The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 181 - Nine Heaven Rewards the Diligent _ 5

Chapter 181: Chapter Nine: Heaven Rewards the Diligent _ 5

Chapter 181 -Nine: Heaven Rewards the Diligent _ 5

Kent was somewhat unclear about what the Archbishop meant by a “special time,” but he vaguely sensed that it probably had to do with internal political struggles within The Kingdom of Nicosia. He didn’t want to understand matters that were irrelevant to him, “So the Archbishop means…? Oh, right, my two subordinates also discovered that this Lord seems to show little interest in missionary work. He has adopted a more lenient policy towards missionary work than the Homer region. Many smaller Sects have seized this opportunity to enter the region and grow, though we haven’t found any members of the Great Mysterium Sect openly establishing a foothold there.”

“Hmm, this trend is indeed worth attention. I will write a letter to Archbishop Heseltine of the Nicosia Diocese and Bishop Tulado of the Homer region, asking them to pay attention to the situation in the area. Missionary work is something that our Church of Light has never been content to fall behind in, especially within The Kingdom of Nicosia. However, I must also remind Captain Kent to ensure that knights Green and Jep must persevere in completing the tasks assigned to them. Although we cannot take action now due to lack of evidence and the current environment, if we have conclusive evidence that proves this Lord is indeed a dark wizard, particularly a Necromancer, then no matter who he is, we must take decisive measures. Of course, we need to notify me first before taking any action to ensure our response is coordinated. Besides, our intervention doesn’t necessarily have to mean the death of the other party. As long as they are willing to change their ways, the doors of our Church of Light are always open to those who have lost their way and seek to return.”

Archbishop Frenster’s words were righteously inspiring, touching Captain Kent’s heart like the evening drum and the morning bell. Even Kent himself didn’t understand why he was so easily moved at this time, perhaps the special environment and atmosphere made it easier for him, a knight dedicated to the Church of Light, to unite with the God of Light.

Naturally, he was unaware that the Archbishop in front of him was using the Heart Cleansing spell on him once again, now with the addition of the Holy Spirit’s Voice to purify, deepening this Paladin’s fidelity who was somewhat dissatisfied with the Church’s involvement in secular power struggles.

Kent’s departure once again plunged the main hall of Pericles Cathedral into an elegant and quiet state. Located in his chair, Frenster quietly savored the moment of serenity before him. Life is like a game of chess; not every move can be controlled, but as long as one can predict the trends and hold the overall situation in hand, it is sufficient. Perfection lies in imperfection, and in choosing—only by letting go, can one gain something, a realization not everyone understands.

Slender, delicate fingers, like those of a woman’s, tapped lightly on the armrest of the large chair. Only in solitude like this could Frenster let go of everything, as the shadows and worries on his face reemerged.

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None of this mattered now. The sound of bells from the West Fan Palace, not five miles from Pericles Cathedral, rang out. It was a privilege reserved for His Holiness the Pope alone—the honor of using the Holy Virtue Golden Bell, whose resonant tolls, though unremarkable, could be heard for miles. This kind of honor was probably the ultimate pursuit of every Archbishop.

Thinking of this, Frenster couldn’t help but let out a wry laugh. When had he, too, started to analyze himself so deeply? Saints seem to have become a term of legend, and a person without desire, even within the Church of Light, would likely struggle to survive, wouldn’t they?

Licking his lower lip subconsciously, his gaze swept over the black, plain wooden benches lining the central hall, Frenster stood up and strolled leisurely to the entrance of the hall. The golden sunshine spilled over the Square outside the cathedral, radiant and brilliant. The buildings on both sides of the square stood tall and imposing, the spectacle grand and magnificent against the clear blue sky and the piercing rays of sunlight.

In the fountain at the center of the square, water sprayed high, glistening with ripples. Startled doves took flight, their wings contrasting with the staid solemnity of the surrounding architecture, embodying motion and stillness, light and shadow, harmony, and unity all in one.

The Pope’s health also seemed to be undergoing an unimaginable miracle, able to endure to this day without falter. Frenster found it hard to believe, but it was indeed the case. Full of ambition, yet forced to hold it within, he understood that everything still required waiting and patience.

The madmen at the Court seemed to have sensed something as well, Noyola was unusually active. Could it be that he wanted to join the fray, or was he unwilling to let this position slip through his fingers?

His usually clear and serene gaze became somewhat hazy and uncertain. The soft thud of the scepter hitting the floor suddenly brought the bewildered Archbishop back to clarity, chastising himself inwardly. How could he entertain other wishes at such a time? After decades of striving, was he really becoming timid at the very end? If the soul was already tainted with the dust of the mundane, there was no need to pretend to be holy; perhaps returning to his true nature was not a bad choice.