At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 24 A Lie of Kindness: What Kind of Old Nun Raised Them?

Irene looked sadly at her younger brother, who had always been very sensible.

She couldn't understand why her brother, who had never done anything wrong, would steal.

As the second oldest brother in the church, he has always been strong and patient in taking care of his younger siblings. Even during the peak tourist season in Cardiff, he would go to the city square alone to perform the harmonica and earn tips from tourists to buy snacks and shoes for his younger siblings.

But she didn't think her brother had gone astray; something must have happened that forced him to do it.

And she was bumped into by the newly arrived priests and nuns. What should she do?
“I am sorry, I repent for my sins. I am guilty, respected priest. I committed a sin because of my love for food and wine. I do not ask God to forgive me, because what is done is done.”

Gavin raised his head stubbornly, looking at the priest who had helped him out of the predicament and comforted him, and bowed deeply: "Thank you very much for your help. When I grow up, I will repay you double the amount of pounds you used to help me."

Eleanor's face flushed with anger at her brother's stubborn expression: "Lying! Gavin! Grandma Zoe never taught you to lie! And you're lying to your own priest!"

"I didn't lie!" Gavin turned his neck away, not daring to look at his angry sister. His fists clenched, his shoulders trembling, his guilty conscience and self-reproach were obvious, but he still gritted his teeth and stubbornly said, "I just turned bad! I've always been a bad kid!"

Tears welled up in his eyes. It was the first time he had ever seen his sister so angry. His sister had never been angry with them before.

He knew he had upset and disappointed his sister, but he would do it again if given the chance.

Eleanor couldn't believe it. Watching Gavin shrug his shoulders, her eyes welled up with tears. "Gavin, didn't you always say you wanted to be a humble, honest, compassionate, and brave person like the Knights of the Round Table in the Arthurian legend? Why did you have to become like this!"

"Hmm?" Artoria looked at the siblings arguing, then looked carefully at the twelve-year-old boy. These were not the eyes of a bad child; he had unspeakable sorrows.

Can someone who wants to become a Knight of the Round Table be a bad kid?

"I'm sorry, sister, I can't tell you," Gavin said stubbornly, and finally knelt down in front of Eleanor and Los Saint.

"Sister, Father, could you please not tell Zoe's grandmother?"

A golden glint flashed in Los Saint's eyes. He activated his 'Source Potential' for a moment, knew what the boy was thinking, squatted down, and gently placed the Bible on the boy's head.

“Child, you must have a reason for doing this, and I believe that the children adopted by Sister Zoe are not bad children.”

"I will wait for you to repent to me."

Gavin was surprised that his impolite request would be granted. He looked up at the priest, tears welling up in his eyes, and said, "Yes, Your Honor, tomorrow, I will tell you the reason tomorrow."

Eleanor pursed her lips: "Father, you already know that... Gavin is a child adopted by the church?"

She didn't include herself because, according to the rules, children in the church must leave the church once they reach adulthood.

She remains at the church because her job prevents her from paying the rent.

Another issue is that Zoe's grandmother is too old to take care of so many younger siblings.

Now that the priest and the new nuns have taken over the church, she is certainly not allowed to continue living there, and she feels somewhat disappointed.

“Yes, you’ve already said Sister Zoe’s name, haven’t you?” Los Saint stood up. “Get up, stubborn child.”

“Could you show us the way, Ms. Eleanor?”

“Yes, please follow me, Your Honor.” Irene was unaware that she had never spoken her own name to a priest before.

Perhaps kind people would never use malice to suspect others.

Irene helped her younger brother, whose eyes were filled with tears, to his feet.

"I'm sorry... Sister Eleanor," Gavin apologized softly.

“You should apologize to Zoe’s grandmother, and you should thank the forgiving priest. I don’t believe you’ll become a bad child. I’m waiting for you to tell me why, Gavin.” Eleanor gritted her teeth. “Yes, I will apologize,” Gavin said, head bowed.

Eleanor offered a sacrament to Los Saint, then took Gavin's arm and led him toward the chapel.

"They are both very good and kind children," Joan of Arc said gently, watching the two siblings walk away.

"Did you receive any revelation?" Los Saint smiled.

Joan of Arc possessed the ability of 'divine revelation,' which was equivalent to a sixth sense, but its effects far surpassed those of a sixth sense.

This revelation applies to all her actions; for example, she will find the most suitable path when traveling, know which piece to move when playing chess, and always guide her in the most advantageous direction in everything.

She learned at the age of thirteen, based on 'revelation,' that she would lead France to reclaim its territory and end the Hundred Years' War, and she regarded 'revelation' as a message from God to her.

However, she could not explain the reason for the revelation to anyone in detail. She herself felt that it was baseless and that there was no possibility other than God's guidance.

Joan of Arc looked at Gavin's retreating figure with pity and said, "The boy is a white lie, and he is a martyr, to repay a debt of gratitude, or to redeem himself from others."

“I will not allow this to happen.”

Artoria's eyes were serious: "How could a child who wants to become a Knight of the Round Table do bad things? He is definitely a good child."

She was the one who established the eight virtues and twelve rules of chivalry.

Humility, honesty, compassion, courage, justice, sacrifice, honor, and trustworthiness.

Even if you can only do half of it, you'll still be worthy of a seat at the round table.

However, becoming one of the Twelve Knights requires not only virtue but also considerable strength; otherwise, one cannot protect others.

“Those were knights from your time, Artoria, and cannot be compared to the knights of this world.” Los Saint shook his head.

The knights of this world don't have the Eight Virtues or the Twelve Codes; they are merely the military force used by lords to maintain their rule.

Before the Middle Ages in Europe, knights all had fiefs, called knightly lords, and were considered quasi-nobles. They were also a group of people who oppressed and exploited commoners and serfs.

"Of the six people who can meet my requirements, two come from a small church and were raised by an elderly nun. I can't wait to know what their story is."

Los Saint was somewhat curious about Sister Zoe. All that Buyer had given him were records that could be found online, which only mentioned that Sister Zoe was kind to her neighbors and did her best to help those in need at the church when she was young.

He was sent by the Vatican to Cardiff at the age of fifty to take over a small chapel that had been abandoned for several years.

Irene led the way to their destination.

The church wasn't large, only about the size of a three-story house built in a rural area of ​​Xia State, but it had a very spacious backyard filled with white crosses, which were tombstones where Catholic believers would be buried after they died.

In addition to their responsibility to shelter children, churches also have the obligation to deliver babies and guard the graves of the dead to prevent the theft of remains.

Of course, this responsibility and obligation only came about after the Black Death in the Middle Ages and the subsequent church reformations; the church before that did not have this spirit of self-sacrifice.

The church hadn't been repaired in a long time, but it was very clean overall, especially the cross and angel sculptures on the roof.

An elderly woman in a nun's habit, her back slightly hunched, was carefully wiping the pews where worshippers sat during baptisms in the church. The pews were old, and it was clear that few people sat on them regularly.

Noticing someone entering the church, the elderly nun looked up and instinctively said, "Welcome to the Catholic Church. May the Lord in heaven bless you."

They were stunned when they saw who it was; it was a priest's robe.

(End of this chapter)