The pale moonlight clung between the glazed tiles of the Ceremony Hall, and the early autumn breeze swept through the moonlight and casement windows, rolling the mist from the Maria River and loneliness into the hall; the holy light of hundreds of statues had already been extinguished.
In the eyes of the nobles and the Ceremonial Officer, An Su Moningsta walked alone on the Triple Holy Stairs, a chilly wind passed through the thin clothing of the youth, all the blessed light had faded, and he only had darkness before him.
And the youth was to walk towards the highest summit of darkness.
An Su refused the Empire's Golden Kite Saintess, which in the eyes of all the nobles, was absolutely incomprehensible and unreasonable.
This time it was not a title bestowed by divine intervention but rather a prize given by the Church to the first place, so a knighthood ceremony had to be held.
