Chapter 21: The Grand Cathedral (2)
The eyes of the main gods are on every ceiling of the cathedral.
It was said that the five main gods sat around the platinum round table and looked down upon the world. The cathedral was a structure built to face them. Beyond the outer walls that overused curves, an engraving symbolizing the gaze of the main gods was etched into the concave ceilings.
Then what is on the floor of the cathedral?
There was a round table.
The deepest part of the Naflansee Grand Cathedral's catacomb.
Just before his professor interview at CIAR, Abel had a reunion with the Pope there.
A serene round table placed in the center of a weathered space.
The Pope, sitting on it, was swinging their legs.
The Pope's appearance was unmistakably that of a young girl. The echoing voice was innocent and naive, and the figure beyond the unadorned white habit was small. But beyond the Robe that covered the Pope's head, only a deep abyss was present.
It wasn't that their face was covered by the hem of their clothes. Not a single strand of hair, not a single breath was revealed. A black color, as if expensive paint had been squeezed out and layered over and over. Only a faint smoke rose from within.
The Pope said, crossing their legs.
“It is to teach the child who will beco the Hero.”
Abel replied in a calm tone.
High-ranking priests, who had washed their bodies with holy water, stood beside Abel. They began to dismantle Abel's armor with wet hands. A Plate Armor made of high-purity platinum, so large it rivaled a Magic Arms. It was a ceremonial armor made to be bestowed upon a Sword Saint.
The Pope's head bent languidly.
“That must have been so.”
“I believe so.”
“Your Holiness's words must be right.”
Abel's armor was completely dismantled.
Beyond the helt that concealed not only the color of his eyes, but also his voice,
Abel wore a faint smile.
“Ti is certainly like a thousand pounds. In a little over 10 years, my height, which had to be compared to Your Holiness's, has grown so much. But when compared to the life I have consud while traversing other worlds……”
10 years an nothing to .
Abel muttered so.
The Pope's laughter was heard from beyond the expressionless robe. The Pope lightly ca down from the round table and stepped towards Abel. Small, slender hands revealed from within the sleeves of the habit. They were thoroughly black. Those two hands wrapped around Abel's arms.
“It is 96.”
It will soon be 97, and.
Abel said, looking back at the retreating high-ranking priests.
It would take a very huge rope, wouldn't it?
Because it won't be easy to tie you down.
The Pope muttered, nodding their head.
Abel's arms slipped from the Pope's grasp.
After stroking his arms, which were tinged with a faint coldness, Abel knelt on one knee before the Pope.
“I will not be able to see you for a while.”
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