Vol 4. Chapter 54: Intelligence on the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons

When White Yama unleashed her power and attempted to resist the Pope, not far from the Divine Capital Grand Hall, a certain silver-haired girl's brows abruptly furrowed as she solemnly turned to look in the direction of the Divine Capital Grand Hall.

Hm?

Sister Bai's aura?

Why did it suddenly erupt? And then... abruptly disappear?

"Did something happen over there?"

Mengxi couldn't help murmuring softly.

At that moment, a magnetic and alluring male voice slowly entered the silver-haired girl's ears:

"What happened? You'll find out soon enough."

"Hm?"

Hearing this, Mengxi narrowed her eyes slightly and looked warily at Archbishop Mokaluo, who stood beside her with both hands clasped behind his back and a calm expression on his face.

"Archbishop Mokaluo, you seem to know exactly what happened?"

"..."

In response, Mokaluo merely smiled faintly.

"It's nothing important. Compared to that, Miss Mengxi, were you serious about your answer just now? You're truly grateful to the Church?"

Seeing Mokaluo ask her the same question again, Mengxi couldn't shake the feeling that something was strange.

It almost feels...

like this Archbishop really wants to hear words like 'hatred' from my mouth?

Although deep down she truly didn't like the Church, Mengxi wanted to become the Saintess and completely seize control of the Asumos Church. She knew very well that such thoughts had to remain buried deep within her heart.

And so,

the girl patiently put on a sweet yet seemingly sincere smile.

"Of course, Archbishop Mokaluo. The Church gave me the opportunity to begin a new life. I couldn't be more grateful. How could I possibly hate it?"

"..."

Hearing those words, Mokaluo fell briefly silent.

Then, he gave a somewhat meaningful smile.

"I see. It seems I really did ask a rather pointless question. My apologies for taking up so much of your time."

As he spoke, Mokaluo even raised a hand to his chest and made an apologetic gesture toward the silver-haired girl.

"There's no need for that, Archbishop Mokaluo."

Faced with the Archbishop's apology, Mengxi hurriedly raised her hands in 'alarm,' attempting to stop him.

"It's fine. You'll be the Saintess in the future. Everyone within the Church will have to bow to you, so there's no need to refuse. On the contrary, you should get used to it sooner rather than later. Well, it's getting late. Go and get some rest."

With that,

under Mengxi's complicated gaze, Mokaluo slowly turned around and headed toward the nearby courtyard.

...

However,

after taking only a few steps, Mokaluo suddenly stopped.

"Oh, right, Mengxi."

"Is there something else, Archbishop Mokaluo?"

"I am your senior, after all. Let me give you a piece of advice."

?!!

Hm? Advice?

Mengxi frowned, revealing a strange expression. She was becoming increasingly unable to understand exactly what this Archbishop was trying to do.

Despite her confusion, the girl still respectfully assumed a listening posture.

"Please, go ahead."

"Treasure the things you love. Don't wait until you've lost them to regret it. Also..."

"Also?"

"Heh. As for the things you hate, there's no need to pretend you like them. Just destroy them... that's all."

"..."

Hearing those words, which seemed to imply something deeper, Mengxi fell briefly silent.

Seeing that Mengxi said nothing,

Mokaluo didn't say anything more either. With his hands clasped behind his back, he slowly disappeared from Mengxi's sight...

--

Meanwhile, inside the central temple,

the massive stone-and-mystic-steel doors that had remained tightly shut for a long time finally began to slowly open under the push of a tremendous force.

The next moment,

an extraordinarily handsome man dressed in slightly tight-fitting black-and-white clothing, with flowing flaxen hair and violet gemstone-like eyes, stepped slowly into the temple with a radiant smile like the morning sun.

!?

Hm?

The instant he stepped inside, a strange scorched smell entered the man's nose, causing his brows to furrow.

Following the smell, the man focused his gaze on a set of clothes scattered across the floor—the exclusive °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° Archbishop's vestments that still carried traces of someone's aura...

"..."

The instant he saw those vestments, a trace of astonishment flashed across the man's brows, but he quickly regained his composure.

