Chapter 897: Chapter 14 Divine Arts_3 Chapter 897: Chapter 14 Divine Arts_3 Winters sighed, “It’s a long story.”
Anna could feel that Winters was sowhat heavy-hearted and reached out to hold her lover’s arm, “It’s so cold, let’s go ho first.”
After much thought, Winters still decided not to tell Anna for the ti being.
At this mont, he began to understand the profound aning behind his foster father’s words: “You don’t know what we’ve sacrificed.”
Can love really make a person accept another unreservedly, in their entirety?
Including all their flaws and darkness?
Who knows?
...
Not to ntion love, even when it cos to blood relations—can a son truly accept all the “bad” things his parents have done without reservation?
Winters really wanted to be honest with Anna, as the most difficult thing in the world is to not be understood or empathized with by anyone.
It’s like a middle-aged farr stopping his farm work, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and looking toward the horizon.
Passersby might think the farr is slacking off, but who dares to say that the inner world of an ordinary farr doesn’t have its tumults? Who knows what hardships he has experienced in his life?
Or maybe the converse is easier to understand: Having a “confidant” is sothing to be most grateful for in life.
But Winters didn’t dare to explain because he vaguely felt that the process and outco of this matter wouldn’t look good. He didn’t want Anna to fear him or think of him as a “bad person.”
Winters finally understood why the Revodan Church was determined to kill Saul, even offering such a high price—they weren’t just trying to kill a heretical theologian; they were trying to kill soone who might have already lost control as a practitioner of Divine Arts.
Perhaps since the Reformation Association was purged, the Revodan Church has been waiting for Saul.
Maybe they had sent people to investigate within the Hurd tribes, but to no avail.
So they could only lie in wait, continue waiting if there was no news, and imdiately find a way to execute him if there was.
Winters even had a guess that he didn’t voice: Perhaps Father Kaman was the one waiting for Saul.
To deal with a spellcaster, the best weapon is another spellcaster. So, what about sending a priest to deal with another priest?
The Allied Army didn’t have a dedicated departnt to purge spellcasters—or at least, Winters didn’t know if there was such a departnt for dealing with spellcasters within the Allied Army.
However, after self-evaluation, Winters concluded that if there wasn’t such an enforcent departnt, it would be extrely dangerous in the event of a spellcaster losing control.
For example, Winters—if he lost control and walked into the Throne Hall where a eting was ongoing, not a single Vineta Officer would make it out alive.
If the Alliance didn’t have such a departnt, it could perhaps be explained by the fact that the ‘spellcaster system is still in its infancy and not yet perfect.’
Then, for a church that has lasted for a thousand years and can command the users of Divine Arts, does an ‘enforcent’ departnt exist within?
However, this hypothesis also had so logical inconsistencies: For instance, if Saul did not show up, was Kaman going to wait indefinitely? Would the church really be willing to invest so much just for a priest who might already be dead?
Winters’ thoughts then drifted to the subtle relationship between Kaman and Mrs. Ellen Mitchell… and his head began to throb faintly again.
Back to old man Saul.
Sheltering an elderly heretical theologian is one thing; sheltering a practitioner of Divine Arts is another.
And the risks and rewards are disproportionately skewed; the elderly practitioner of Divine Arts, although condemned, remains devout.
In Winters’ view, if devotion could be asured, then Saul’s devotion would be deeper than Kaman’s.
Kaman could not tolerate any attack on the church, and like a hedgehog, he would bristle up in the face of provocation.
Saul, on the other hand, could calmly discuss ‘heresies’ and was the epito of ‘I am sinful, I have converted, but my soul forever belongs to the Lord.’
“Anna.” As they entered the door, Winters softly called out.
“Mhm.” Anna helped Winters take off his coat.
“I will explain it to you later, okay?”
“Mhm.”
Winters let out a long, relieved sigh, and embraced Anna from behind; contact with her body always gave him a special sense of security: “I want to say so romantic words that would make you blush, but I don’t know what to say. Can you imagine it for yourself?”
“This is the hallway,” Anna’s cheeks flushed red: “Mrs. Madeleine will co by.”
“Then how about the bedroom? I’m okay with either.”
“You naughty guy! You really are!” Anna bit her teeth, forcefully stepping on the tip of Winters’ boot, but then she felt a hint of despondency: “Regarding Mr. Leo, I don’t think it can be dragged out any longer.”
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