What if you ascend to the wrong world?

But she was the kind of person who couldn't sit still, so it wasn't long before she started.

"On my way here, I saw a lot of people at Qiming Square. In addition to the two Archbishops of the Church of Dawn in Cyril, they all came."

If that regional knight hadn't been there, she would have stayed there for a while.

Do you know what happened?

At Qiming Square, two archbishops?

Irene Vitte frowned slightly.

"I don't know."

Just as the church couldn't command her, she never participated in the church's internal affairs.

only……

Aside from the two archbishops of Cyril appearing in the Plaza de la Enlightenment, such an event is extremely rare.

It seems that something very serious has happened within the church.

"Do you know Ye Tu?" Ivia turned around and glanced back.

But before Ye Tu could reply.

"Never mind, forget I asked."

If this guy doesn't know, then Ye Tu, who came with her, is even less likely to know.

"Actually, I do know," Ye Tu said with a smile.

what?

"If nothing unexpected happens, Cyril will likely lose his position as archbishop."

impossible!

Ivia instinctively wanted to retort.

Before coming, she had learned about the Dawn Empire's system.

While calling it an 'empire', she felt it would be more appropriate to call it a 'theocracy'.

As the supreme ruler of a country, the Pope is essentially the same as the 'emperor' of other countries.

It's still the kind of "emperor" who combines "monarchical power" and "divine power," and who doesn't need to be responsible to anyone except the gods, with boundless power.

In the Dawn Empire, the archbishop, as a 'potential papacy', is like a 'crown prince'.

Moreover, due to the unique nature of the Dawn Empire itself.

The struggle for the papacy is not that intense.

At least, it's not as bloody as other countries, where people die all the time.

After the new pope is elected, the other two archbishops will not be purged.

As the most devout followers of the Lord of Dawn, one will take charge of the Holy Judgment Office, while the other will gain control of the semi-artifact, the Tears of Dawn.

It can be said that the Archbishop himself was already a transcendent being standing at the very top of the Dawn Empire.

Appointment and removal of personnel of this caliber?

It not only requires a series of complicated procedures, but also the consent of the Pope, two other archbishops, and half of the bishops.

More importantly, this behavior would 'offend' the gods to some extent.

Even the most devout believers have wavered in their faith; could that be the Lord of Dawn himself...?

In short, the Dawn Empire has not seen this situation for many years.

Why would you say that?

Ye Tu, although he occasionally makes jokes, has never told a lie.

He must have had a reason for saying that.

Irene Wet, standing to the side, seemed to have thought of something:

"Is it related to the person he was in contact with?"

"good."

Ivia looked completely bewildered.

Who is that person?

Could it be the one you guys were talking about last time, the one I shouldn't know now?!

Just then.

The crystal ball on the desk in front of Irene Vitte suddenly flashed.

She glanced at them, then turned back to look at the two of them:

"It's confirmed. From today onwards, Cyril is no longer the archbishop."

That's really true!

……

……

Dawn Cathedral.

Beneath the central hall where the statue of the deity is enshrined, there is a closed space without windows, connected to the outside world only by a door.

Cyril had already taken off his golden-white divine robes, wearing only a simple white undergarment, and sat cross-legged on the bed against the wall with his eyes closed.

squeak~

With a sickeningly soft click, the tightly closed door was opened.

Cyril opened his eyes, a deep, dark shadow flashing across the depths of his pupils.

Looking up at the person who had arrived, a cold smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

“Cyril, do you know your crime?” Elliott said softly.

Compared to a few days ago, he now looks much older, with his simple gray robe hanging loosely on his thin body.

His eyes were cloudy, and he could not see a single ray of light.

He was swaying precariously, exuding an aura of death.

"crime?"

Cyril did not become hysterical as expected; instead, he remained unusually calm.

“I have never wavered in my faith in my Lord, so where does the sin come from?”

Elliott was extremely disappointed upon hearing this answer.

"Even now, you still show no remorse?"

Although he had followed the oracle to push things forward, now that things had come to this point, he still hoped that Cyril would remember his faith in the Lord.

“Repent?” Cyril sneered.

"You are too arrogant, Elliott."

“Compared to me, you are the sinner who is not devout to the Lord.”

"..."

This statement immediately silenced Elliott.

Has his mind been warped to this extent by the influence of that apostle of original sin?

With a soft sigh, Elliott, utterly disappointed with Cyril, immediately lost the will to continue the conversation and turned to leave.

But just as he was about to walk out...

Cyril, who was behind him, suddenly said something very strange.

"Elliott, do you believe you worship the true Lord, or the God in your own heart?"

He paused in his steps.

Is it the true God, or the God in one's heart?

Without any reply, Elliott left in silence.

As he left, the door closed with the same sickeningly soft thud.

Cyril stared at the closed door, at the exquisite sunflower pattern on it, and the darkness in the depths of his pupils grew even stronger.

Raise your hand, and a faint golden glow shines in your palm.

This is the power of divine magic.

Blessed by the Lord of the Great Dawn.

If he were truly guilty, the Lord's blessing should have disappeared after he was stripped of his archbishopship.

But it didn't.

He could sense that he still possessed the authority he had held during his time as archbishop.

There is only one explanation for this—

The Lord never thought him guilty!

“Great Lord, please judge those who are truly guilty…”

His tone was devout, with a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

Who is truly guilty?

Of course, this refers to Elliott, who hesitated for a moment and even thought about it after he said those words!

The most devout believers have no choice but to obey divine pronouncements.

It's not something you should be thinking about.

Chapter 25 Youth

It was evening.

Irene Vitte's mansion.

The three were not affected by Cyril's dismissal.

Even Irene Wett, who had been framed by Cyril, didn't care much about it.

"It's getting late, and we still need to send the data we collected today back to the association." Ivia packed everything into her suitcase.

"Go."

Ye Tu was holding a book with no words on the cover, and it was unclear what he was reading.

He loves reading. Aside from going out for a walk, he spends most of his time reading a book, often sitting there for most of the day.

emm...

The book he's reading now has no words on the cover, could it be some kind of explicit or restricted content?

Ivia thought to herself, somewhat 'judging others by her own standards'.

After all, she used to hide the cover under her bed after disguising it to avoid being discovered by her teachers.

"Then I'll head back now."

She stood up and glanced again at the crystal ball on Irene Vitte's desk.

"I'll buy you the latest one in a couple of days."

These are old relics from several years ago.

Ok?

Irene Vitte looked up at her, somewhat puzzled:

"why?"

Why are you suddenly bringing this up?