“We just finished talking about Lutherch not long ago, and I was thinking of coming to check if Your Highness had woken up.”
Qiansitelin straightened up, her smile still in place.
“It seems Your Highness woke up just in time. Want to get up? It’s already bright outside.”
Muxuan tilted her head slightly, her gaze passing through the gap in the curtains as she sensed the soft warmth of the light coming in.
“Mm.”
She responded quietly, supporting herself to sit up. The thin, soft blanket slipped from her shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbones and the straps of her white nightgown.
“You talked all night? About the Southern Mine Vein, and… Nisangdo?”
When she mentioned that name, there was a hint of tension in her voice.
Qiansitelin keenly noticed the subtle change in Muxuan’s emotions.
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she turned and walked to the window, gently pulling open the heavy curtains.
The soft light of the base poured in at once, dispelling the dimness inside the room.
“Hm?”
Muxuan’s golden eyes followed Qiansitelin’s figure.
“More or less, but what we discussed wasn’t about those things.”
Qiansitelin walked to a corner of the room where an old wooden chest stood. She opened it and carefully took out a neatly folded garment.
It was a white robe, covered all over with golden divine patterns. The style was simple, yet it still exuded a sense of nobility. What drew the most attention was its wide hood.
“How many sets of clothes do you have?”
Muxuan was momentarily stunned as she looked at the white robe in Qiansitelin’s hands, then couldn’t help but tease.
Qiansitelin spread the robe—white with gold patterns and a wide hood—in front of Muxuan. The fabric shimmered with a soft luster.
Hearing Muxuan’s comment, she couldn’t help but smile, her tone light.
“Your Highness, this is my battle gear stockpile! After all these years, I had to have a few impressive outfits～This one is especially suited for you.”
Muxuan was silent for a moment, saying nothing more.
When Qiansitelin raised the robe and came over, Muxuan actively stretched out her arms, letting Qiansitelin dress her.
“Mm… as for what we discussed last night… let me think. That old man Lutherch actually came up with a… somewhat interesting plan.”
Qiansitelin carefully fastened the side sash of the robe for Muxuan, her fingertips gliding over the smooth fabric.
“Oh? What is it?”
“That old man Lutherch proposed… to truly establish the Holy City.”
“The Holy City?”
Muxuan was slightly startled, a flicker of surprise passing through her golden eyes, which then gave way to understanding.
Feinisar was once the glorious symbol of the Church of Light, a beacon of faith, and a sacred ground where believers achieved Transcendence.
But now it had mutated, overrun by endless The Strange.
They certainly couldn’t reclaim the original Holy City Feinisar. Therefore, rebuilding the Holy City meant that the Church would have a truly central core.
“Yes.”
Qiansitelin nodded, then raised her hand to gesture in the air as she explained.
“We already have the base as the core Holy City, and we already have three large strongholds, which can be named [Sun], [Star], and [Ying]. That leaves only one stronghold to name after [Moon]. And as for the foundation for building the Holy City… Beikeze has already left it behind.”
Having said this, Qiansitelin stopped, having finished dressing Muxuan.
Muxuan walked silently to the window, her gaze fixed on the towering church spire at the center of the base, and beyond it, the vague direction of the strongholds.
The Divine Core given by the Goddess circulated slowly within her body. She could clearly perceive that the Light of Faith of the believers within the entire Church base was indeed purer than ever before.
This was the “legacy” left by Beikeze’s brutal Judgment.
And this purity was precisely the most crucial foundation for establishing the Holy City.
“He sees things quite clearly.”
Muxuan said softly, her tone complex.
Beikeze’s “Judgment” had laid the cornerstone for the purity of faith for the Holy City in the most extreme and brutal way.
Muxuan’s heart was a mix of emotions. Her anger at Beikeze’s actions had not dissipated, yet she had to acknowledge this cold truth.
“What about the Great Artisan God?”
Qiansitelin walked to her side and asked softly.
Muxuan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions.
She knew very well what had happened at the Southern Mine Vein. Even if Qiansitelin hadn’t told her the details, there had definitely been a significant loss of personnel.
And to build the Holy City, they certainly wouldn’t have enough manpower on their own. They would need the assistance of the Watkan Tribe.
Qiansitelin nodded, pulling the wide hood over Muxuan’s head, hiding her overly dazzling silver hair and her golden eyes that held Divinity.
Without alerting anyone, the two quietly left the base and headed toward the stronghold where the Great Artisan God was located.
Muxuan did not immediately inform the Cardinal about the naming of the strongholds.
She still needed to discuss it with the Great Artisan God.
“Your Highness, there’s one thing I want to confirm. Those two swords left by Beikeze…”
Qiansitelin added on the way, her expression somewhat serious as she looked at Muxuan.
Last night, Lutherch’s meaning was very clear.
If those two swords were indeed what he suspected, then they could be fully integrated into the new Holy City.
In other words…
This would become an important part of maintaining internal stability within the Church.
Muxuan rubbed her temples, then lightly tapped her fingers.
The Holy Relic was connected to Muxuan herself and also had storage capabilities. Therefore, after the Goddess left, the Crosier had lost most of its function.
So she had also handed that crosier over to Muxuan.
To be honest, after holding the crosier for so long, now having nothing in her hands, Muxuan found it rather strange.
“I haven’t fully studied them yet, but I can be sure that those two swords are closely connected to that stone tablet.”
At the same time, deep inside the church, Muxuan suddenly opened her eyes.
Those golden pupils seemed to intersect with Muxuan’s golden pupils.
From an extremely far distance, Muxuan could still clearly see the dense writing on the stone tablet.
Instantly, Muxuan felt her head grow a little dizzy.
But she was certain that the first line read:
“Everything must follow the will of the Purest Light.”
The moment she saw that line, many guesses surged in Muxuan’s heart.
And now, those guesses were darting wildly in her mind, as if they were about to be confirmed.
Beikeze had not written “Follow the Goddess of Light,” nor had he written “Follow the Pope.”
Instead, he wrote—“Follow the Purest Light.”
Beikeze might have… long ago noticed her disguise, but had simply never called her out on it.
And the lines engraved below on the stone tablet all served to strengthen the binding force of the first line, and… to block impure prying.
That wasn’t the most important part.
Beikeze had integrated all the laws he considered correct into this stone tablet.
Once someone violated the laws within the domain of Light and came before these two swords, they would face Judgment.
That was Beikeze’s true purpose!
He wanted to bring “Order” within the Church.
The stone tablet was the binding of the Rule, and those two swords were the Executioners.