Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 127 Witch

"After His Majesty the Emperor prepared to become a god and establish an empire, this land fell into strife."

"The various churches led by the gods are also secretly funding the nobles of the major city-states to establish their own kingdoms, which to some extent hinders the development of our empire."

"Of course, none of them are as powerful as our empire, and they are constantly at war because of conflicts between gods. Sooner or later, they will be wiped out by us."

Under Pales's guidance, the Dream Duke made his first appearance in the upper echelons of Solomon.

"In addition, there are also some secret organizations developing in the shadows, hindering the establishment of the empire."

"Which secret organizations?" Truman suddenly had a feeling, and the power of "Imagination" was slightly touched.

Is this a capture of the trajectory of the times, or... an arrangement by a "writer"?

That feeling was strange, probably because the Imaginary Dragon sensed something was wrong during the Second Age and chose to be cautious.

"The 'Craftsmen' Alliance, the Witch Cult..." Pales listed these newly formed secret organizations.

Truman's brow furrowed suddenly, and his senses became even clearer when he heard a certain name.

Why did Adam become interested in this organization?

In the perception of the "Imagination" authority, a hidden force is orchestrating through the sea of ​​collective unconsciousness that the people of the Solomon Empire are paying attention to this organization and placing its name before them.

"The witch cult? What does that have to do with me?" Truman was a little confused. He kept his distance from witches and never paid any attention to them, but now Adam had forcibly brought them to him.

"Tell me about this 'Witch Cult'," Truman requested.

"Alright," Pales nodded slightly, cherishing this opportunity to perform in front of the Dream Duke. "We have already had several clandestine battles with the Witch Cult, some of which involved demigods."

"It is said that the Witch Cult has two pillars of faith: one is the true Witch God, the messenger of the end times."

"The second one is fantasy..."

Pales suddenly paused, his eyes widening slightly. He suddenly realized that the person in front of him was none other than the one known as "Dream".

I should have avoided mentioning the "Witch Cult," a secret organization with something amiss. There are countless secret organizations, big and small, so why did I list this one?

"Ha!" Truman chuckled lightly. "How come I didn't know I had a witch's follower?"

With a large number of followers in the starry sky, he hadn't personally paid attention to the believers on Earth for a long time. The dreamlike idol with fixed ritual magic was enough to deal with all the believers here.

"Go on," Truman nodded.

"..." Pales knew he might have messed up, but he could only grit his teeth and continue.

If... this witch cult was truly secretly established by the Duke of Dreams, does that mean I've uncovered some kind of secret? Will I be killed to silence me?

I haven't even started using the lifespan I casually stole yet, the newly built castle isn't finished, and tonight's dinner is going to be a special elven delicacy...

"The dream of the witch's faith is the salvation of the apocalypse, the only light in the world." Pales felt a cold sweat trickle down his forehead, sensing something was wrong.

"There has never been any demigod or higher witch whose faith is directed at me..." Truman sensed all his demigod or higher followers.

The role of a witch is very different from the doctrines of the Dream Cult. Once a witch goes through stages of "pain" and "despair," few witches can maintain their true selves and conform to the Dream Cult's doctrines.

This "devil" approach is similar, not because Truman is discriminatory, but because some of the roles played in both approaches are too inhumane.

Those believers who do not conform to the doctrines of the Dream God are generally not recorded by the Dream God statue.

"The witch cult's belief in me must be suspicious."

Truman suddenly realized that this was probably why Adam had brought this message to him.

Adam wanted to make a deal with him. He would make certain arrangements for the witch cult, and Truman wouldn't even need to lift a finger. The truth would soon be revealed to him.

However, similarly, some of the ideas that Truman had at that gathering of angels could not be put into practice.

Truman remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. A certain power surged within the divine emblem on his chest, vindicating the matter.

He will not stop Adam's plans in the short term, until Adam uncovers the secrets hidden within the Witch Cult.

"The leader of the Witch Cult is Chick, a 'Doomsday Witch'," Pales suddenly said in front of Truman.

"Since its establishment, the Witch Cult has been spreading its dreamlike beliefs on a large scale, in an extremely distorted form."

Pales had completely changed; his eyes reflected a phantom sea of ​​collective unconsciousness.

He was controlled by Adam through the sea of ​​collective unconsciousness and uttered these messages that Truman found important.

"In your ducal castle, there is a 'Despair Witch' who worships dreams." After saying these words, Pales returned to normal, even forgetting that he had said those words.

"My ducal castle..." Truman nodded to Palles, then wandered directly to his castle.

This is the Solomon family's dream castle, modeled after the fairytale castle in Gensokyo—a castle Solomon had seen in Gensokyo.

Truman entered the castle, and coincidentally, a witch dressed as a maid appeared before him.

"The 'Despair Witch' who believes in 'dreams'." This sentence sounds strange no matter how you look at it.

Truman's gaze fell on the witch demigod.

This woman truly lives up to her name as a witch; she has an extremely fair and sweet appearance, and her tall figure makes the bulky maid outfit look slim and full.

Her eyes were lifeless, and her beautiful face still bore traces of tears and fear, trapped in a state of knowing she was being manipulated yet unable to escape.

"Wake up." Truman led the maid into the drawing room and released her from the hypnotic state.

Silently, two tears streamed down the face of the despairing witch. In an instant, she understood her predicament through her memories. That bizarre and indescribable state filled her with terror...and despair.

"Digestion complete?" Truman raised an eyebrow slightly. Digesting despair was perfectly reasonable.

"Look at me, who am I?" Truman used the power of "imagination" to smooth over the witch's mental wounds, allowing her to look directly into the dream.

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Also within the Solomon family's territory, there is a cathedral of the Creator that still adheres to its traditions.

Such churches are not lacking in the whole world. After all, that era had only declined for less than ten years, and there were still a large number of believers in the Creator who were holding back their faith.

Such believers will be the key to competition among major churches.

In the center of the small church stands a huge cross, and beneath the cross sits a priest dressed in a simple white robe.

(End of this chapter)