Chapter 540: 538 Statent_1
Dong —— Dong —— Dong ——
The bell of the Central Cathedral in Winterfell City rings.
Yet this sound lacks the usual leisure and grandeur, rather, it felt especially anxious, inducing inexplicable panic in those who hear it.
Bishop Eritus hastily steps into the Prayer Hall, approaching the Archbishop Agani, who was silently praying in front of the statue of the Lord of Glory.
“Archbishop, I just received news, Turennes has been killed in Lion Roar Castle! Moreover, the St. Hilde family has declared war on the Pope!”
Despite Bishop Eritus’s efforts to remain calm, his voice inadvertently reveals his inner fear.
Agani seems indifferent to this shocking news, her expression unchanged, only staring blankly at the statue of the Lord of Glory in front of her, she unexpectedly asks:
“Bishop Eritus, has this statue been replaced?”
“Ah?” Bishop Eritus is flabbergasted for a mont before regaining his composure, reining in his inner restlessness, he answers, “perhaps… the previous statue was too old, hence it was replaced with a new one.”
“Oh.” Archbishop Agani tilts her head and says jokingly, “Indeed, it’s ti for a new one.”
Bishop Eritus looks at the bizarre actions of the Archbishop of the Northern Territory and suddenly realizes sothing, he can’t help but ask:
“Archbishop, what are you trying to say?”
Agani turns around, a radiant smile erges on her beautiful face, she asks:
“Bishop Eritus, are the charges by the St. Hilde family on Pope and Cardinal Turennes true?”
Bishop Eritus opens his mouth, unsure of how to answer this question.
He knows very well that the Pope and the Cardinal are not innocent, they indeed plotted against Duke St. Hilde and Count Angler, but sohow, they ssed up.
The outburst from the St. Hilde family right now is perfectly understandable.
However, what Bishop Eritus does not understand is that even as the Archbishop of the North Territory, Agani is not one bit nervous. On the contrary, she seems… anticipatory…
Staring at the Archbishop Agani, Bishop Eritus finally sees a hint of madness hidden deep within her eyes. He now understands the aning behind her seemingly senseless question earlier –
She might be wanting to force the Pope to step down!
At that mont, Bishop Eritus feels a chill running through his body.
But thinking about the dreadful consequences this could bring, he forces himself to calm down and earnestly advises:
“Archbishop, I don’t know what your plans are, but the Pope and the Church are together in honor and disgrace!
If the lords succeed this ti, the Church will completely lose face and won’t have any dignity left!”
However, Agani shakes her head indifferently, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing her excitent, she says, “The actions of so people have already disgraced the Church. If our Lord’s statue is old and needs to be replaced, then so does our Lord’s spokesman.”
Bishop Eritus looks dumbfounded at Agani as if this was the first ti eting her.
After a mont of silence, Bishop Eritus becos serious and sternly says:
“Archbishop Agani, do you understand what you are doing? At this crucial mont, your untily ambition will lead you into an irreparable abyss!”
Agani gives a slight smile, seemingly unfazed by the rude words of Bishop Eritus, she replies dispassionately:
“Bishop Eritus, I can confidently say that my actions will not tarnish the glory of our Lord. Can you say the sa?”
Bishop Eritus gives a cold laugh, dismissing Agani’s justification and bluntly reprimands her:
“Agani, you will be the sinner of the Church! The sinner of the Empire!”
Agani shakes her head, seeming to have lost patience with Bishop Eritus. So, she coldly remarks:
“Bishop Eritus, let remind you one more ti, the St. Hilde family is not an obedient flock of sheep, do not forget, how the last Bishop of Winterfell city died.”
Having said that, she strides out.
Watching the receding back of Archbishop Agani, Bishop Eritus wanted to shout out to stop her several tis, but ultimately lacked the courage to do so.
Until he was the only one left in the Prayer Hall, Bishop Eritus slowly turns his head to look at the statue of the Lord of Glory placed on the Holy Light Altar, his eyes gradually filled with confusion.
The faceless statue of the Lord of Glory naturally has no expression, nor can it have any.
Without sadness, without joy, without fright, without anger, It watched all things in the world.
…
“Pope Gregory must give an explanation to the Northerners!”
Outside the Central Cathedral of Winterfell City, a Northerner shouted angrily towards the direction of the gate.
Imdiately, a devout believer stepped forward to stop this person.
“You blasphemous beast, dare to question the spokesperson of our Lord!”
“Gregory is not fit to represent our Lord!”
“Then who is? Is it you?”
“At least soone who conspires against Duke St. Hilde is definitely not worthy!”
“This matter has not been confird yet, on what grounds are you slandering under the papal crown!”
“At least the Church should give an explanation!”
“Yes, we need an explanation!”
…
After Marquis Garcia declared war on the Pope, the Northerners were first stunned. Subsequently, a violent public opinion storm began from Lion Roar Castle, sweeping through the entire Winterfell City at an extrely fast speed.
So people believed that the Pope’s behavior was extrely despicable and he must be held accountable for it, yet others thought Marquis Garcia’s accusations might not be true, seeking the Church to clarify.
The noisy scene outside the church at this mont was a microcosm of this public opinion storm.
As Archbishop Agani was about to leave the church, a priest attempted to persuade her:
“Archbishop, at this ti anything you say could be highly sensitive, perhaps it’s best not to appear publicly, contacting the Holy See first would be the best choice.”
However, Agani looked at the priest deeply, and said icily: “I am the Archbishop of the North Territory, what I should do, it’s not your place to dictate !”
The priest was taken aback, but before he could react, he saw Agani marching out.
When this beautiful Archbishop, radiant with holy purity, stepped out of the church’s main gate, the noisy crowd instantly quieted down, but soon after, the commotion resud.
“Lady Agani, did Pope Gregory really undermine Duke St. Hilde?”
“Lady Agani, how do you respond to the allegations of Marquis Garcia?”
“Lady Agani…”
Agani gestured for the crowd to calm down.
When the scene was again quiet, she drew a symbol of holy light in front of her chest, and with a tone filled with compassion and sorrow, said:
“The glory of the Supre Lord shall not be profaned! Even his spokesn are no exception!”
Wow——
As soon as these words ca out, the crowd gathered outside the church started boiling over.
“Lady Agani, are you admitting that Pope Gregory conspired against Duke St. Hilde?”
“Lady Agani, did you know about this conspiracy in advance?”
“Lady Agani, how is the Church preparing to deal with this matter?”
…
With the crowd pushing forward like a tidal wave, the church guards scaredly escorted Agani back in, barely managing to close the main gate again.
Inside, a group of priests watched Agani with complex expressions, so in agreent, so filled with contempt, and so flashing insights as if they understood sothing.
But Agani was oblivious to all of this, silently walking toward her own residence.
As if completely unaware of the storm her words might stir up.
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