closing, their briny scent perating the pristine Royal Family villa.
Another Knight stepped forward awkwardly, bowing with a voice filled with sha:
“I apologize, Your Highness Seventh Prince. I searched everywhere but couldn’t find a place that sells White Snakes as pets… Due to the Holy Snake Sect, snake-selling businesses in the Holy City have long ceased to exist, and all snakes have been released.”
“Hmm, it’s fine, I understand.”
The Seventh Prince nodded slightly, already having anticipated this, then waved his hand to dismiss his attendants.
For a mont, only he remained in the hall, with the table in front of him piled high with seafood delicacies: an assortnt of seashells and pearl oysters stacked like a mountain, with the largest being the size of a washbasin, making one question if it had turned into a magic creature.
Beside him were various tools and seasonings thoughtfully prepared by the housekeeper—though he hadn’t ordered them—including a hamr, pliers, grill, charcoal, green onions, garlic, oil, salt, and sauces, everything one might require.
Staring absentmindedly at the fresh shellfish, the Seventh Prince fell into contemplation.
“… Lord Holy Snake is breaking shells, what does this dream an? Related to the Deep Sea… is it Divine Revelation?”
Since ancient tis, powerful magic creatures have often ford deep connections with the world, and ancient clerics who served them could use this connection to glimpse the shifts in high-dinsional destiny, obtaining Divine Revelations akin to absolute prophecies that even the creatures themselves might not perceive.
But, he didn’t even truly believe in the Holy Snake, could it really just be a bizarre dream?
“Still, I’ve bought everything.”
Rolling up his sleeves, the Seventh Prince picked up a small hamr and pliers, and started prying open the shells.
Since it’s an imitation of a deity’s ritual, it naturally required his personal involvent.
The “clap-clap” sound reached beyond the door, causing the guards to exchange puzzled glances.
‘Your Highness, are you under too much stress lately?’
After a series of noises ended, the room fell silent for a mont before the sound of crackling charcoal and sizzling juices filled the air again.
A tempting salty fragrance spread throughout the villa, causing the guards at the door to swallow their saliva.
As the aroma beca richer and filled the entire residence, the Seventh Prince finally opened the door, showing the guards a hearty smile.
“You’ve worked hard; I prepared a little supper. Co in and join .”
[The Seventh Prince’s Luck (8 Success)]
D10=d10(2)=2
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
Early the next morning, before daylight fully broke, a faint glow already rose between the streets.
1. Fallen Courage is going to retrieve the sword himself ♛
2. There’s no rush anyway to get it
D2=d2(1)=1
“Since the other is going to retrieve the broken sword himself, today’s itinerary includes visiting the Central Great Cathedral.”
In the room, the Hero, having decided thus, carefully placed the nun’s cap on her head, and her two simple braids swayed gently with her steps.
“Understood, Your Majesty, please permit to accompany you.”
The Gleaming Scale Serpent followed obediently behind the Hero, as they walked out of the inn together. Side by side, they made their way toward the grandest Great Cathedral in the center of the Holy City.
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