The Vastness of Magical Destiny

"Hmm, Lord Tez makes a lot of sense. If we could get Komer to make a statement, I think those guys would definitely sense a shift in the wind and take our demands more seriously," Hoffman said hopefully.

"However, getting Komer to make such a statement is probably not going to be easy. His relationship with Princess Katya is very close, and he also knows what consequences such an attitude would bring. So, we still need to carefully consider how to get Komer to do this." Tez was clearly not as optimistic as Hoffman. The prince seemed to be thinking too simply. Komer had been a political veteran for quite some time now and would not be manipulated as easily as before.

In the sanctuary, the statues were bathed in a layer of golden light mist under the afterglow of the setting sun, blending sanctity and magnificence. The colorful stained glass windows cast a blurry enchantment, and the whole hall rippled with a yearning for heaven amid the low and pleasing music. Both the people still in confession and the monks meditating with their eyes closed seemed immersed in this indescribable atmosphere, their spirits cleansed and purified, basking in the peace that follows confusion.

The prominent front of the Basilica appeared especially round and magnificent, and the shadow of the obelisk on the square moved gradually with the sunlight. Countless doves circled above the square, and everything looked so peaceful and beautiful.

The drab monastic robes trailed on the ground, and the cloak was slightly askew on the shoulders of the monk standing before the gate, who seemed very moved by the scene and remained silent, simply standing there quietly.

The man inside the room seemed to be cloaked in darkness, except for his eyes, which gleamed brightly. With his hands crossed within the wide sleeves of his clothes, it was impossible to guess what he was doing.

The two men maintained their stance, with no words exchanged.

"It seems we’re still short of success. We let that guy get away. Now, he’s come back with quite a momentum," the man who had been standing at the gateway suddenly said.

"Are you referring to that guy from the Caucasus?" The man standing in the darkness raised his voice a bit. "I don’t understand how he managed to survive. It’s said that barely one in a hundred survives falling into a spatial rift. Does that guy have such good luck?"

"Spatial rifts are mysterious, and even space mages find them hard to explain. Yet, this guy managed to stir up such a big commotion upon his return. Philip is finished, and even that guy Onia skulked back to Marco. Humph, even their Saintess Yelena has disappeared, what a joke. The Church of Light hasn’t seen such absurdity in centuries. Vazinsky always acts so grave, can he really keep calm this time?" A brazen and unrestrained voice rose suddenly, as eyes blazed like fierce flames, seemingly burning everything in the dark, while unruly hair trembled slightly with emotion, like an angry lion roaring in fury.

"Hmph, now with His Holiness the Pope in seclusion, not even the communication bells can wake him. Vazinsky must suffer in silence, given such a blunder. He doesn’t want Frenster to have a laugh at his expense. He has no choice but to bear it and leak the news to us, isn’t his intention clear? Noyola, he wants us to lead the charge. Little does he know, we’ve already been through a tough battle with our shirts off," the figure hidden in the darkness spoke calmly.