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Chapter 950: Show of Hands?
Chapter 950: Show of Hands?
"This is His Highness Lyon, a prince."
Without seeming to notice the peculiarity of the two clerics, the "Prince Ferne" casually introduced Lyon's name and status. He then led him through a dedicated passageway towards the main building of the Anointing Chapel.
The two clerics, despite their intentions to stop them, remained silent as they watched the guards following Prince Ferne. Eventually, they stomped their feet and followed, indicating with a meaningful glance:
"Your Highness! The baptismal ceremony is about to begin, and the chapel is filled with people. You see..."
"I think it's fine."
"It's not that... We meant, since the Deephold Sanctuary is currently 'purifying' for the ceremony, those with hair colors that aren't pure enough, should they..."
"What do you mean by 'not pure enough'?"
After hearing the two clerics' anxious advice, Prince Ferne paused, glanced at the two white-haired clerics, and then asked indifferently:
"Are there any people left in Lily City with completely 'pure' hair colors?"
"Your Highness, that's not what we meant..."
"Then what do you mean?"
Suddenly raising his right hand, he roughly pulled off the hoods of the two clerics, revealing their hair, also a mix of black and white. Prince Ferne hummed:
"If, according to your standards, those with 'impure' hair colors aren't allowed inside, then what about the two of you? Should the High Patriarch Obscur also be driven out of the sanctuary by you?"
"..."
"Your Highness, Prince Ferne."
As the two clerics were left speechless, Lyon, deep in thought, first looked at Prince Ferne, whose face was filled with anger, and then calmly advised:
"I don't insist on going in. Since the Deephold Church has 'purification' requirements, I can wait for you outside."
"No need, just follow me."
"It's not necessary."
Lyon blinked unconsciously, staring at the "Prince Ferne" before him, and said without blinking:
"There's no need for special treatment. Aren't rules the most important thing in the Kingdom of Kalenv?"
"Hehe, you don't need to worry about that."
Prince Ferne smiled at these words and continued walking forward, replying:
"The rules here, big or small, are set by the church itself. They only apply to believers who willingly abide by them and aren't legally recognized by the kingdom. Their only power is to expel those who don't follow the rules... Are you going to drive me out?"
"..."
"Since they haven't said anything, they won't drive anyone out."
Glancing at the two clerics, who didn't know what to say, Prince Ferne completely ignored them. Instead, he continued pulling Lyon towards the central Anointing Chapel, enthusiastically introducing it:
"Your Highness Lyon, this Anointing Chapel is one of the few buildings in Lily City with colors other than pure white... Look here!"
Leading Lyon to the side, they stopped beneath the spire on the left of the chapel's main entrance. Prince Ferne reached out and rubbed the joints of the white sandstone, revealing large pieces of gold leaf embedded horizontally.
"These gold leaves embedded in the joints of the white sandstone, aside from symbolizing the divine mending of the mortal world, are also polished into very smooth mirror surfaces. At noon, they reflect sunlight back onto the flat roof above the chapel, projecting an image of the Mother of Darkness."
Raising his hand somewhat perfunctorily, Prince Ferne pointed at the image slowly disappearing on the chapel's roof and then took the initiative to step into the chapel, pointing at the high, intricately arranged stained glass windows and continuing his introduction:
"As for the high windows of the chapel, they are rose windows cast in layers like rose petals, using cobalt blue, gilded, and pearl white glass. During heavy rainstorms, a small portion of the rainwater accumulates inside the glass, condensing the core scriptures of the Deephold and Luminary Churches."
"And beneath the windows, the flying buttresses correspond one-to-one, and the reliefs beneath the columns of these flying buttresses record the ancestors of our Eastern and Western Carleva Kingdoms, who relied on the support of certain 'friendly forces' to establish the two Carleva Kingdoms on both sides of the Kalewen River... You should know this, right?"
Huh? Aren't you going to pretend anymore?
Looking at the sudden shift in the atmosphere, Lyon could only sigh as he turned to face Prince Vernon, who was directly questioning him. He stopped the illusion he was casting around the prince and prepared to deceive his senses at any moment.
Moreover, in addition to this, even the actions of secretly invading Prince Vernon's Lake of Insight, setting up direct delivery marks to the Deadly Realm around his soul, and preparing to activate the Scarlet Core to launch a sneak attack, all came to a halt as well.
"I guess I know a little bit."
Secretly commanding the Sheepscum to set up the Scarlet Core in the Mirror World, ready to activate it at the first sign of abnormality and immediately drain all the blood from Prince Vernon's body, Lyon calmly said:
"Your ancestors from the Eastern and Western Carleva Kingdoms, driven by the desire to watch over the entire human race, became the sitting palace attendants of the Palace of Observation.
And the Cleanup Bureau, as promised, helped their descendants gather nearby city-states and settlements according to their wishes, establishing a kingdom on each side of the Kalewen River... But now, only one remains."
"It's not just one that remains, but both are already gone."
After correcting Lyon's statement, Prince Vernon slightly tilted his head, avoiding the Mimicry power that tried to erode his hearing, and said with a cold expression:
"The Brave Nation and the Nation of Justice that our ancestors yearned for did exist for a few hundred years. However, they gradually decayed, eventually becoming putrid and purulent, slowly transforming into what we see today."
"Oh..."
Lyon glanced at his ear regretfully and blinked, asking:
"So, what do you want to do? Cut out the putrid flesh from your mouth?"
"Cutting out the putrid flesh is meaningless."
After shaking his head in disagreement with Lyon's statement, Prince Vernon's gaze burned intensely as he said:
"If I've learned anything in the process of trying to change all this... it's that everything related to humans, if it exists for too long, will inevitably decay!"
"So?"
Hearing this, Lyon raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Do humans have limits? You don't plan on being human anymore?"
"???"
No... How did you come to this conclusion?
Lyon's sudden change in thought stretched the Prince's momentum, which had just been raised and then deflated. After a moment of silence, he could only pretend he hadn't heard and continued with a stiff expression:
"This is true for the Thirteen Kingdoms and the Cleanup Bureau that created them!
They should have quietly faded into oblivion when they became irredeemably rotten, but they avoided this fate by relying on their own power, forcibly preserving their long-decayed corpses... This is wrong!"
(End of Chapter)
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