After saying all this, Shiayar then patted the head of the golden-haired girl beside him, stood up, and prepared to leave.
However, as Shiayar stood and began walking towards the door of the training room, he felt a resistance coming from his clothes.
The miniature Sacred Spear had sohow turned around and hooked onto the hem of his garnt.
Looking at the Sacred Spear, which clung to his clothes with seeming reluctance, Shiayar couldn't help but smile.
"I know."
He bent down and embraced the soft, delicate figure before him.
Then, he kissed the girl on the lips.
「...」
After a tender interlude of ten minutes, Shiayar once again appeared in the bathroom.
Indeed, this is always my ho, he mused, surveying the familiar washroom and ceiling with a bitter smile.
Only this ti, the place he was heading to was not the Echo of History but rather the coordinates indicated on the invitation from the Golden Dawn—a world of black mist similar to the Imaginary Zone in which he was currently situated, equally independent from ti and space, even from history itself.
With a re thought, a pocket watch materialized in the palm of his hand.
Shiayar looked at the watch's hands, silently calculating the corresponding ti within the current ti node.
Imdiately after, ethereal and hazy prayers reached his ears.
Shiayar's spirit stirred, ready to take action. But the next mont, his thoughts montarily paused.
Within the Spiritual Entity ford in the sea of his mind, Shiayar distinctly sensed a familiar aura.
Su Lun?
「...」
In the Holy Creed Kingdom's capital on the Western Continent—the City of Sumr Flowers, Florence—within the Dawn Sacred Court.
The black-haired Dawn Saintess was seated in her room, toying with a small doll in one hand while writing sothing with the other.
The magictech lamp cast a soft glow, illuminating the scrolls before her.
They contained the punitive asures for the forr Divinely Favored One of the Dawn, Histanlia Borgia, as deliberated by the highest echelons of the Dawn Church.
"Severing alliances with the Borgia family, stripping Histanlia of her status as Divinely Favored, and demoting her to an ordinary mber of the faithful?" Su Lun read from the scroll.
Just this won't suffice. Su Lun's eyes flickered with a cold light.
Soone wants to bolster their persona as a 'partner of justice' by using the excuse 'ignorance is no sin' to showcase their magnanimity.
But I am different.
What can I say? I'm just that kind of petty and vengeful woman...
Her delicate wrist made a slight turn, erasing the previous decisions from the scroll.
Not only is the Dawn Saintess a symbol of the Dawn Church to the outside world, but her position also implies she is a candidate for the next Archpriest.
Even though she wasn't yet the Archpriest, her re status as Dawn Saintess was enough to ensure Su Lun's word within the Sacred Court of Florence was second only to a select few, such as the Archpriest and the Cardinals.
Even with verdicts from the highest council, she had the leeway to intervene.
Expel her directly from the Dawn Church's ranks... But if it's just that, she can still live well outside the Church's sphere of influence, given Histanlia's own abilities and the remaining power of the Borgia family.
The Dawn Saintess's pen paused briefly before she began to rewrite.
Retain her mbership in the Church, but as punishnt, she is to serve as a lowly priest in the newly established branch chapel in a mining town on the outskirts of the Barren Mountains.
After all, I'm not so kind of demon...
She chuckled softly. Though serving as a priest in the mining town might be a bit harsh, at least she retains a connection with the Church, with even a slight chance to beco a Divinely Favored One again.
Whether it's for the revival of her family or other reasons... I'm sure Miss Histanlia wouldn't refuse.
CHI—
Beside the desk, a crystal resembling a warning light suddenly flickered.
Su Lun's movents montarily halted.
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Next, a symphony of gears and chanisms began to operate. The doll resembling a youth, the pillows, and even the books lining the shelves—each inscribed with a certain soone's na—were all concealed by chanical contraptions. They vanished into secondary planes and sub-space storage, leaving only the room's original, basic appearance: sacred and clean, adorned with crucifixes, silver statues, and holy water—everything befitting a believer's dwelling.
Having done all this, Su Lun then adjusted her attire.
Only then did the soft patter of footsteps from the distant corridor beco audible.
Su Lun stepped out the door.
In the corridor outside stood an elegantly dressed elderly woman with white hair, wearing a deep red ecclesiastical robe—Cardinal Aulia.
Unlike other Cardinals assigned to different nations within the Order Faction to oversee Church affairs throughout their territories, Aulia was one of those stationed at the Sacred Court's headquarters, a highly esteed position.
"Your Eminence, Cardinal Aulia, I didn't expect to et you as soon as I stepped out."
Su Lun's beautiful face showed a hint of joy.
"Are you on duty at the Sacred Court today? Why didn't you let know in advance? I could have co to you directly."
"It's not about being on duty. I ca to you today for sothing much more important."
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