What if you ascend to the wrong world?

If he hadn't started thinking about this recently and come here to see those long-forgotten files, he probably would never have imagined it in his entire life.

Thinking about it carefully, this world is quite absurd.

The brave who held fast to their beliefs have vanished without a trace, while the despicable and selfish god still reigns supreme in his divine kingdom.

"..."

Irene Wett remained silent for a long time before finally closing the file in her hand and putting it back in its place.

"I see."

Elliott was somewhat surprised by this lackluster performance.

Don't you want to say anything?

"Do not want to."

Denounce the Lord of Dawn and the Church of Dawn?

No.

Saying more is pointless.

For her, what matters is never what is said, but what is done.

She already knows which way to go in the future.

"How much do you know about my mother?"

Elliott was taken aback.

Who is the child's mother?

Yup!

The child's father is Lennar Etherland, who truly embodies the name of 'hero', and her mother must also be no ordinary person.

Can……

Why do I have absolutely no recollection of this, or even have I ever thought about it?

Elliott frowned.

Seeing his reaction, Irene Vitte immediately understood, and the last glimmer of hope in her heart was shattered.

really.

Like me, he had never thought about his 'mother' before.

Back then, my mother...

What exactly happened?

She quickly suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and looked at Elliott, who was still deep in thought.

"One last question."

Ok?

Why record these things?

Since the files here will only damage the image of the Church of Dawn and will not benefit the Lord of Dawn in any way.

Then why build it at all?

If we don't record them, won't these hidden dangers disappear?

"Because some things should not be forgotten by the world."

This is a sentence left in the deepest part of the secret chamber by the seventh pope before ascending to the Kingdom of God and becoming a demigod angel.

Chapter 61 Blind Faith, Sober Freedom

Some things should not be forgotten by the world.

What kind of answer is that?

Irene Vitte frowned slightly.

Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Elliott, who had been keeping her in suspense, prepared to explain further.

However, before she could even speak, Irene Wett suddenly 'dispersed,' transforming into a cold current composed of countless tiny ice crystals that drifted out of the secret chamber.

In the blink of an eye, it had completely disappeared.

She has gotten the answer she wanted.

Elliott answered the last question, although she didn't quite understand the answer...

But at least an answer was given.

If all else fails, I can always go back and ask Ye Tu for advice.

Since that's the case, there's not much point in staying here any longer, so it's better to leave.

"..."

He just left like that.

Elliott was stunned for a moment before giving a helpless, bitter smile.

This adherence to principles remains as strong as ever.

Once I've asked the last question, that's the last question. I'll leave immediately after asking and won't delay.

"I should have just said so."

but.

Irene Vitte met Lord Yetu several days ago, and since then she should no longer be bound by the contract.

But why did it take her so long to come and investigate what happened back then?

Thinking it over, Elliott took down the lamp that had been hanging to the side and walked shakily outside.

After leaving the secret room, he did not choose to go back to rest, but instead carried a lamp and went down a hidden staircase outside the secret room.

Finally, he arrived at a sealed, windowless cell at the bottom of the Dawn Cathedral, connected to the outside world by only one door.

squeak~

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

The lights are bright.

Cyril, dressed in a simple white undershirt, sat cross-legged on the bed against the wall with his eyes closed.

Despite being locked up for some time, his mental state was unusually good.

Noticing the cell door open, he opened his eyes and, upon seeing that it was Elliott, a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't smile so ugly, you look like a third-rate villain."

One sentence was enough to freeze Cyril's expression.

How could Elliott, that arrogant old man, say such a thing?

But soon, he noticed the uncontrollable weariness in Elliott's eyes and laughed again.

"Old man, you look like you're about to die."

His tone was extremely harsh, completely devoid of his former respect.

As a fellow 'Dawn Priest', he could clearly feel the soul light permeated by the holy power of dawn.

His aging body could no longer support his powerful soul.

“…” Elliott did not refute.

His body was indeed on the verge of decay, otherwise he wouldn't have felt tired after walking such a short distance.

"I'm sorry, child."

Elliott simply stared calmly at Cyril.

The words he spoke caused Cyril's smile to freeze again.

For a moment, his gaze toward Elliott became somewhat suspicious and uncertain.

That old man...

Has his brain really broken?

"I shouldn't have let you associate with those lunatics in the first place."

Although these words were spoken to Cyril, they didn't seem to be directed at him in the present moment.

"..."

Cyril had a look on his face as if he'd seen a ghost.

What's wrong with this old man today?

Why are you saying a bunch of nonsensical things right off the bat?

"Are you out of your mind?" he couldn't help but ask.

"I am perfectly sober."

Elliott said calmly.

"An unprecedented clarity of mind."

He once wished he could dedicate everything to the Lord of Dawn, and all his thoughts were solely for the Lord of Dawn.

He would blindly obey the divine decrees bestowed by the Lord of Dawn, doing everything in his power to fulfill them, and daring not to have any thoughts of overstepping his bounds.

As believers, how could we possibly try to guess the intentions of the gods?

But now, looking back from outside the original framework.

What difference is there between such a self and a puppet without a 'self'?

Faith can exist, but it must never be based on the premise of 'losing oneself'!

"I simply no longer want to have blind faith and want to pursue clear-headed freedom."

Sober freedom?

A strange look flashed in Cyril's eyes, and he finally realized what was happening.

I just said it casually, and I never expected it to actually come true!

"Old man, do you know the consequences of doing this?"

He could understand if someone pursued these things when they were young.

But now that he's about to die, why is he abandoning his faith and doing all this nonsense?

Crazy!

“I know very well.”

He certainly knew the consequences of doing so.

His life was coming to an end, and ascending to the Kingdom of God and transforming into a demigod angel was his only way to survive.

At such a critical juncture, he chose to betray his faith in pursuit of so-called freedom.

This is almost equivalent to cutting off one's only way out.

"But it's worth it."

At the very least, it was worth it for him personally.

Freedom...

If you've never even tried, your life would be far too boring.

It's just a bit of a pity...

The world is still so young, but I am already old.

"So you came here today just to tell me all this?" Cyril was increasingly puzzled.

“Yes.” Elliott’s tone remained calm. “I’m dying, so I can do whatever I want.”