It was almost as though he had already grown accustomed to such things.

The only thing remaining on his handsome face was a trace of regret.

After helplessly sighing twice,

the man shifted his attention toward the white-haired girl not far away, who was tightly bound by platinum-white energy chains.

At that moment, the man's expression became strange again.

The platinum-white energy chains were tightly wrapped around the girl's delicate body. The sight of the chains digging into her flesh fully accentuated her graceful figure, making the scene look somewhat erotic.

Of course, that was only if one ignored the girl's face.

It wasn't that Miss White Yama wasn't beautiful. It was simply that Miss Bai's current expression was truly unbearable to look at...

At this moment, White Yama had a huge lump on her head, her eyes were rolled back, and foam was spilling from her mouth.

The Heavenly Apostle currently possessed none of the charm of a beautiful woman. Instead, she looked downright ridiculous.

"Was she... hit on the head? And then knocked unconscious? Judging by this... she probably tried to stop the Rite of Return, didn't she?"

The man muttered inwardly with a strange expression as a trace of sympathy gradually surfaced within his light-purple eyes.

Just as the man silently observed her, a kindly voice filled with affection suddenly entered his ears.

"Long time no see, Anqinuo. What's the matter? What brings you here to see me so suddenly?"

?!

Hearing those words, Anqinuo, one of the Heavenly Apostles, immediately trembled. His attention was instantly pulled away from White Yama and back to reality.

Then, Anqinuo hurriedly raised his right hand to his chest and respectfully dropped to one knee before the blond man surrounded by four white-robed Holy Decree Envoys.

"Greetings, Your Holiness."

"Really now."

Kaelrode-Andoluvich didn't seem particularly satisfied with Anqinuo's respectful greeting.

"We're old friends. Why are you still being so formal with me?"

"My apologies, Your Holiness. Proper etiquette must be observed."

"Oh? To think those words would actually come from a playboy like you? It seems having you follow Archbishop Fanduola was the correct decision after all."

Kaelrode-Andoluvich clapped his hands in admiration, then cast a meaningful glance toward the Holy Decree Envoys nearby.

Although no words were exchanged, as the Pope's trusted confidants and personal guards, the four Holy Decree Envoys immediately understood Kaelrode-Andoluvich's meaning.

After giving the Pope a farewell salute, the four white-robed figures picked up Nick's remaining clothes, hoisted the unconscious White Yama onto their shoulders, and orderly departed from the central temple.

After the four personal guards had left the temple, Kaelrode-Andoluvich slowly descended the steps and approached Anqinuo, asking in an extremely easygoing tone:

"Now then, no one else is here. You can tell me directly. Since you came all the way here specifically to see me, you must have discovered something important, right?"

"Yes. As expected, nothing escapes Your Holiness's notice. Indeed, this subordinate has made an important discovery that I need to report to you."

"Hm? Then let's hear it."

"Yes."

Anqinuo nodded slightly.

At this moment, he completely restrained the unruly and arrogant expression on his face and became incomparably solemn. As the Heavenly Apostle's expression abruptly changed, the surrounding atmosphere also grew increasingly heavy, even oppressive.

"Your Holiness, I believe... I've discovered the location of the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons."

"Hm?"

The moment those words were spoken, Kaelrode-Andoluvich's peaceful and leisurely expression instantly froze. A sharp gleam flashed through his narrowed dark-red eyes.

Then, the blond man slowly crouched down in front of Anqinuo and spoke in a tone that brooked no refusal.

"Anqinuo."

"Yes, Your Holiness."

"Share everything you saw with me."

"Yes, Your Holiness."

As he replied, Anqinuo directly closed his eyes.

Kaelrode-Andoluvich slowly extended his index finger and pressed it against Anqinuo's forehead. Waves of platinum-white light began rippling from his fingertip.

And as fragments of Anqinuo's memories flowed into Kaelrode-Andoluvich's mind,

the easygoing smile on the Pope's face gradually vanished without a trace.

In its place appeared an excited smile tinged with madness.

Hehe,

this really is quite an interesting discovery~