10 Chapter 10 Requim of One (1/2)
The cathedral was so tall it appeared to hold up the night sky.
Even though Kenji looked like a noble, with an ashen vampire corpse under one arm to boot, he still got jostled. The streets leading to the Catherdral steps were choked with people, all armed, many singing their praises to the Everseeing, the Bountyheart, and the Wellfaring.
As Kenji climbed the stairs, huge Templar Knights stood to either side. Larger than any man Tenji had ever known, they were completely hidden beneath silvery steel armour which had T-shaped helmets similar to a hammerhead shark. Each Templar filled the surrounding area with holy aura, so much so that the vampire corpse starting to smoulder beneath Kenji's arm.
”Do you have to bring that into the mass?” A robed priest frowned, ”can't you go straight to Psalms?”
”Eh, yes.” Kenji thought very hard, and recalled where 'Psalms' was. ”I'll head right over-”
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”You'll never get back through that crowd, holy brother,” the priest chuckled. ”Not that you would want to miss what the One has to say. Better to head inside, hear his divine words- then head to Psalms.”
Kenji smiled and nodded, a few distant ladies with fine dresses blushing and clucking to one another as they gestured in his direction. Even the priest seemed to be batting his eyelashes at him. Kenji shivered and hurried on, thoroughly out of his depth.
Inside, the walls were covered in stained glass. Somehow light streamed from behind them in golden rays, despite it being dark outside. Inside, a huge amount of adventurers, soldiers and zealots were arrayed before a golden plinth. According to Arthur's memories, reaching the clerks in the hall known as 'Psalms' would be easy once the crowd thinned. So Kenji held onto the burning vampire remains, and ignored the pained expressions of those poor folk forced to stand beside him.
In front of a flock of priests, the One strode to stand before them all. Kenji's heart sank.
The man wore white bishop's garb, held a white sceptre and smiled with bright white teeth and peered around with snow-white hair and eyes. His skin was drenched black, the very same man that had worn that white suit and put Kenji in this mess to begin with.
”Brave warriors of our Holy Kingdom of Alandria!” The One roared, everyone else instantly going silent as he spoke.
”You have come before me at my behest. For that I thank you. Threatened in the north by giants, to the west by the Xeno empire, the east by the three Magic Princedoms, and the South by the demon controlled wastelands, we are encircled! We too are threatened from within, Alandria is swamped with monster filth, heretics, and evils from ancient days that hide beneath our very feet. Yet there are new threats to contend with, 18 champions of evil that are prophesied to lead our enemies towards our fair Kingdom's destruction!”
The crowd was filled with enraged shouting, cheers and pleading prayers for salvation.
”Now, for a word from your king...”
A firm man covered in white-steel plate - Mithril according to Arthur - and with the presence of ten men stood before them all. His Royal Knights arrayed themselves behind him as they floated a hand's breadth from the ground, and for a moment he just stared. His silver eyes scanned the huge crowd, resting for a moment on Kenji and his smoking parcel of once Vampiric flesh.