Ermu

Chapter 631: Promises of the Past and Present

Chapter 631: The Promise of Past and Present

After listening to Isabella's description of the Soul Battlefield, Nightingale's heart sank to the bottom. "You mean you don't know how to wake His Majesty from his slumber?"

She shook her head. "There is no precedent for this result, and I really can't solve it... However, when Jieluo devoured Garcia, she was in a daze for a while. She explained at the time that she had found something interesting in the other party's memory, which took her a lot of effort. And Jieluo's life is more complicated than anyone else's. I guess it will take Roland longer to accept this part of the memory. But as long as he is alive, he should wake up naturally."

Nightingale couldn't judge whether these contents were true or credible, she could only judge that the other party was not lying—at least these guesses were heartfelt thoughts for a Pure One.

But she also knew that the situation was not optimistic at all.

Two hundred years of service to the church, versus His Majesty's twenty years as a prince, which will become dominant? Will Roland get lost in the complicated memories and never wake up?

To put it another way, if he really accepted all of Jieluo's memories and then woke up, would he still be that Roland Wimbledon, the fourth prince of Graycastle... and the person she admired?

The surging thoughts made it almost impossible for Nightingale to control her mood.

She now understood why Wendy wanted Agatha to come with her.

"Let's talk about the Church," Agatha said after a moment of contemplation. "How much do you know about the Church's predecessor—the Association?"

"I basically know everything Jieluo knows," Isabella replied cooperatively. "Are you still doubting the content of those letters? Since Jieluo took over as Pope, Pure Ones approved by the Secret Chamber can enter the library and read the hidden history of four hundred years ago. The records in the letters about the witch empire and the devils are all true."

"If it's just the information in the letters, it's not of much value to us," Agatha smiled slightly. "The witch empire is history in your eyes, but in my eyes, it is a part of life. I am a witch of the Association."

It was Isabella's turn to be surprised. "You... what did you say?"

"I come from the holy city of Taqila more than four hundred years ago, and I witnessed the destruction of the holy city with my own eyes. Devils are not rare things either. They still occupy most of the Land of Dawn. There are devil camps in the Hidden Forest west of Graycastle and at the end of the Redwater River. Roland has already fought them."

The Pure One was stunned, unable to speak for a long time.

"It's only a matter of time before we go to war with the devils. We all know that the Battle of Divine Will is coming. If it weren't for the Church's constant pressure, Roland wouldn't have chosen to resolve the hidden dangers with a decisive battle at this time." Agatha paused. "What I want to know is, how exactly did the Association transform into the Church?"

"This..." After a while, Isabella came back to her senses. "History mentions that during the escape, the Association broke out in a civil war, which took place on the northwest side of the Endless Mountains. The cause was not explained in detail, only that the Association was divided into two factions from then on. One faction, led by the Taqila witches, entered the maze ruins in the mountains, and the other faction was the Falling Star City witches, who inherited the will of Akalys and continued north, settling down under the Hermes Plateau and becoming the current Church."

"Civil war on the way to escape?" Agatha frowned. "This is simply suicide."

"The writers of history also thought so. The Association suffered heavy losses in the civil war. Not only did they lose two Transcendents, but they also completely lost contact with the migration team composed of mortals. By the time the faction heading north arrived at their destination, those mortals had scattered." Isabella sighed. "As for the subsequent War of Faith, it was just to hunt down non-combat witches who did not belong to Falling Star City—only in this way could the Church completely bury the past history."

"Burying the past is to facilitate the wanton hunting of witches in order to create mindless God's Punishment Warriors?" Nightingale said coldly. "You are all crazy."

"If it weren't for this civil war, the Four Kingdoms would not have broken away from the Association's control from the beginning, and the number of God's Punishment Warriors would have been far more than this," Isabella said calmly. "Of course, now that Roland Wimbledon has a better way, there is naturally no need for the Hermes Holy City to exist."

"You don't seem to have any attachment to the Church," Nightingale sneered.

"As long as the devils can be defeated, I don't care who controls the continent. This is also the original intention of the Association." She closed her eyes. "Although Jieluo is very crazy, her belief in fighting the devils is firmer than most people, which is why I chose to help her this time."

Hearing this, Nightingale couldn't help but pull out her dagger.

"If killing her could wake Roland, I would definitely not stop you," Agatha said softly.

After a while, she reluctantly put the dagger back into its sheath.

"By the way, there is one more thing I have to tell you," Isabella suddenly said just as the two were about to leave, "Although Jieluo allows Pure Ones to enter the sanctuary to consult the books in the library, the Divine Prayer Room on the top floor is forbidden to anyone, not even to approach it. She only told me alone that standing there, she could face God directly."

...

Walking out of the "prison cell," Nightingale slammed the wall hard, "... Damn it! In the end, we still couldn't find a way to wake His Majesty!"

"We've done everything we can, and we can only continue to wait," Agatha comforted. "Anyway, let's report the news we got to everyone first."

"She will pay the price for this, I guarantee it!"

"As long as you don't kill her, she is still of great use to us... whether it is to deal with the Holy City or to explore the secrets of the Godstones."

Soon, the witches gathered outside the bedroom and began to listen to Agatha's retelling of the information about the Pure One, but Nightingale's mind was not here at all.

She quietly retreated to the corner, spread out the mist, and entered Roland's bedroom.

In the quiet room, besides her, there was only Anna.

Nightingale slowly walked to the bedside and saw Anna holding Roland's right hand, saying something softly.

She could only hold her breath to hear the other party's almost whispered murmur.

"Do you remember what I told you..."

"If you die, I will take those who are willing to follow you to Sleeping Island and fight the Church to the end."

"But you are still alive."

"You are just sleeping."

"So I will keep waiting."

"Whether it is a day or a year, even a lifetime, as long as you are still breathing, I will always be by your side."

"Rest easy."

"I will take good care of you."

Nightingale felt her heart contract violently. The feeling of heart-wrenching pain was even more unbearable than physical injury. She couldn't help but bend down and tightly cover her chest.

A warm current blurred her eyes.