Chapter 36 – The Light of the Black Congregation
Chapter 36 The Light of the Black Clothes Congregation
As Wright led the way through the doors of the Inquisition, all of the clergy stood straight as far as the eye could see.
Knight Commander Celtus, who was once familiar with him, also rushed in with his men and bowed.
“Greetings Your Highness Wright, greetings Your Highness Taylor!”
“Your Inquisition can ah ……”
Wright shook the St. Mans badge in his hand, “Not even the Pope is in your sights anymore? What do you mean, going solo!”
“No no no, we …… we just ……”
The Knight Commander’s face turned pale with fear, and the other clerics were even more bloodless and shaky.
Flandre looked at these black-clothed clerics who had once been ferocious and made all the heretics talk about them become so timid and pitiful, and for a moment her brain was a bit turned around.
Emily had been exposed to this a little earlier than her, and was already very emotionally stable.
“Alright, I didn’t come here today to ask questions. Joanna’s matter, when she wakes up, she will come to settle the score with you all by herself.
Tell Archbishop Cardiff that there’s no need to rush here, I’m just coming over today to take a look around and see if I can find some new evidence.
By the way, meet your noble son of Holy Light, the Immaculate Sword.”
“Good! My lord! I’ll show you all the way, this way please!”
Celtus took the initiative to take up the task of reception, “That Vampire Initiate was being held in the third basement level at the time, and his cell has been left untouched and well-protected.
His Highness Adelos is on the seventh underground level ……
Your Highness Wright, it’s really great that you can come and persuade him! The matter of the prisoner’s escape is not really the fault of His Highness Adelos.
But he’s been blaming himself for it, and it’s been so long that he just won’t come out.”
Wright waved his hand impatiently, “Not necessarily, I might be here to rub salt into his wounds, maybe even grab a handful of cumin.”
The Knight Commander smiled awkwardly and didn’t answer, leading the crowd towards the Inquisition’s most famous black iron prison.
This prison was constructed as an inverted iron tower that was buried deep into the ground. And the deeper it went, the more vicious and sinful the prisoners were held.
Wright had lived on every level of the Black Iron Prison, and even the deepest, ninth level, he was a regular visitor.
Although it was said that the Knight Commander led the way, but this kind of place, Wright could walk back and forth with his eyes closed.
As he stepped on the third floor of the iron tower again, the entire layer of cells suddenly stirred.
The prisoners seemed to have sensed something, and one by one, they all stopped what they were doing and stood behind the bars in a disciplined manner.
Their feet were split, their hands behind their backs, and they bent their heads thirty degrees forward.
Tyler and Lilith and the Knight Commander were all in their rightful place, but Flandre and Emily, who saw this scene for the first time, were scared to death.
Especially Flandre, although she came to the Holy Capital for just over two years, she had already experienced the horror of the Inquisition and the terror of the Black Iron Prison.
But those Black Iron Prisoners that people talked about were now so humble, and even a bit well-behaved!
Flandre really wanted to ask them, are you really a vicious prisoner? Are they lawless criminals?
Leite didn’t have the time to take care of their moods, but quickly walked to the cell that was protected.
“Is this it?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Wright nodded slightly, then immediately formed a rectangle with the index fingers of both hands with his thumbs, then urged the holy light.
The small rectangle of light flew out and then instantly grew larger, followed by scanning the entire cell.
“Tch, all the spell formations are perfect, no holes or damage. That vampire seems to have really shielded the detection of the holy light spell formation.
There’s no attribute match, this is just an ordinary iron cage. A sneeze from a Patriarch-level bloodline could break it.”
Wright grimaced, “The technology will have to be iterated, at least it can’t rely solely on the holy light spell formation like before. Convert it!”
Taylor shook his head, “Don’t even think about it boss, the Pope Coronation won’t approve the funds.”
“Also …… then it’s better to wait for the Black Archbishop to beg me.”
Wright said and waved behind him, “Emily!”
Emily was blessed and quickly stepped into the middle of the cell. After she turned around, she walked out with a somewhat ugly face. “There.”
“More?”
“Very, very light. ……”
“Still her?”
“Yes!”
“Tough.”
Looking at the empty cell, Wright pondered.
The situation was similar to what he had judged, it was really the Witch of Blood who was up to no good. The opponent’s target was clear, it was Joanna who was also a witch.
Only, it was still unclear what the other party’s ultimate goal was.
Was it to seize the power of the Witch?
Then, with this kind of suicide attack that had no return, even if they did kill Joanna, how would they accomplish the recovery of the magic power?
Or trying to slaughter other magical girls?
That would be underestimating the Holy Light Church. After all, the Holy Light Divine Art was best at healing, and was even able to bring the dead back to life.
Sending just one Patriarch-level bloodline to assassinate the trainee saintess within the Holy Capital, or in the middle of the Pope’s palace, would be almost impossible to succeed, and would instead startle the snakes as it did now.
Could it be that Joanna’s [Witch’s Feast] was really a script for Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale?
Was the attack just to put her into a deep sleep?
But those lunatics from the Tower of Truth would read fairy tales? It was simply irrelevant.
This assassination is full of weirdness and irrationality ……
Wright couldn’t help but mutter, “We still have to start with the Dark Ethnicity lurking in the middle of the Holy Capital, and figure out their purpose, so we might be able to reverse the purpose of the assassination.”
Without sufficient evidence, any further reasoning would be conjecture. After closing the cell door behind him, Wright turned around and headed towards the stairway.
“Come on, go check on Adelos.”
“Yes! Your way!”
Although he didn’t know what conclusions Wright had come to, the Knight Commander clearly cared more about St. Adelos.
After all, since the founding of the Holy Light Church, the Black Clothes Sanctuary had not been well received. There were only a handful of holy sons and daughters who truly came willingly to the Inquisition to exercise.
Most importantly!
When the Pope’s successor, that is, the Holy Son or Holy Daughter is determined. The remaining nine young people will completely lose their original identity.
They will then be assigned to the various power core organizations of the Holy See, to be groomed as the next leadership.
According to previous experiences, the Black Clothes Holy Church side was basically the least popular one among the nine.
Then it was self-evident who would become the future leader of the Black Clothed Congregation when the time came.
Originally, everyone had already despaired, and at this time St. Adelos stepped forward and made it clear that he wanted to come to the Black Clothes Sanctuary to further his education.
At that moment, Adelos was the light of the Black Cloth Congregation, illuminating their future lives!
Although the successor to the Pope had not been finalized yet, the people of the Black Clothes Congregation were already at ease.
Regardless of who the future Pope was, as long as the future Black Archbishop wasn’t that lord, everyone was thankful.
This also led to the fact that several other organizations, began to frantically send gifts to the remaining trainee holy sons and daughters to curry favor, and began to compare themselves to each other.
In the end, it was only by the Pope’s personal order that this unorthodox trend was curbed.
But there were also people who gossiped, saying that the Pope ordered it because he was unbalanced when he saw no one giving gifts to himself ……
But no matter what, Adelos was important in the hearts of all the black-clothed congregations. After all, it is better to add flowers to the brocade than to send charcoal in the snow.
They really hoped that Adelos would be able to revitalize himself.
“Your Highness, the seventh floor is here.”
(End of chapter)