Chapter 327: CCCXXVII. Formless is the great elephant
February 3rd.
In the territory of Aran, the Imperial City, Dragon Stone Square, Aran National Museum.
The grand square, with pathways paved in cobblestone and sparkling gravel, is uniquely scenic. At a bench beside a garden outside the museum, a freckled newsboy sells the "Aran Epoch Weekly."
Sharon sat on the bench. With her status as a Priest, except during sacrificial rituals, she no longer needed to wear a nun’s hat, but she still wore the black clergy attire with a white shawl and a silver necklace bearing the Dragon Lord emblem, just like Marcus once did, her left arm adorned with an armband symbolizing her priestly rank.
She bought a newspaper for the price of two copper coins.
As a semi-official media outlet of Aran, the news was generally serious.
It distilled the major news from around the world over the past week.
Three global events were repeatedly mentioned. First was about the Atomic Heart Church rebelling against the heavenly mandates, condemned by various religious groups. Second was about the internal chaos in Beima Duchy, where royal authority had collapsed, and rebels were banding together, leading to severe civil unrest.
The third major event.
It was the recent uproar involving the infamous Liszt, who was accused of massacring people in the East Sea Domain, committing inhumane mass murders on four fishing islands belonging to member states of the Cross Alliance, in an attempt to violently control the East Sea.
The Emperor, from within the Imperial Palace, never issued commands personally. The highest spokesman of the Royal Court was Cicero, the national bank director and the one-eyed warrior who campaigned with the Emperor against Old Aran.