The silent temple of the Holy Spirit.
The quiet moonlight fell from the colored windows of the dome and reflected on the numerous sarcophagi, illuminating the ancient and noble names one by one.
Dust flew in the air, dancing to the faint chant. The chants coming from the distant church echoed in the silence, reflecting the sacred majesty of the countless sarcophagi.
At the front of those sarcophagi, on the huge altar, stood a lonely figure.
He wears the supreme crown and the religious robe. The color is pure red, as if stained by blood. There is no death in that color that makes people feel terrible, but it seems to symbolize the awe-inspiring "life".
That is red that encompasses all meanings.
The Red King.
In silence, he stared at the altar quietly and just asked: "Hermes, is this what he said?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Nibelung's voice was respectful and polite: "He chose this path and did his best."
"I see."
The Red King nodded: "He has always been a smart man, although for him, this is especially ridiculous. He made this choice, and he must also know what I think. Let him enjoy his 'life' from now on. After that, those things had nothing to do with him.”
Nibelungen said, "He asked me to thank His Majesty."
"… Did you even expect what I said?"
The Red King smiled: "What a smart man, isn't he?"
Nibelungen did not answer, but simply said: "The Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith notified Angelou of the location of Guixu's appearance this year... How should we deal with Archbishop Michael's unauthorized actions?"
"He is already about to die. How can I imprison him in the 'Iron Tower'?" The Red King said, "Let him live in old age with the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith. The era of the Inquisition has passed. , the shattering of the dream of 'Eastern Expedition' is the best punishment for him."
"He might collapse."
"He won't."
The Scarlet King shook his head: "He will wait and wait forever. Even if he dies, he will find someone to take his place until the Crusaders march eastward again to fight the natural disaster... He is a person with a deep love in his heart. These things cannot defeat a man who has infinite hope.”
"clear."
Nibelungen asked again: "Leviathan's awakening has been doomed, and the Cardinal Church will always be at loggerheads over Anglo."
"Isn't the attitude of the Anglo royal family always very firm?"
The Red King said calmly: "The autonomy of all countries is the core of the Second Amendment Act. Let Arthur's affairs be settled by Arthur's descendants. It started because of them, and it will end because of them. They Haven't you already taken back the Spear of St. George and made all preparations? If the Cardinal Church still wants to embody the majesty and necessity of the Holy City, let the Knights Templar prepare for war and prepare for the worst case scenario. Take over the battle."
"yes."
Nibelungen finished recording and asked: "In the battle of Romulus, Commander Ben asked for punishment and is currently awaiting punishment."
"It was me who ordered him not to harm any Romulus, and I was the one who tied his hands and feet. Our determination was made too late in the beginning, and the ending has nothing to do with him or the Knights Templar."
The Red King calmly ordered: "Let him rebuild the desert defense line in the west. With Ben's ability, it will be more difficult, but it may not be impossible. The descendants of the Semites from back then are still there, let him continue Go there with the military flag and tell him that the Holy City will give him all the equipment and supplies he needs."
Nibelung was silent for a long time: "Does His Majesty mean... to let him reestablish the Knights Hospitaller?"
"Since the desert defense line collapsed a hundred years ago, the Sixth Army has been vacant for too long."
The Red King raised his head, his face as cold as iron, as if he would never have an expression, just his usual indifference, looking down at the world from the sky:
"One of the most painful things for those who plan ahead is that time and space wait for us. I don't want to find out that when we need the Knights Hospitaller, we have lost it for too long."
"Your Majesty, your Majesty has farsightedness." Nibelungen's voice was respectful.
The Red King did not respond, just remained silent.
I don’t know how long it took, but the midnight bell rang.
"That's it for today." The Red King waved his hand: "Leave the rest to the Cardinal Church. Anyway, there are always some things for them to argue about."
"OK."
Nibelungen asked: "So, what about what happened at the gate of the Holy City this evening? Your Majesty, the incident involved the sword-bearer of Angelus. The attitude of the Cardinal Church is very divided."
The Red King raised his head and stared at the moonlight. The moonlight fell on his eyes, as if he was lamenting silently.
"He is a person who is as unwilling to be lonely as Ye Lanzhou. I understand."
"Does Your Majesty feel pity for him?"
"No."
The Red King said: "Leave this matter to the Cardinal Council to decide. If he makes a choice, then he will bear the consequences. Since he wants justice, then give him justice. It's that simple."
"… maybe."
Nibelungen rarely came to a conclusion: "For most people, such simplicity is actually very difficult. The bishop and the lawyers in the Holy City will probably quarrel to the point of bloodshed."
"A long time ago, someone said to me: Meaningless arguments are part of what you have to go through before you can get results. Even if the arguments are meaningless to both parties, let them find the results they want."
The Red King said calmly: "I'm just the Pope. I can't give them what God promised them."
"I'll tell them."
"Okay, let's go."
The Red King waved his hand.
"What about you?" Nibelungen asked, "Are you going back to the palace? Or are you going to have dinner first?"
"I?"
The Red King raised his eyes and looked at the sky, falling towards the glow of the bright moon: "I suddenly want to be quiet... to experience the feeling that the coward wants. This feeling must be good, Otherwise, that guy wouldn’t be so nostalgic.”
Nibelungen was silent for a long time and said: "Maybe the Yellow King just wants to rest for a while, so you don't have to worry too much."
"maybe."
The Red King didn't seem to have any expectations for this, and just stared at the moonlight: "Anyway, that coward has fled so far away. Regardless of whether he comes back or not, those who are left behind must plan for the future. Nibo Dragon Root, no matter what is lost, the world will continue to function as usual."
No one responded, and the Nibelungen seemed to have left.
In the silence, only the Red King stood on the altar, silently raising his head and staring at the moonlight.
His sight passed through the night and across the endless sky.
Up, up, and up.
I don't know when it started, outside the earth, behind the high altitudes, in the eternal darkness of the universe, in front of that huge round of moonlight... a small spot that was difficult to detect with the naked eye appeared.
It reflects the glow of steel, resists the pull of the earth's gravity, and soars above the trajectory of the stars.
Not close, not far away, just watching the land and sky from a distance, running silently in the eternal quiet void.
There, someone woke up from a dream.
In what seemed like forever silence, he opened his eyes and stared at the moon outside the window, his eyes becoming quiet and beautiful.
What a moonlight.