Finmage’s heart ached endlessly, and he wished he could slap himself twice.
For an existence like the Master of the Black Tide, there must be more important matters to attend to. When its gaze once fell upon him, that was his opportunity, but his own caution made him miss it for nothing!
Seeing Finmage’s regretful look, Chelegen shook his head and said, "Lord Finmage, you don’t need to be so remorseful."
"The Master of the Black Tide is a great being of fairness who wouldn’t harbor a grudge over trivial matters, nor would they favor you because of your uniqueness."
"No matter who it is, as long as they can offer what It wants or contribute to It, It will never treat contributors unfairly..."
"...Lord Finmage, do you understand my aning?"
Chelegen looked at him with a slight smile.
The more Finmage listened, the brighter his eyes beca. Finally, he looked at Chelegen with full expectation and said firmly, "City Lord Chelegen, please tell what I should do. Finmage will surely rember the kindness of both you and the Master of the Black Tide forever and without forgetfulness!"
Hearing this, Chelegen inwardly chuckled.
See that?
He even has to thank us!
...
Isle of Joy.
As the heartland of the Kizi Church and the residence of the Pope, it is naturally the headquarters of the Kizi Church.
Every brick and tile here reflects the "unique atmosphere" of the Kizi Church.
Travelers coming and going can clearly see so female believers of Kizi engaging in public liaisons, emitting sounds of joyous pleasure.
Indulging desire and rging with it is one of the doctrines of the Kizi Church.
In the port of the Isle of Joy, many trading ships of wealthy rchants are docked.
Every day, many rich individuals co to visit the Isle of Joy.
Of course, they are here for no other reason than to devoutly listen to the earnest teachings of Sister Kizi.
However, today an anomaly appeared at the port.
A dilapidated Kizi Church ship, with signs of having endured a fierce naval battle bombardnt.
Upon arriving at the Isle of Joy, several believers aboard hurriedly disembarked, their expressions anxious.
People around them couldn’t help but be curious.
Why were the believers of the Kizi Church, the leading church in this vast sea area, so panicked?
Is there so urgent matter?
But for a giant entity like the Kizi Church, what could threaten them?
To the curious glances around them.
The few believers had no ti to explain and quickly ran towards the central Grand Cathedral with urgency on their faces.
...
Inside Kizi Cathedral.
Around a long conference table, believers and knights dressed in Kizi Church attire were seated.
Their clothing was lavish and revealing. Whether the believers’ attire or the knight’s armor, all delineated alluring curves.
On a normal day, they might have already started indulging in "joy."
After all, enjoying oneself before a eting is their tradition, aligns with their doctrine, is exciting, and is not condemned by the Pope, who might even join in.
But the current situation was clearly different.
"The Scott Region has been taken over by a new erging church called the Black Tide Secret Society, worshiping a strong entity born from the Black Tide—the Master of the Black Tide."
"This Master of the Black Tide is the one that once rose on Magrela Island and seized control of Magrela by benefitting from our conflict with the Natural Church."
The speaker was a nun with a very calm appearance. She looked nearly forty but had a great figure, evidently appealing to so people’s tastes.
After giving a brief explanation, she passed the reports on her hand to them.
Soon, those present had mostly read through them.
Soone quickly spoke.
"It seems it was preditated."
"But how strong can a new church be? When the Archbishop of Scott goes back, let him reclaim the lost territory."
"Initially, we only disregarded Magrela... Oh, to think this small church has grown sowhat, they’ve sure learned a thing or two..."
The voice carried tones of confidence mixed with so mockery.
Of course, this confidence wasn’t unfounded.
As always, the Kizi Church is the big player in this vast sea area, having long swept away countless spirits of faith with ulterior motives wanting to take over territories.
There have indeed been instances of losing territory, but they reclaid it each ti and crushed the opponents.
Moreover, to be honest, the Scott Region is a critical place for them, usually guarded by believers of the Angel Tier.
However, they recently suffered a loss on the Mother Goddess Land, including the stationed island Archbishop of Scott, who hasn’t had the chance to return yet.
Hence the comnt.
"Not advisable. The other side could easily wipe out the three stationed island bishops of Scott, suggesting they have at least combat power at the Angel Tier. Sending only one Archbishop might encounter unexpected incidents."
"... His Holiness the Pope is recuperating, and we’re tasked with handling this, ensuring no mistakes occur."
At this point, a slightly immature voice rang from the main seat.
Surprisingly, it was a girl who appeared only about thirteen or fourteen, exuding calmness and composure beyond her years.
However, her attire and seated position highlighted her status.
The Kizi Church mbers discussing around her showed no sign of underestimating her, rather they were full of respect.
"The Saintess speaks true."
Shortly after she finished speaking, soone respectfully agreed with her.
But concerns were also raised by others.
"But the heretics from the Natural Church haven’t stopped their attacks. If we don’t send an Archbishop, we’ll have to..."
Their words were not finished.
The Saintess calmly interjected: "I will go to the Kizi Holy Hall."
Hearing this, everyone present imdiately breathed a sigh of relief.
Since the Saintess was willing to go, the matter naturally beca a foregone conclusion.
...
The happenings on the Isle of Joy were of course unknown to Rogel.
Correspondingly, the believers on the Isle of Joy, along with everyone in the world, were unaware that their actions had actually been "repeated" many tis already.
At this mont, Rogel had led the Gelin into the border mist.
As long as he advanced in a fixed direction, he would reach the agreed eting place with Doyle.
However, this ti his goal wasn’t just to traverse the border mist.
He also intended to take advantage of the mist’s randomness to find so materials necessary for crafting Angel Potions.
This was clearly a very ti-consuming task.
Nonetheless, Rogel found it very interesting.
Imagine piloting a ship into a blind box-like ocean, facing possible danger, or potentially discovering treasures...
Thus, Rogel wasn’t opposed to this, rather he found so pleasure in it.
"Ooh~"
Slightly immature calls sounded one after another.
Small sea creatures, about the size of a palm and carrying little green lanterns on their heads, floated in the air.
In the pitch-black foggy night, they appeared bright and dreamy, unconsciously drawing people in.
These were extraordinary creatures known as "Sea Fireflies".
They posed no threat, nor did they have any offensive capabilities.
They originated from "Firefly Pots" in the deep sea, a kind of life-like rock that self-breeds sea fireflies.
Sea fireflies looked quite ugly at the bottom of the deep sea.
But as they aged, they gradually rose to the sea surface, blooming with a dreamlike green glow.
Once reaching a certain height, their life ended, and they eventually plumted into the sea, sinking to the bottom. Their remains then fostered new "Firefly Pots", completing the cycle of extraordinary life...
This should have been a beautiful and dreamlike spectacle.
Yet Rogel sighed at this mont.
Because after using a Communication Potion, he understood the sadness hidden in those immature calls.
"We are confined here..."
"Even after our deaths, sinking down, our consciousness never leaves..."
"Forced to complete cycle after cycle, never able to escape..."
The sea fireflies sighed, confused about when such days would co to an end.
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