Yale suddenly clenched the parchment into a ball and looked at the Archbishop with wide eyes full of disbelief.

Seeing his expression, the archbishop just smiled bitterly, "The secret letter was drafted by the Pope himself...

The light of the goddess...

It can no longer appease the ambitions of the White Night Empire..."

Yale was stunned. He slowly raised his head, and the hand holding the parchment couldn't stop shaking, "You mean..."

The Pope...compromised?"

Nodding vigorously, the archbishop suddenly stood upright, his old eyes full of bloodshot eyes and roared: "The goddess of light can no longer protect her people, the church has bowed to the empire..."

The hoarse shouting seemed to have exhausted the Archbishop's strength. The voice echoed in the empty room. The difficulty and helplessness of the voice seemed to prove the Bishop's emotions...

But compared to the archbishop's grief and anger, Yale gradually calmed down...

"Compromising...bowing down...giving up on the people?"

Senbai's pinched fist slowly let go, and the parchment fell back to the table. Yale murmured softly, and something that had always been firm in his mind suddenly appeared cracks...

"Rumble..."

The explosion outside the window was getting closer and closer. Yale was stunned for a while and then suddenly turned around and slowly walked towards the door...

"The goddess's followers gathered under the Tower of Light...

Even if they are no longer citizens of Ogilia in the future, they are still the people of the goddess of light at this moment..."

Yale's voice came slowly, but there was no trace of slackness or weakness.

"The church's magician group will try its best to protect their safety, but it is limited to the area illuminated by the Light Tower. Other people in the city..."

Understanding what he was talking about, the archbishop weakly agreed. But looking at Yale's lonely back, he couldn't bear to comfort him: "Yale...

I hope you don’t lose faith in the church…

As the youngest priest of the church, your future..."

"Future?" Yale, who had already walked to the door, smiled coldly, and his indifferent voice slowly interrupted the archbishop's words.

"The benevolent goddess of light has bowed to the empire, and the holy church has given way to the bloody power. Your Lord Bishop is still talking to me about my future?"

"You..." The Archbishop was startled, his face turned pale instantly, and his body swayed a few times without any trace and almost fell down.

Yale slowly turned his head and looked at the old face with a smile.

After seemingly struggling for a while, he suddenly slowly reached into his arms, slowly took off the goddess pendant hanging from the platinum necklace around his neck, and held it in his hands.

Just looking at the beautifully carved goddess quietly, his eyes suddenly lit up after struggling for a while, as if he had finally made a decision...

"The goddess has abandoned his people..."

After gently kissing the crystal-polished goddess pendant, he gently placed it on the marble floor at his feet with trembling hands, then turned around and walked out the door...

And as his back disappeared, the Archbishop's vision suddenly went dark, and he fell down on his chair...

The face full of vicissitudes of life seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. The archbishop stared at the door, his hands trembling slightly...

"he……

Abandoned faith?

No……
Chapter completed!