"I refuse!"
"What?... Why?" Saint Wazir was taken aback by the instant rejection of the position most n would kill for.
Sylvester was cursing the man internally, not just him but his last five generations. 'This bastard, he thinks I will fall for his puny sches? I sll all your sches. The sourness of lies, the feeling of excitent and also anxiety.'
Sylvester had understood this was a test as Saint Wazir emitted the emotion of lies when he said Sylvester was appointed as Cardinal Suprima. It was a position given to the Cardinals while he was a simple Priest. Like hell he could skip three highly important and complex ranks for no apparent reason.
Hence, he reckoned sothing was going on behind the scenes, and it was best to just reject it. But, he had to give a good reason as well.
"I am too inexperienced. I don't think being good at sothing for one month makes as good as those who've spent decades of hard work. It's unfair if I were to jump so many ranks. One rank jump? I understand that, but going from the bottom to the top is too much. I might create disharmony in the clergy, may cause rumors of corruption, or even make the clergy hate outright.
"I'd rather be a priest who is loved than a cardinal who is hated."
Saint Wazir smirked and put the docunts back. "That's... too bad. I will respect your choice, however. So it seems I will have to find a good assignnt for you."
'What a bad actor. I can see through his lies without even slling them.' Sylvester thought. But, he turned serious as it was ti to ask the real thing.
"Saint, I have a request. I... just heard what happened to Markus. He was a dear friend of mine--with whom I spent eight years of school. I made a pact with him, and I can't stand blind, that would have my words undermined.
"So, I hope you can give an assignnt near Markus' village. I wish to et his family and fulfill the pact. Markus has gathered money over the years, and his last wish is that it reaches his family."
Saint Wazir nodded. He tapped on the call bell on the table. But strangely enough, it didn't make any sound, but the secretary still entered quickly. "Bring the pending assignnt ledger."
With no words spoken, the secretary soon brought a thick, three-foot by three-foot book. It was certainly too big to be called a ledger. But it appeared to be magical as the Saint Wazir rely gestured, and the book opened up.
"Where is martyr Markus' village?"
"It's Fallshoot Village, near the Rich Wall, in the northwestern part of Highland Kingdom," Sylvester answered.
Saint Wazir quickly moved the pages of the ledger and soon stopped at one page. "There is one assignnt at Sphinx Town. Hmm, the case is nad Eternal Unidentified Supernatural Phenonon. It says that the town is suffering from constant demon possession every week, and the local monastery exorcizes all the ti but to no avail.
"It has been suspected that the monastery is asking for extra funds and is either falsifying the cases or isn't solving them knowingly. So the job is to investigate both the monastery and the Eternal USP."
Sylvester tried to rember where this town was on the map. He had morized nearly everything available on the maps at the Sanctum Inspector's office. "Is it southwest of Fallshoot Village, near the Desert Road?"
"Indeed, Priest. I'm amazed at your rembering skills."
"Thank you, Saint Wazir. Then I will take this assignnt and leave imdiately." Sylvester respectfully requested.
Saint Wazir walked around the table to Sylvester and patted his shoulder. Miraj had to quickly jump away and sit on Sylvester's head, however.
"Son, you don't have to take this assignnt. You can simply go to Fallshoot village to fulfill the promise. I will send so other inspectors." Sain Wazir said, showing genuine care this ti.
Sylvester appreciated the kindness but knew he couldn't take ti off. "With all due respect, Saint Wazir, as sad as I may be about the passing of my friend Markus, I can't allow that to hinder my work or progress. If I wish not to be the next Markus, I must work harder. As for the dead--they are never dead as long as we keep their nas in our mories."
Saint Wazir was taken aback since he wasn't expecting much profoundness from a young man. But when he rembered who he was talking to, he smiled appreciatively after a mont. "Wise words, Priest Sylvester. You can relax in the anti. I will send the written assignnt allotnt by tomorrow. Take care, son."
Sylvester thanked the man and left the office. He was honestly glad that all these n at church were so kind to him, especially the Pope, Inquisitor High Lord, and now this Wazir. He knew he had nothing special to offer, but he believed the reason for this likeness was his temper and wisdom, which were the sa as that of an old man. Hence, these senior clergyn probably feel sowhat connected with his words--or feel he's too intelligent.
'Let's hope it stays this way.'
...
'Can you... you know... you're so flexible, so you should be...'
Bam!
"This does not feel right. Why did they take him away in the middle of the night?"
Bam!
"Why the fuck is everything so mysterious around this?"
Bam!
Everyone has different ways of coping with the loss of life. So cry, so shout, so think while so punch. Felix was thinking and punching the steel wall used for training knights in the arena of the School of Dawn.
He had the sa questions as Sylvester at this stage, feeling strange about the whole deal with Markus. It didn't make sense to him how the latter had disappeared from the dorms that night. Why didn't he co to say goodbye? Why so abruptly?"
Sadly, Markus was gone, and all there was left were mories. He rembered the constant jibes he and Markus took at each other. It was undoubtedly one of his favorite things over the years.
