What if you ascend to the wrong world?

“You have turned your backs on the true Lord and followed that despicable and shameless thief! You are the ones who are truly guilty!”

Cyril became more and more agitated as he spoke, and finally he roared at the top of his lungs.

Yesterday he thought it was a good thing that these people wouldn't think outside the 'boundaries'.

But now, he felt that Declan was incredibly stupid!

Faced with such outrageous 'sophistry', Declan was so angry that he was trembling all over.

"The Lord is all-knowing and all-powerful; He bestows wealth upon diligence, punishment upon sin, and eternity upon faith!"

These words even employed the [Sacred Word] technique.

The resounding voice echoed continuously within the cramped cell.

But this did not shake Cyril's resolve; on the contrary, Elliott, standing to the side, felt a little strange.

"..."

Will diligence bring wealth?

To punish evildoers?

Do I have eternal faith?

Regarding Aroya's actions, these three points...

None of them match, right?

On the contrary, the true Lord, the great, merciful, and generous Lord Yetu, perfectly embodies these three qualities.

"Cyrillic!"

"You doubt the Lord because He no longer satisfies your desires."

"Is the one you believe in the true Lord, or the God in your heart?"

The sacred sound echoed.

The familiar words left Cyril stunned.

He had asked Elliott a similar question some time ago, and now...

This sentence is more useful than anything before.

At this moment, Cyril was truly wavering.

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

Could it be that……

Is the God I've always believed in really just a god I've imagined in my mind, and not the real God?

He was a little dazed.

After a long while, Elliott sighed softly.

"Think about it carefully."

He then left with Declan.

The open cell door slammed shut again, and Cyril stared blankly at what lay before him, unable to recover for a long time.

……

……

Cyril is dead.

That afternoon, he was found dead in his cell.

A line of words written in blood still remains on the wall—

If I am truly guilty, let the Lord punish my soul.

However, his soul did not ascend to the Kingdom of God in the light of dawn as he had expected.

But it did not fall into purgatory.

Instead, he was trapped by the prison's magic and could only watch his lifeless body go by.

It wasn't until evening that his soul was taken away by Declan, who rushed over, and burned to ashes at the Holy Tribunal.

It is probably impossible for anyone to have imagined that the pope, who was so glorious just yesterday, would end his life in such an absurd way.

And just like that, five days passed in the blink of an eye.

People continued with their lives as usual.

Neither Cyril's death nor the descent of a true god had any impact on people's lives.

No matter how the world changes, as a human being, one still needs to eat and live.

During this period, under the mediation of the divine kingdom, the magical environment of the Dawn Empire gradually returned to normal.

Thanks to Ivy's 'insider' communication, the Mage Association made contact with the Dawn Empire early on.

After discussions, both parties reached a preliminary cooperation agreement.

Not only will the suspended Skyrail train service be resumed, but the Mage Association will also add seven new routes in the airspace of the Dawn Empire, in addition to the original one route.

There are a total of eight routes, with 70% of the revenue going to the Dawn Empire, while the subsequent operation and maintenance costs are borne entirely by the Mage Association.

It's fair to say that the disparity is quite significant.

But nobody thought there was anything wrong with it.

Equivalent?

How can we talk about being equal to a force that has thirty-five demigods and one true god?

If someone is willing to negotiate with you now, it's because they're giving you face.

But if you don't even know your place, then you're being ungrateful.

Moreover, to put it bluntly, the Dharma Masters Association is a large and powerful organization, with its Skyrail trains connecting almost the entire world.

Revenue from eight routes...

That really is just a drop in the ocean.

……

……

Are we leaving already?

Irene Vitte's mansion.

study.

Ivia looked out the window, feeling a little reluctant to leave.

After three days, as the Dawn Empire stabilized, Ye Tu prepared to leave.

As subordinates who had signed a contract with Yetu, she and Irene Wett naturally had to leave as well.

It's just a pity that she, the Archbishop of the Church of Dawn, Princess Ivia...

Soon she'll be back to being that little mage, Ox-Horse Ivy.

"It's been so many days, haven't you had enough fun yet?" Ye Tu found it somewhat amusing.

For the past three days, this guy has been running around whenever he has a spare moment, wandering all over the holy city of Loser.

All of this was for the sake of hearing someone call her 'Princess Ivia'.

"Not really."

Ivia smacked her lips.

"Let's go back then. I'll go to the Mage Association later and book four tickets for tomorrow."

She, Ye Tu, Irene Wet, and the increasingly frivolous maid.

As she spoke, she glanced at Irene Wett behind the desk.

This mission turned out to be quite profitable.

Book some good tickets, just to take this guy out for a walk.

"How much do you want?" Irene Vetter asked casually.

Ok?

"How much do you mean?" Ivia asked, puzzled.

"ticket."

what?

Does she think that the glance she gave her just now was an invitation to ask for money for her train ticket?

"No need! It's my treat! A train ticket won't cost much!"

It's just a train ticket!

Am I such a petty person?!

“I just feel…” Irene Vitte wanted to say something more.

It wasn't that she thought Ivia would haggle over a train ticket, but she just felt a little bad about it.

Ivia has already helped her a lot.

"Listen to her," Ye Tu interrupted her.

"You're not familiar with the outside world, so just let her make the arrangements."

Moreover, this guy always has a strange obsession with some inexplicable things.

If Irene Wett really paid for the train ticket herself, she would feel bad.

"..."

Since even Ye Tu said so, Irene Weite didn't insist any further.

"Good work."

"It's nothing, we're like family!"

Just then.

A pastor, led by Lieutenant General Irene Vitte, came to the outside of the study.

Through the door.

"Your Highness Ivia, His Majesty Elliott requests your presence."

(⊙o⊙)？

……

……

Some time later, at the Cathedral of Dawn.

"Your Highness Ivia."

A bishop who had been waiting at the entrance rushed forward, adopting an extremely humble posture.

"This way, please. His Majesty Elliott is already waiting for you."

It's not surprising that he acted that way.

After all, a large number of bishops in the church believe that Princess Ivia will be the next pope.

Although she was only nineteen years old, a bit of a show-off, and even a foreign mage.

But so what?

Princess Ivia is an archbishop blessed by God.

Divine favor is more important than anything else!

The Lord's vision has surely seen into the far future!

"Thank you for your trouble."