Chapter 93 : A Dumb Dog
Chapter 93: A Dumb Dog
"Then, do you believe what is written in the Holy Scriptures is correct?"George suddenly asked.
"Ha, if it weren’t for all that messy nonsense, your Holy Scriptures would indeed be correct." Yara laughed.
"But as it stands now, your Holy Scriptures are too short even to be read as a joke book."
George shook his head and said,"If it is correct, then I ought to put it into practice."
"You’re hopeless." Yara shook her head and sighed.
"I am merely walking on the correct path,"George responded.
"Then, have you all prepared yourselves?"Yara said.
"If you want to keep going forward, you will inevitably have to face danger."
"Just the actions we’ll take include assassination, poisoning, and cutting off supplies."
"And beyond us, there are also those True Nobles."
"Even if you are protected by Mystery, what about the commoners you protect? The weak you protect?"
"Since you are prepared to destroy the established order we live by, then these dangers are yours to face."
"Yes, perhaps you have the protection of the Lord, although we do not understand why a Lord, who should be on our side, would tolerate you."
"But this is already overturning the rules we rely upon to survive."
"Don’t even mention the Lord, even if the Grand Duke were here, if they truly want to establish this new order, we would still fight the Grand Duke."
"Just as you said, these commoners only want to survive—so do we. We just want to keep living in this messed-up world."
"But the good and evil that you uphold and believe in cannot keep us alive."
"Only by adhering to the ancient rules can we survive."
"And it’s not just us surviving—the commoners won’t be cut off because of it either."
Yara tugged on the reins, and the horse turned around at her signal.
"Since you want to save them, then take them away. They and you are no longer of any value." Yara said, her back facing George.
George and three Temple Warriors led the Believers rescued from Daniels Village toward Adams Village, while Marl returned to the Church.
"These are the words Knight George asked me to bring to you,"Marl said.
He relayed the conversation between George and Yara to Corleon.
"Marl, who do you think was right between the two of them?" Corleon, facing away from Marl, suddenly asked as Marl was preparing to leave.
Marl froze. His reason told him, of course, George was right.
After all, he was now a member of the Church of the Sanctuary, so naturally he needed to affirm that he was on the right path.
But just as he was about to speak, he hesitated.
"I originally intended to agree with Knight George,"he finally said."But in the Holy Scriptures, the Lord said to be honest."
"So I sincerely share with you what I feel in my heart."
"I believe Miss Yara spoke more correctly."
"From our studies, we came to understand Werewolves and understand Mystery. Because of this, I also know that from the perspective of human survival, Miss Yara is correct."
"My resentment toward the Local Gentry is merely out of hatred. If I were the leader, I too would concentrate resources, establish class hierarchy, raise a stronger force, and sacrifice the weak to resist danger."
"Those who are too weak don’t even qualify to face danger."
After speaking, Marl lowered his head, feeling conflicted inside.
"Then do you believe George was right?" Corleon continued to ask without turning back.
Marl didn’t hear any blame in Corleon’s tone, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
After a moment’s thought, he continued.
"What Monk George said is, of course, also correct."
"The Holy Scriptures represent the distinction between good and evil, and represent Order."
"And this Order is not the kind Miss Yara mentioned."
"That is but a small order, while the Holy Scriptures represent the Great Order."
"Only after the Great Order is established can the lower-class commoners live a more stable life, without having to worry about being dragged away and killed the next day."
"Only then can we realize the Heavenly Kingdom on Earth that we hope for."
"So, as Marl yourself, whose words would you be more inclined to support?"Corleon continued to ask.
"Naturally, Knight George's words." This time, Marl's answer came without a trace of hesitation.
"I firmly believe that the day of the Heavenly Kingdom on Earth will surely come."
He said.
"Haha, if you truly wish to see that day come, you’ll need to keep working hard."Corleon laughed.
"Go and get some rest. When the Monastery is completed, you’ll receive your Monk's Robe."
Marl froze for a moment, then couldn’t help but smile with joy.
"Thank you for your recognition."
"You should be thanking yourself,"Corleon said.
"After you return, record the conversation we just had, then copy it in two copies. One is to be stored in the Monastery, and the other in the Church’s study. Keep the original handwritten version for yourself."
"Yes, Bishop."
Marl departed.
Still seated on the bench with his back to Marl, Corleon opened his eyes.
They gleamed like gold.
At the same time, a gray mist gathered within the Church, eventually forming a pair of vertical beast pupils in the haze.
"I finally found you." A hoarse voice emerged.
"You’ve been spying on my existence."
The voice was the same as that of the Werewolf caught earlier, yet its meaning was naturally understood by Corleon.
"Is it prophecy? Or astrology? Or perhaps—" The vertical pupils looked down upon Corleon with an overwhelming sense of pressure.
"Your eyes?"
Within those pupils flickered curiosity and greed.
"Are you a Werewolf?" Corleon asked.
"Ha, don’t lump me together with those dumb dogs." The voice was somewhat irritated.
"I am the noble Wolf God!"
"Oh, still just a dumb dog."
"Shut up! I am the Wolf God, a god!" The eyes came closer, as though trying to press against Corleon.
"Oh, I see, you're trying to provoke me." The anger in the voice suddenly vanished, replaced by a hint of mockery.
"A petty trick."
"It seems you’re not a god. Then, it must be your eyes."he said.
"Golden eyes like these… they remind me of those two lions."
"If I hadn’t been asleep back then, I would’ve had a pair of brilliant golden eyes as part of my collection too."
"Of course, it’s not too late now. I like your eyes. Come, offer them to the great Wolf God!" he said,
The pupils in the eyes slightly contracted.
"As expected, just a dumb dog." Corleon laughed.
"Let me see—"
After he spoke, he closed his eyes, then opened them again.
"Hahaha, so after those two Golden Lions charged into the mountains, you fled in fear to Blackrock Point."
"It seems you're not only dumb, but also a coward."
The airflow inside the Church seemed to freeze.
Then the whites of those eyes burst with blood vessels.
"Shut up! You bastard! I only went to Blackrock Point to handle some business! I am the great Wolf God, how could I be afraid of two already-dead Golden Lions!" the voice roared in fury.
"A Wolf God frightened away by two dead Golden Lions?"
"Is this supposed to be a god?"
"Can that even be considered a god?"
Corleon laughed.