"I'm so fucking weak!" He cursed and punched harder. "I need to get serious!"
"Ahem!" Suddenly a second voice rang behind him. "With those kinds of punches, you can only hurt toddlers."
Felix turned around in aggravated mode. "Sir Baldfreak?"
The dark-skinned, old, bald yet strong knight appeared out of nowhere, standing there with arms crossed and a look of annoyance. "You may have the talent to beco a Platinum Knight one day, son, but right now, I can say that even a simple Golden Knight can beat you up... yes, I know you're a Golden Knight too."
"I was able to stall a fight with Sylvester, then how am I weak?" Felix asked proudly.
Sir Baldfreak scoffed in response. "You are blinded by friendship, son. Sylvester has far surpassed you. If he wished to, he could have defeated you with one move. You have not, but I have seen him, sparred with him. His every single move has a dozen thoughts and plans behind it."
"He went easy on ?"
"No, he saved you from humiliation in front of a crowd of thousands and possibly your own family." Sir Baldfreak bluntly replied.
Felix was taken aback by this. He used to think, at least in terms of Knight's training, that he and Sylvester were the sa. But it appears he was not just wrong but also blind. "He..."
"Don't be angry at him, son. He does teach you from ti to ti and helps you grow, does he not? He's like a big brother who holds your finger and guides you. I've seen him watch you train and note what you did, good and bad.
"But, you must co out of his shadow and find your own fighting style. You need to beco strong and push yourself. Only then can you one day beco a Platinum Knight."
Felix knew there were no free als, however. "Why are you helping ?"
"Because I can't see your pathetic punches. Now co with , or I will add a hundred weighted laps around the grounds." Sir Baldfreak bood.
Felix stiffly ran after him. "Yes, Sir!"
"Each day you will spend in the Holy Land from now on will be spent on training with . I can't see your talents be wasted...it's painful."
Silently, Felix was extrely grateful for this. Sir Baldfreak may also be a re Golden Knight, but the man was old and had worked for decades before retiring as an instructor. All that experience could help him improve greatly.
After all, what Sylvester and Felix were lacking was a ntor. Finally, at least one of them found one now.
...
In the housing for priests, in his room, Gabriel shut himself close and just sat by the table to read so books about magic and faith.
"Where do souls go after death? They join the Solis?" He questioned.
Gabriel was a religious man, with light magic, Earth elents as main, and Master Wizard and Diamond Knight talent, he was already an Adept Wizard in the last level, but he still had a long way to go as a Knight since he was rely a Silver Knight right now.
But, by far, his greatest strength was Light Magic and his ability to rember the various chant prayers that help while performing various rituals.
And that brought him to this mont where he could not stop but wonder about Markus' fate. He was trying to find answers to the questions he did not know--in books written hundreds of years ago.
"I need to find soone who understands the faith better than ." He muttered and tried to think of a na. Of course, Sylvester was among the top, but he knew that couldn't help him right now.
"Archbishop Noah was our religious studies ntor. Can he help ?" He wondered and decided to give it a try. The man was always kind and gentle, so there was no risk involved.
'I hope others are doing fine.' Gabriel thought as he headed to find himself a ntor.
...
The three boys had co to accept their own shortfalls and wished to improve so one day they could take on any enemy. But, for now, the road was full of hardships, ntal and physical.
♫The light of the shining star
Let spread this light afar.
I call you forth, to help perish the evil.
Be it steel or cloth, let it burn and turn them feeble.♫
♫I am your blessed bard, I care not if life's hard.
Forever I shall stand guard to poor souls scarred.
So...♫
"Ah! It's coming!" Miraj's young boyish voice reverberated.
Sylvester happily looked at his right-hand palm that he had kept adjacent to his right shoulder, facing forward. At the sa ti, the back of his head shined with a halo.
♫So give the strength to vanquish the darkness.
I am here, standing, wishing for your light to harness...♫
"It's out!"
Woosh!
"YES!" Sylvester cheered in victory at the top of his lungs.
Poof!
But almost instantly, his shoulders fell in despair. "No! Not again! Why can't I make that move again? For Solis' sake, I did it when I was just a month old."
"Maybe you're not good enough?" Miraj asked from the sidelines.
Sylvester looked at his palm in frustration. "I don't know, Chonky. I was much weaker that ti, yet I could send out a light beam that lted wood and steel and even carved a cave in the mountain."
Sylvester tried to harness that one move he used when that zombie-like creature attacked him in the tent years ago. That was a truly overwhelmingly destructive power, and he reckoned that as long as he had it, at least he'd have an overpowered tool in his arsenal.
"It has to be at least an S-Grade move. Let's have another try... keep an eye on , Chonky."
Miraj shrugged. "Maxy, get good."
"..."
[A/N: Dear readers, suggestions are open to na this move. It looks like a beam of yellowish-white light. Extrely destructive and scalable to the user's solarium reserves. Sothing like Blessed Beam, Light Spear, Dragon Light, etc.]
[Editor note: Kahaha!]
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