Chapter 1287.1
Bishop Tophenne followed Priest Roam, with whom he had joined forces.
Saint Davey O’Rowane had acquired a set of stigmata. Yet, he had since lost the qualification for the stigmata and had them taken away. On top of that, he was also plotting something.
In Tophenne’s eyes, Davey O’Rowane was a man unworthy of being a saint.
If asked whether he hated him, the answer would be no. For Bishop Tophenne, who had gone through an elite education, the way the priests of the Holy Empire lived was as close to the truth of life as could be. The actions of Prince Davey, moving completely contrary to that truth, were something he could never interpret as the behavior befitting a saint.
Of course, the man used to have stigmata. So, perhaps he was different when no one was watching. That thought crossed Tophenne’s mind, too.
However, after seeing Davey ignore those who needed help in the current Holy Empire crisis, then walking away somewhere, he truly began to doubt if he was someone worthy of the title of saint.
Priest Roam and Bishop Tophenne were now watching the sacred temple from a distance.
The sacred temple, a symbol of the Holy Empire, was usually inaccessible even to its citizens. Those who knew about the temple also knew of the special barrier surrounding it.
It was one of the miracles of Goddess Freyja.
That sacred temple, surrounded by the barrier of a miracle, was now shrouded in a red mist. Ever since Saint Davey O'Rowane had entered, the ominous red mist had only grown worse.
“Look at that! Since he entered, that dreadful mist has thickened. He's defiling the Holy Empire’s sacred temple to reclaim his stigmata.”
Hearing this, Bishop Tophenne, already half-brainwashed after receiving stigmata, clenched his trembling fist. “How dare he, defiling the sacred temple that carries the rich history of the Holy Empire!”