Chapter 284: To Each Their Own (1/2)

“Domo-kasa-lamo, domo-kasa-lamo…”

In a basement beneath the Lancaster Brilliant White Church, a group of man wearing white cleric cassocks were sitting around the circle of a sacred art while chanting cryptic incantations.

And at the center was a white gem the size of a pigeon’s egg.

Moments later, a dazzling white light shone over the circle with the gem slowly melting-it then vanished into thin air.

In its place, several figures were slowly materializing: backup sent from Yinstein, the Holy City.

Despite being the captain of an imperial military detachment, Monan had a better nose for politics then the other knights. Still, he couldn’t be sure that his theory was correct in spite of his knowledge and experiences, since he couldn’t leap out of the frame to look at the big picture.

It appeared that the Lancaster Brilliant White Church hard contacted their Holy City with some sacred art in the very moment Mayor Corinth had announced the organization of the Twin City Cup.

The cardinal presiding over foreign relations ministry of the Holy City had decided that they could slightly uncover the depth of the Silver Eagle Duchy through the tourney—the Church of Games had only showed up in Tunaya thus far after all, and the Twin City Cup was in fact a joint event held by Lancaster and Tunaya.

That being said, the vastness of the Brilliant White Church meant that they didn’t have to be concerned about some minor religion that barely had any presence, even though they were clearly involved in the fall of the previous Church of Games.

Still, out of professional habit and the consideration of using the budget that would be deducted next time around, the cardinal eventually decided to send in a group of people to examine the situation.

Now, their figures slowly solidified within the sacred art.

But not only were their clothing exuding no sense of elegance, it gave the impression of shabbiness.

And it wasn’t just their clothing either-this group of people from the Holy City only maintained their most basic of hygiene in hair and beard, hence looking rather unkempt.

Their darkened skins were exposed beneath the clothes that fitted loosely over their bodies, palpating a brutish demeanor completely unlike the fair-skinned, delicate bishops. One could even vaguely distorted marks on their skin that looked suspiciously like wounds from lashing

In fact, they wouldn’t look out of place in the slums aside from being a little hygienic and not smelling weirdly.

Even so, none of the clerics present were holding those peasant-like figures in disdain, let alone acting impolite towards them.

After all, they were the monks.

They lived in voluntary poverty, harsh living conditions to cultivate themselves, exhausting their spirit, flesh, soul and whatever they had in the name of their faith. In exchange of that pure heart was their god’s watchfulness and power surpassing most other believers.

Even though there were completely different structures in each church, the title of monks signified equally important meaning.

No matter which faith it was, only zealots or believers surpassing them had what it takes to become monks.

And inside a behemoth such as the Brilliant White Church, it was already an indescribable honor for anyone who could become a monk. There were even clerics who believed that monkhood was a more difficult position compared to bishops sent to remote corners of the continent.