"This is indeed a good choice." He said, "Do you want to choose Xinshenpai?"
"No." Adele leaned back in the chair, her face immediately disappeared into the shadow of the window lattice, "It is true that the emphasis on the separation of belief and secularism is one of the important manifestations of New God. But I think you know it better What is the meaning of - to you and me."
"Since the authority of the Holy Father can be divided, it loses its unattainable veil." Orsis looked at those crimson eyes for a while, "But maybe I should remind you that some things are unpredictable Yes, once the box is opened, it cannot be stopped."
"I thought I was the one to say this?" Adele smiled slightly, "After all, you are already the emperor, and I am still the queen."
Orsi shook her head helplessly.
Of course, dividing the authority of the Holy Father is likely to sprinkle another catalyst in the already fierce dispute between the old and new doctrines. And the greatest danger of upheavals in all spheres of thought is that they have the potential to strike violently at the old society—on every side. Even the most savvy rulers will not arrogantly think that they can control it.
But just as Adele said, in this regard, Root opened Pandora's Box earlier than Roland.
Root's religious reformation was carried out earlier than Roland's, and the break with the Papal State was more thorough-Root denied the pope's right to secular politics, and the ruler called himself the "Emperor". In this regard, although Roland is named "Empire", it can still be interpreted as the successor to the ancient Roja Empire, and Roland's ruler is still "king" or "queen", and has not yet denied the pope's "king of kings". king" status.
"How marvelous," said Orsis, "is that an electric spark contained in a glass bottle is so small at first, but soon collides in the air, splashes, and finally it may even break through the shackles of the glass. If there is One day, the history books blamed the broken glass, and you and I are both to blame."
Because of this, since ancient times, once the spark of thought appears, it is often stifled.
"You are too humble in your evaluation of yourself, Orsis." Adele said kindly, "You are not a boring person."
"It's the first time I've gotten a compliment like that - I can take that as a compliment."
"Of course you can."
Orsis smiled briefly, and although he quickly restrained himself, there were still slight traces in his eyes, just like the sun shining on the frozen silver lake in winter, suddenly refracting the color of snow and sky: " So, may I ask you to give me your hand, Adele."
"Um?"
Adele made a soft and surprised single sound from her nasal cavity.
"May I?"
Orsis did not explain, although it was a polite question, but he sat upright and looked at him without avoiding it. The shadow of the lead bars of the rose window was printed on his tall and straight waist, which was not offensive, slightly Mild strength.
Adele held out her hand.
Orsis held it, her wrist bones were very slender, and the undulating lines were like rubbings of green hills. In the light of flying gold dust, the skin became whiter like pure snow, and the pale blue veins under the skin were clearly visible. Any artist would be proud to be able to carve such hands.
The only regret is a scar on the hand.
It is hidden in the palm of the hand, the color is already very light, and it is difficult to be found by others. The scars were originally a kind of incomplete disease, but when they were placed on these hands, they created a kind of tragic beauty with storytelling.
"How did it come about?"
Orsis asked.
The question itself was actually a bit ambiguous, but his expression was natural, neither sympathetic nor malicious, as if it was just a casual chat among friends.
"A special birthday present," Adele replied lightly, "although it's not very popular."
She said it casually, but Orsis looked at the scar carefully. After so long, even the Heinrich family, whose medical skills and poisons are so good that they are almost wizards, couldn't make it disappear completely. It is visible in depth to the bone. Orsis found the exact same scar on the palm of her other hand.
They were left by the same sharp dagger.
The silver-haired beauty in front of her, whose wrist bones were so slender that they seemed to break at the slightest break, once held a dagger on the line of life and death. It was only a hair's breadth away, and the deadly dagger threatened to sever the veins in her hand forever.
The scar ran across the entire palm, like a knife, cutting off all the lines representing fate.
Adele didn't say anything specifically, and Orsis didn't ask any more.
He slipped a slightly icy ring into the finger of Adele's left hand, and pushed it up with a soft force that was completely different from sword practice.
Adele raised an eyebrow and looked at him carefully.
"I think it should belong to you." Orsis said calmly, asking her to carefully read the name on the ring.
Adele shifted her eyes to the ring, and the smile that she always had on her face, which was difficult to distinguish her true emotions, suddenly disappeared. She looked at the words on the ring without saying a word, and blinked her eyes very slowly.
Engraved in beautiful cursive letters on the ring: SISONIA GRAY.
That was her mother's name.
The long time was suddenly set off, and the forgotten era of the two kings was covered with historical dust. Someone erased a small piece of dust and found a little star-like light. How long has it been... People don't mention "Queen Grey" or "Sithonia" anymore.
She had never seen this ring, but the coat of arms of the Gray family and the mother's private mark on it already showed that it did belong to her mother.
Belongs to the mother of girlhood.
"How did it come about?"
She was silent for a long time, rubbing the ring and asking in a low voice.
"The Melville family and the Gray family used to be related by marriage." To a certain extent, Orsis said that he is a boring person, just like now, he obviously gave a ring, but his explanation is as objective as Without any personal emotion, "Queen Gray gave it to Lady Teresa of the Melville family when she was young, and it was sent with her when preparing the room at the Chateau de Richelieu."
Many memories are touched, with sour sadness.
The fire by the fireplace, the hand gently braiding her hair, the warm embrace... Finally, the executioner's knife and blood constitute an abrupt end to the picture.
She didn't know what kind of person the young mother was. No one told her, and no one in Roland remembered. In a short period of time, she even wanted to meet Mrs. Teresa in Orsis's mouth in person, and ask her if her mother was willful when she was young? What did her mother like when she was young...
In the end she didn't say anything, just thanked her softly and slowly.
"Thanks."
The gift was not declined, she said.
She stroked the shallow lettering on the ring, turned her head and looked at the sky outside the window. Light and shadow fell on her face together, silent and silent like a silent stone statue.
Orsis' eyes fell on her hair that was dyed with a layer of shimmer, and he didn't speak any more.
Regarding the ring, his explanation sounded reasonable. But so much time has passed, who would remember such an inconspicuous ring? It is not a normal thing to send someone back to the Palace of Richelieu to fetch it suddenly.
It's just that Orsis spoke naturally, and there was nothing strange on his expression.
As if, this was really just a random gift.