"Humans, or rather, those who are no longer free, are dragged into a series of senseless wars in the service of a half-hearted regime whose root, dogmatic ideology, has been twisted to the wrong side - Church, with only the old mess remains. Ironically, it is these fakes that are the heart and soul of the Kingdom; the barbarians themselves destroyed everything, they overturned all the previous generations' efforts to build, all because of greed, all just slander. For those who consider the art of enlightenment on human life, it is not difficult to understand that even if thousands of slaves die, it is only worth the small price for that wonderful art to form. From the very beginning, such was the fate of man; no matter what ideological orientation, no matter what wise man is led, in the end it is his followers who deflect it, chipping away at the picture they have created…"
Each word is imprinted in my mind.
Who is Albert really?
How does he know these things?
Talking about baron, I've never heard of anyone by that name.
But first of all, the possibility that it was all just a plot of treason couldn't be ignored either.
This guy must not be a simple person, secretly knowing about the corrupt nature of the Church or the Kingdom, the noble houses and the Scottfield family...
The potion contains the blood of the recipient of "Judgment", a belief in the purest soul that existed from the pre-Frignlen-post-Foulry period.
And as told, I'll have to drink it.
Not yet, everything is still too suspicious.
Being reckless won't help…
Tomorrow night I need to ask properly, what does he want from me?
If what the Baron said is true, there will be a group of "Enlightenment" troops leaving the Sanctuary tomorrow.
But what do those nominal enlightenments have to do with me…
That afternoon we went to see the King.
The One Who Is Above All - King Jourls III.
History records show that his father, Jourls II, unified the Kingdom under the great thought of the Third Church almost 200 years after the post-Foulry period.
Yet the Enlightenment Army was never rejected or dissolved, meaning that the conquests continued.
And the reason behind was kept secret by the Church.
"Stop standing there, hurry up!"
Ray gruffly pulled my hand…
"Priez pour la sagesse… May I ask, are you visiting this place or have some other purpose?"
A nun stood at the end of the corridor leading upstairs, gently asking us.
Still unchanged, it is the pomp that defines this Kingdom, and only the Royal Family has designed the entire Sanctuary in such a boldly Church-style architecture.
My father responded to the nun as usual.
"We also intend to do a little sightseeing, but the main purpose of coming here is to see His Majesty. May you pass on my words to him: L'éclipse lunaire est rouge."
While waiting for the news, we waited in the main lobby…
It's so beautiful, all the smallest details are amazingly artistically decorated.
Admiring a place with such perfect beauty, I really never thought of it.
To achieve that, the Church squeezed every drop of the blood and bones of thousands of war slaves.
In the end the beauty that lingers in the depths of it… is extreme despair and death.
That nun turned around and quietly led us upstairs.
The time has come when I can no longer hide from the truth, when I have to face the nature of this whole society.
I've memorized every word in the notebook, and if it's all just a giant lie by that guy named Albert... It's time for me to decide for myself.
Walking through each row of corridors, the nun cleverly reminded us.
"His Highness is currently in prayer. I will lead everyone to the Prayer Room first, and then take the liberty not to disturb you."
Standing in front of the door, I slowly entered.
The rows of wooden chairs are spread out evenly, the figure of the person is sitting quietly, enjoying a hot cup of tea, the surrounding echoes of the singing of hymns.
The back of the room is a straight face to the outside of the Palace, a large glass frame covering half of the wall is carefully processed even with every wavy stroke.
The cross hanging in the middle stands out through the folds, golden light like the glory of God.
The nun who had always stood there, hidden to the side, slowly stirred the cup of tea. Putting it on the table, she quietly left.
Only the suffocating atmosphere and singing somewhere in the room remained…
"Are you Scottfields?"
The quiet, powerful voice of the king at the top of the Kingdom.
I suddenly noticed the sound of the door opening.
A tall young man with silver hair spread back, about 20 years old, wearing a royal military uniform with an eye badge on his chest spoke seriously.
"Your highness, I apologize for interrupting the prayer, but we have now located a large number of rebels a day north of the Kingdom border. The Great General Revailler wants us to go out and ambush them tonight. Please approve this plan!"
"Just do as planned."