Chapter 113 - Gawain’s Morals (2/2)
Amber batted her eyes. “Then you—”
Gawain’s smile became even more unrestrained. “So haven’t I already started laying down the rules?”
“…It could work this way too?!”
…
Meanwhile, on the ship White Oak, which was now far from the Cecil territory and currently sailing on the White River, Veronica was in her own praying room.
She was still dressed in a plain white nun gown, long pale-blond hair softly spreading behind her head; there were no luxurious accessories on her at all. She knelt before the statue of the God of Holy Light, her hands crossed on her chest, imitating the form of the two intersecting rays of Holy Light on the emblem. Plenty of light elements circled and danced around her, like many translucent little angels, surrounding and protecting this matchless pious believer of the Holy Light.
She prayed sincerely, letting the radiance gradually envelop the statue of the God of Holy Light whose features were blurred and could not be distinguished with the naked eye. When she finished a passage of prayers, she then opened her eyes and looked towards the thick candle that was burning before the statue.
The flame of the thick candle danced a few times and abruptly changed from orange to a pure white color. The flame also expanded several times, turning into a pure light beam. This radiance shook and shrunk, slowly becoming the image of an old man.
The old man sat in a chair. Though he appeared to be rather dignified, he was clearly aged and frail. And if there were any believers of the God of Holy Light here, they would recognize at first glance that this was the Church of Holy Light’s supreme ruler, Pope Saint Ivan III.
Veronica bowed her head slightly. “Your Holiness.”
The slightly distorted voice of the Pope sounded from the light. “Child favored by the Holy Light, you’re on your return journey?”
“Yes, I’ve left the Cecil territory. The fleet should be approaching the mouth of the Dolgon River now.”
“Has everything gone smoothly during this trip? Is Gawain Cecil opposed to our Lord?”
Veronica pondered for two seconds and replied with a gentle voice. “Everything has been going well. Gawain Cecil is indeed that legend from seven hundred years ago and not an ignoble evil soul in the mortal world that has stolen a hero’s body. He spoke composedly under the illumination of the Holy Light and is a person with a noble and pure character.”
“In that case, that’s good. I’ve been hearing the voice of the Lord frequently in recent years. He wants me to teach the right way of the Holy Light to the common people, and Gawain Cecil happened to resurrect at this point. It was truly a matter of concern. However, now that you’ve confirmed he isn’t an opposer of the Lord, I am much at ease.”
Veronica’s hands overlapped as she bowed deeply. “My Lord’s way will definitely spread throughout the entire world.”
The candle was gradually burning out; the power of the theurgy had also reached its end. The voice coming from the radiance became weaker. “Come back as quickly as possible. Do not be held up en route lest the filthy commoners affect the purity of your Holy Light. Return to the Church of Holy Light…”
The light disappeared; all that was left of the candle were some pale ashes. The Pope’s aura had also left this place.
Veronica waited for another few seconds before slowly standing up and quietly gazing at the statue of the God of Holy Light.
She spoke softly, as if murmuring to herself.
“That is actually a nonbeliever, right?”
“Yes, not only does he have no beliefs, he opposes the way of the Holy Light.”
“He seems to only be against gods and not the Holy Light…”
“In short, he is neither a servant of the Holy Light nor a pawn of the darkness.”
“Very interesting…”
“Very interesting.”