"Mother, what did you find out from the interrogation?"
Upon seeing Flora stepping into her own palace, Anos stood up and went to et her.
The pastor of the Primordial Church shook her head,
"Nothing, Anos, she doesn’t want to say anything in front of ."
As Flora spoke, she gently stroked her daughter’s long hair.
Anos subconsciously took a half step back.
Flora’s hand was empty; she slowly withdrew it without saying anything.
Because the pastor knew that now Anos was losing the scant emotions she had left.
Even the touch of a loved one could no longer be felt as kind, but rather showed the caution of facing a stranger.
For Flora,
all this was heartbreaking, but it was all worth it.
Once Anos ascended to the Thunderbolt Star, a new Divine King would descend upon the world, she would be the new Prophet, beside her would be Six Gods to escort her.
And that wretched harlot would be thrown into the great fire, everyone would recognize the truth that had been hidden for thousands of years, and once again convert under the true teachings of the Primordial Church, a new era would thus begin.
Flora waited for that day, a very long ti.
Since the very first pastor of the Primordial Church had been waiting.
"Anos, just keep her well guarded, nothing else is necessary, on that day, your ceremony will begin, no one can stop God’s will."
Flora spoke softly, her face full of fervor.
In the pastor’s view, Mira would not be the true Envoy, the real Envoy is her daughter Anos, and Mira is at most an angel obeying Solamus.
Anos pondered for a mont.
Then the co-ruling Emperor said:
"Mother, lock her in the Bone Church, seal her with the thods of the Lady of Suffering, and additionally, make arrangents for sufficient people to seal her hands, otherwise..."
"Anos, is it necessary to be so cautious?"
Flora asked sowhat puzzledly,
"At most she is a deceiver obeying Solamus."
The Empress shook her head, without explaining much, only saying:
"Mother, you are the pastor."
After hearing this, Flora was first stunned, then fervently nodded her head.
She incessantly said:
"Anos, no, great Envoy, Leo and I have always been waiting for that day to co.
On you, not only God’s mission is entrusted but also sothing trivial—our expectations."
Anos did not respond, she just silently nodded her head.
On the shoulders of the co-ruling Emperor, too much was entrusted, if not for a heart of cold gold, just the pain would be enough to crush her, push her down into a grave, never to climb out again.
The more perceptive and intelligent, the more worries they collect, and many wise ones upon sudden enlightennt realize the futility of life, everything is futile, in all the futility, only God remains.
Anos understood, in such a situation, there was no path to salvation except through seeking God’s help.
Fortunately...
She had a heart made of gold.
...
...
Deep inside the Imperial Palace stood a plainly decorated, and even in its entirety an oddly shaped grey building.
The co-ruling Emperor, accompanied by a maid, pushed open the door and saw Mira, who had been under house arrest for many days.
"I hope they have not mistreated you."
After Anos entered the room, she waved her hand to close the door made of Forbidden Magic Gold.
The entire room was not made by human hands, but by the 26th Emperor, who had invited master craftsn from the Dwarf and Three-eyed Ape People to forge it together, and afterward, a highly respected Druid had set up a ritual array for it.
Here, the Ancient Language was ineffective. After generations, mortals had already understood that the power of the Ancient Language lay in communicating the power of the Stars, so this room was built on that principle, severing the communication between the Mortal World and the Celestial Kingdom.
Mira looked like usual, healthy, clever, full of energy. She looked at Anos as if she had known the co-ruling Emperor would co.
"No, I’m fine. Your subordinates have provided with three als a day, and even fine wine."
Mira sat on the bench, saying this.
Anos picked up a golden teak chair, lifted the hem of her robe with one hand, and sat down gracefully and swiftly.
She looked at Mira with profound aning.
Mira turned her face and asked:
"What is it?"
Anos slowly spoke:
"I have sothing to ask."
"What do you want to ask?"
The Empress did not hasten to blurt out her question, but first stated:
"It won’t be long before you will be sent to the Bone Church, and I will also go there to complete the final ritual.
At that ti, the elders of the Primordial Church will gather in the Holy Land for the first ti in hundreds of years. I believe they will be greatly disappointed to see you."
Mira scratched her head, sowhat puzzled, and asked:
"Why do you say that?"
"The Primordial Church has been divided internally because of you, so elders started believing there truly is another Envoy."
Anos paused, mocking:
"How ridiculous."
Mira nodded in sudden enlightennt.
Proclaiming herself as the Envoy to the Primordial Church, that was exactly her aim, and now it was half achieved.
"Distance generates endless imagination, but when those elders see you in person, they will understand you are not really the Envoy of the Primordial Church, and my mother will also expose your identity."
Mira listened, nodding as if she quite agreed with Anos’s words.
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