Chapter 238: The Holy Land of Ferderica (1)
They had succeeded in bringing the sinner chosen by their god’s own revelation to the holy land.
Normally, a new revelation would descend the moment such a feat was accomplished. That was how it had always been. However, this time, something felt off. The revelation did not come immediately. It was as if even the god was caught off guard, as if events were not unfolding according to their divine plan.
It was only later that night, well after all the excitement had faded and the sanctuary had gone still, that the long-awaited revelation finally arrived. Ferderica had ordered the church to offer the sinner to them.
“I will obey,” the Saint replied quietly.
To fulfill the god’s will, to present such a grand sacrifice, there could be no room for error. Every step of the offering had to be perfect, every rite performed with unwavering devotion. The Saint quickly summoned the Elders and began relaying the details of the revelation, organizing the preparations as fast as possible. The sanctuary buzzed with activity, all in service of the holy offering to come.
As the Saint watched the preparations with quiet satisfaction, an Elder approached with deliberate steps.
“Saint,” the Elder said softly, bowing his head.
“What is it?” the Saint asked him.
“We have received a message of regret from the Kingdom of Denian.”
“Ah, I see...” The Saint’s expression showed no surprise.
Riltara had reported that she brought Ketal from the capital of Denian. From the kingdom’s perspective, it was as if their capital had been infiltrated and overpowered by the followers of Ferderica. Even if only to save face, the Denian royal family needed to express their displeasure, at least formally.
“Treat it as we always have. Ignore it,” the Saint decided without hesitation.