Scepter of Thorns

early morning.

A familiar begging sound came from outside the door. Edward rubbed the quilt and pulled his dark blonde hair irritably.He struggled with sleepy instincts, and strange dreams kept him from sleeping.In the end, he sighed resignedly, and got up to change his clothes stiffly, as if someone who had been sleeping forever was dragged up abruptly.

Edward's long hair was messed up left and right, looking a little fuzzy.He looked around while buttoning the buttons, the huge clock pointed to VII, the heavy curtains faintly revealed a ray of light staying on the pointer, everything was familiar.Edward got up to draw the curtains, and the light poured all over the floor. The towering salt pillar and the prosperity beneath it were embedded in the window frame, like a picture scroll.

He heaved a sigh of relief, and after a quick wash, Edward put on the Pope's fine attire and walked into the chapel.

"I, Edward Dorsus, take up the office of Pope, and serve the God of Light with all my heart.

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After the tedious discussion was over, Edward touched his chest and knelt down on one knee, "Light will last forever."

The stained glass inlaid on the window is projected on his cloak, making it a bit gorgeous.Wei Ye and several elite knights stood aside with their heads bowed like sculptures. He stood up and looked down at the Holy Son who had just arrived.

There is another round, as long as he is done, he can go back to rest-Edward is a bit tired, he didn't have a good rest yesterday, and he must sleep for a while at noon.

Amiens also knelt on one knee, with his silver hair hanging down, he said calmly, "What is Your Majesty calling me for?"

"Amiens-Black." Edward chanted like a poem, "Collude with the demons, betray my lord, abolish the status of the Son, and punish him with death."

The sunlight was thrown into the window like fine arrows, densely scattered on the wall behind Amiens.And Ya knew things were starting to go wrong.Edward's ruling was purely personal and did not disturb any high-level Holy See. It was obvious that he was to be dealt with alone, which meant that he would completely disappear like those sensitive figures who were executed in secret.He tried to contradict: "The ruling is a metaphor, Your Majesty."

"My identity doesn't need a metaphor, I am the judge." Edward didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and put the scepter between his eyebrows first, "Take back the glory that my lord bestowed on you."

A slender white line overflowed from the top of the scepter in an instant, blocking Amiens' retreat.The power of light was continuously being withdrawn from his body, and Amiens' long silver hair gradually dimmed.He lost his strength and knelt down on the tiles, "Have I offended you, His Majesty the Pope?"

But he was destined not to get an answer.

With the last ray of light peeling off, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.Messy long silver hair loosened across the pure white robe, Amiens felt that he was about to die, he suddenly remembered everything he tried his best to get rid of, but the memory only opened a hole, and the power of light plunged him into the darkness.

Edward stared at the Son, his nervous sleeping face was like a cursed and sleeping prince, waiting for a knight to wake him up.

Those who can break the curse are not necessarily knights, but also demons.

Against the light, the crow was like a black dagger, tearing the cross and resting on Edward's shoulder.A demon with black hair and silver eyes appeared by the window. Except for the color of his eyes and hair, he and Amiens seemed to be carved out of the same mold, so similar that it was impossible to distinguish.He picked up Amiens, straightened his silver thread, and bowed slightly to Edward: "Excuse me, Your Excellency."

"Small things are not enough." Edward raised his hand in return.

There was a formulaic smile on the corner of his mouth: "I will fulfill the contract, please rest assured. I have given the item to your courier. If you are not satisfied, please contact me."

"I believe in your reputation." Edward did not move the crow, but instead said, "It's just that Caesar's consul has a lot of free time?"

Caesar heard the meaning of the other party chasing the guest, and lowered his eyes: "I won't bother you anymore." He hugged Amiens tightly in his arms and disappeared on the spot.

The chapel is a bit more empty, and the light is as sharp as ever, as if trying to pierce something.Edward is standing here with a white gold table, and his back is a cross inlaid on the wall, reflecting the cold light of the metal.The crow watched coldly, as if mocking this hypocritical sanctity.

He took off the ring on the crow's ankle, examined it carefully with his spiritual sense, and put it on his thumb.

Inside were boxes of gold coins, carefully stacked into ten boxes of a thousand coins each.And the crow, which lost its bondage, spread its wings and flew high, hovering over the top of the wall painted with pilgrimage pictures.Edward kept turning the ring, his expression as indifferent as that of the priest that day.

Colluding with demons is a capital offense.

"Edward Dorsas." He said suddenly, but no one responded, so he continued on his own, "collaborating with the demons, betraying my lord, and taking the post of Pope, the crime deserves death."

Iron-gray crosses chilled the light on the metal.

"Ha." He laughed, "I'm guilty."

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The most famous earl in the devil world is called Lilith Monroe.

She governs the hereditary fief Tinta, and is known as the "Black Rose with Thorns", not only because of her charm, but also because of her strength and outstanding talent.Under her governance, Tinta became the most prosperous and advanced commercial capital, an achievement that the previous counts had never achieved.

Lilith is a demon of pure blood.She has wavy hair and dark purple eyes. Her skin is a wheat color after years of wind and sun, but her curves are so perfect that women are jealous.Her height is particularly outstanding among demon women, not to mention that she has a hobby of collecting high heels, this kind of shoes with pointed toes and slender heels almost never leaves her feet.

Before Lilith publicly admitted that she was gay, her romances were like snowflakes, mostly about her and the consul Caesar.But she has never been too intimate with anyone in any private or public occasions, in fact, she doesn't even have a lover.

The fact that she was gay made all those who pursued her embarrassing.

At this time, Tingta's mansion was filled with a lazy atmosphere.Catwoman Sophia was bored playing with the dew that condensed in her palm, and she began to miss the masked man she met at the bar last time. The slender figure really moved her mind, but the fly in the ointment was that her personality was too bad, and she didn't know how to flirt at all.

Lilith, who was sitting next to her, was concentrating on approving the documents. The white numbers and words were intertwined, and Sofia felt drowsy just by looking at them.

"What did Caesar say?"

"Ah, Caesar?" Sophia who was asked was puzzled, but she immediately responded, "He asked you not to participate in this matter, including abstaining from voting."

"uh-huh."

Lilith dropped the quill, and the dropped pen tip drew a white arc on the black paper.

"Which bar was the last time you went?"

Sophia dragged her cheeks and hesitated for a moment, but only for a moment,

"'swan'."

----Chapter4. Demon Race & End----

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