Chapter 362
Chapter 362
The mage lifted his head. The light subsided, and the contours of his face gradually came into view. He swept back the long hair obscuring his vision, gripped his staff firmly, and looked straight ahead.
"......"
Mecklenburg felt the blood drain toward the floor as he stared at him, transfixed. It was a chilling sight. Even the irises were the same color as his skin, and for some reason, not even pupils were visible. How could a person's eyes be white? Were even his irises transparent, like the light he radiated? No. If his irises truly held no pigment and were entirely empty, those eyes should not be white—they should rightly be red. Yes, like....
The blood-red eyes that had looked straight at him flickered through his mind. Then, through Mecklenburg's head passed the day he had first encountered Nicolaus Ernst's Divine Power. The Divine Power he'd witnessed from him was something he would never forget for as long as he lived. He couldn't tell whether that Divine Power and this light could be compared, but at the very least, overlapping with a clear, intense light reminiscent of Nicolaus's, these pure white eyes looked instead like a token of holiness.
Sanctity and dread are separated by a hair's breadth. And so, before the dread that overwhelmed his heart, Mecklenburg intuited: that was an artificial purity.
His Excellency the Chancellor looked at the Metropolitan Archbishop and asked in a frigid voice.
"Even having passed the checkpoint, warping into the Imperial Palace without authorization is impossible."
"That is correct."