Scepter of Thorns

Caesar carried Amiens all the way to the top stairs.There was only a small room with a lock. He opened the door and walked straight into the white walls.His figure disappeared the moment he entered the wall, apparently entering a virtual space.

The area here is small, but it is very simple and clean, even so simple that there is no decoration.All the corners and corners were designed into arcs, and the sharp things were put away. He gently put Amiens on the bed, and then stripped him down to only his underwear.

There was a very long iron chain nailed to the head of the bed, and the black reverse cross tied to the chain was tightly held by Caesar. He picked up Amiens' left hand and pierced the tip of the reverse cross through his wrist bone without the slightest hesitation.

The wound healed without bleeding, leaving the cross in the flesh.On the contrary, the face of the lying person suddenly turned pale, as if he had endured great pain.

"elder brother."

Caesar sniffed the fragrance of the man's hair, and buried his head in his arms contentedly.The shadow in memory corresponds to the warm embrace of childhood.The parents' bodies lay stiff on the ground.The two brothers hid in the cellar, watching the blood dripping from the cracks in the ground, dripping into the pool of dark purple, listening to the echo of footsteps on the ground, and the hoarse cry of crows.

It was a wordless winter day, he was hugged tightly by his elder brother, his parents had died to protect them, the old butler cut off his head the moment he opened the door, and the maid who served his mother shed tears behind him. In front of the human master who was attacking, he tried to attack the other party with the pitiful dark elements, but the spear penetrated the hearts of both of them.My father's powerful magic seems to have been stolen by a hateful thief. He sat on a high-backed chair, the soft cushion was stained dark purple with his blood, because his internal organs were shattered by magic, leaving only powerless anger , and die.

At this moment, he who was hiding in the cellar suddenly understood why his parents had to hide the existence of their children and let the two brothers use false identities all the time, because his parents had already expected the end of the day and knew that one day they would die in front of their children.

They can only accept the reality in silence, listening to the killer's footsteps going away without being moved.Silver and black hair intertwined into silk.In the empty darkness, they shivered but hugged each other for warmth, like two cubs silently licking each other's wounds.

No one can separate us, he thought, hugging his brother, neither now nor in the future.

Black binds white tightly and dyes it its own color.And the winter full of indifference and cruelty in my memory still seems to be unfinished. In that small and dark space, I don't know who overflowed the sigh of satisfaction first.

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Senna sat on the dark red velvet high-backed chair with his legs crossed, took a sip of black tea, and looked at Caesar who was handling government affairs: "Did you put that little nightingale in a cage?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Caesar said without changing his expression, "The most suitable strategy is to let it adapt to life in the cage. If it escapes one day, it will also forget how to fly."

The mask on Senna's face was half covered, casting a small shadow, "Greedy and cunning demons."

Caesar's writing hand paused.

"It's just that disobedient children don't have candy." He said.

Human world.

Edward's decision to execute the Holy Son privately has undoubtedly caused a lot of dissatisfaction, but since he has handed over the handover of the ruling to the presiding judge in advance, let alone whether it will be approved, it is true that the Holy Son Amiens colluded with the demons. Under the circumstances, any saint has the right to act first, not to mention Edward has the status of the pope.

At this time, the Holy Son was dead, and the higher officials of the Holy See who wanted to use this against Edward had no choice but to let it go.And the anger of the young saint was quickly suppressed, after all, the living and the dead cannot be compared.

As for the "killed" Holy Son Amiens, what greeted him was probably only lifelong imprisonment.The identity of Caesar's consul will definitely bring a lot of trouble, and assassination is almost impossible to prevent.What's more, his almost identical face with Caesar made it impossible for him to appear in front of others, and he would spend the rest of his life in Caesar's shadow.

Edward has been busy in the pile of documents for a long time. First of all, the ceremony is ready. He will go to see the layout of the venue in the morning. After returning to the Holy See, he will check the draft of the submission process and the attention points of etiquette.

Also, he was eager to know the name behind the pillar of salt.

The entourage had prepared the carriage, and Edward sat in it.The items he used were of the highest quality in the Church.The golden Yiluan and the white canopy are densely embroidered with the dark patterns of the religious emblem, and four purebred flying horses walk side by side, and the gold-inlaid saddles are engraved with thorn patterns.The attendants waved their whips from time to time to drive the car faster.

The speed of the carriage was very fast. Edward originally planned to sleep in the carriage for a while, but he arrived in a short time. He had to suppress his tiredness and get out of the carriage, and entered the altar with his followers.

The altar has changed a lot since the last sacrifice.The pillar of salt was wrapped with the same black thorns as Edward's neck, and the walls were newly painted with murals about the initial construction of the church and the gods.Edward's main seat was newly built on the second floor. If the god descends, he will not be the highest-ranking person in the Church of Light and can only be relegated to the second place.

The windows were inlaid with stained glass, and the light became zigzag and colorful, distorting the shadow of the salt pillar.Edward walked around to the back of the salt pillar, where the names of the popes of all ages were lined up. When he was looking for it, he suddenly found that he had forgotten the name.

Edward suddenly forgot the name. He felt that he still had an impression before he came to the Pillar of Salt, so he didn't write it down on paper. This was beyond his expectation, and the incomplete letters disappeared completely from his mind.

His eyes scanned the names of the deceased over and over again, trying to figure out the traces left in his heart, but found that this was a useless move.

A faint sense of frustration hit him.Edward suddenly felt indescribably tired, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.He refused the support of his entourage, leaned against the pillar of salt and rubbed his temples.

It was one of his weaker days, and he hadn't been able to sleep well since the vision.He had a premonition that something was changing, beyond his control, or coming to him to hinder his progress.Excessive tension and anxiety gradually increased his pressure, overwhelming tiredness hit him, making him drowsy.In the end, his senses were ruled by darkness, because it bewitched all those who refused its embrace, but its embrace was so warm and serene, hugging it was like a baby sleeping in the amniotic fluid in the mother's womb.

----Chapter5. Nightingale & End----