Huh? Are they all real?.

Hidden behind the curtain, she slowly walked to the statue of the goddess.

She gently reached out and stroked the statue of her sister.

She had thought about what the future would be like more than once.

Yet they are always utterly astonished by the amazing unfolding of the future.

For example, his return, the erroneous history that even she seemed unaware of, and everything that was happening right now.

To be honest, it was only when she met him that she would repeatedly feel at a loss for what to do.

This feeling made her extremely unhappy, yet she also felt an immense attachment to it.

Because this was a feeling she had never experienced before.

It was like this before, and it's still like this now.

However, in the past she could only watch helplessly as the worst things happened, but now she can finally take some precautions.

She withdrew her hand from the goddess's statue, bent down, and picked up the moon-white longbow.

Before the emerald green light faded.

She disappeared into the golden glow, taking with her moon-white longbow.

Just a moment after she had hidden herself away.

Countless winding vines, like green ribbons, quietly climbed over the dilapidated church, covering in the blink of an eye the mottled marks left by time on the church walls.

Flowers bloomed freely on the decaying chair. Their delicate petals, like glittering stars, radiated a captivating glow in the dimly lit space.

In this place, filled with both vicissitudes and rebirth, the verdant goddess stands tall. Her graceful figure seems to have stepped out of a dream. Her skin, like tender green leaves, radiates the glow of life; her eyes, like clear lake water, reflect the beauty of the world.

She stood there quietly, as if she were the embodiment of nature.

However, after a moment of looking around, her clear, watery eyes revealed a look of confusion.

The emerald green goddess stood before the statue, just like the goddess who had been hidden behind the curtain before.

Both of them came here to pursue the same thing.

However, she seemed to have arrived a little late, and she didn't even realize it.

The emerald-green fairy goddess bent down and carefully stroked the moss-covered ground.

Before she arrived, a moon-white longbow sat quietly here.

And now, there's nothing left here.

The emerald goddess of the elves could only frown more and more as she searched the church.

But clearly, this was a waste of time.

After a long while, even the goddess could only look at the empty church and sigh deeply.

She couldn't find the girl, and she couldn't find the bow either.

So what exactly happened?

The unknown anomaly made the goddess very irritable.

She always felt that something absolutely unbearable was happening somewhere she didn't know about.

But she couldn't do anything, and she didn't even know what had happened.

Because the goddess stands here, the entire church is completely covered with green vegetation.

Everything here is filled with greenery, like a green paradise.

The goddess, having found nothing, could only quietly depart amidst the green glow emanating from her.

Meanwhile, in the city of Rodgerns.

The girl had unknowingly wrapped her arms around Moen's arm.

And as she withdrew her slightly confused gaze from a certain direction, she hugged Moen even tighter.

The hug was so tight that Moen felt it was a little too tight.

This made Moen look at the girl.

"what happened?"

But the girl simply shook her head and slightly loosened her grip on Moen.

Having received no reply, Moen had no choice but to give up.

But the girl holding him quietly looked at the shadows beside her.

There, it seems, stands a woman with a graceful figure.

She seemed to be holding a longbow and hiding behind a curtain.

The shadowy curtains and the shadows on the walls made it even harder to see if she was really there.

As a passerby quickly stepped between them, blocking the girl's view for a moment, everything returned to normal.

The girl stopped looking at the corner, and there was no one in the corner.

Chapter 291 The Pope in Fear

At the Pope's instruction, both cardinals boarded the airship bound for Rodgerens.

This time, they made an enormous show of force.

They not only brought their own private soldiers, but also their vassals.

When you look at them piecemeal, their fleet almost covered half the sky.

The cardinals were all present to see the fleet off.

Regardless of how bad they are in private, they still have to appear united in public.

Moreover, this time the other party was genuinely there on official business.

Although they all believed that the Patriarch's death was most likely the work of one of their comrades.

Among the dozen or so cardinals, the young cardinal who had finally moved from the back to the middle withdrew his gaze.

A genuine smile appeared on his face.

The other party did not tell him the full plan, but only what he knew.

He believed the other party had a very high chance of success!

Therefore, Cardinal Moss is most likely not coming back.

Although yesterday's hasty entry meant that even if Cardinal Moss brought him into his faction and designated him as his successor, he still couldn't completely swallow up Cardinal Moss's power.

But so what?

He had previously watched helplessly as he was gradually sidelined, but now even if he swallowed a portion of it, it would be enough for him to gain a foothold.

Simply perfect!

Of course, this depends on the other party actually succeeding!

This made the young Göring narrow his eyes slightly.

It was at this moment that he suddenly noticed another problem—why wasn't the Pope here?

In this situation, shouldn't the Pope, as the head of the church, be present?

With this question in mind, Göring beckoned to a church knight and asked:

"Why is His Holiness the Pope not present? Is there some important official business?"

The knights, who belonged to the Papal Guard, bowed and said:

"His Majesty said he needs to pray to both His Majesties, that the two Cardinals may have a successful trip."

It's a perfectly plausible explanation, but who would believe it?

Lionheart is long dead, and Storm Goddess also 'died' along with Lionheart in the Storm Sea.

Neither of them will respond to prayers, or rather, the most terrifying thing would be if one of them started responding to prayers.

Because they all know what a mess the church is like these days.

This is a serious matter that will absolutely be eradicated!

Moreover, they had no means to resist the supreme being.

At least in Göring's view, there was none at all.

Their power is entirely dependent on the prestige of the supreme ruler.

Therefore, the higher up the church goes, the less faith there is in Storm and Lionheart.

Their relationship has long ceased to be that of believer and God; they are enemies, host and parasite.

So what exactly is the Pope doing?

Göring keenly sensed that something was wrong.

As he pondered, he smiled at the knight and said:

"That's great."

The knight smiled and bowed his head before retreating.

Göring was left alone, lost in thought, before leaving.

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And at that round table.

The Pope, unusually, paced back and forth in the closed basilica.

He looked very anxious.

The anxiety was so intense that even a child could see the problem.

He also kept muttering things that were incomprehensible to others.

"Why? Why did it disappear? Why did it disappear?"

"Why did they disappear?"

"How could it disappear? And at this time?!"

"Could it be that something's amiss?"

"No way! He's the one who's least likely to leave or give up!"

"What happened?"

His voice grew increasingly anxious, and his steps quickened.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of something falling behind him.

This made the already tense Pope turn around instantly.

High up on the steps, the veil that they had placed there to cover the goddess's face countless years ago has fallen down.

Actually, it was less of a veil and more of a curtain shaped like a veil.

It wasn't placed directly on the goddess's statue, but rather in front of her face.

It seems that this was because the popes and their officials at the time dared not touch the goddess's statue.

Therefore, it is highly likely that the veil was put on shortly after Lionheart's death.

Otherwise, the church wouldn't have been so afraid of the goddess who died in the stormy sea.

It's unbelievable that it started so early.

The Pope himself is always moved when he thinks about this.

Lionheart was indeed an undisputed great man.

Selfless and noble.

But it seems that precisely because of this, He gave the church too much power and influence that it shouldn't have.

The Pope understands what the king is worried about.