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n“Murder? Who would do such a thing? We are all very peaceful in the village.” Said the old Archpriest.

nSylvester didn’t react much and looked around the room. “Since when do thieves decorate houses with perfectly laid out jewelry just out of their respective boxes? Look at them. It’s all ‘arranged’ on the floor.”

nHearing him, the Archpriest and Sir Dolorem looked around. They had to agree the observation was correct. None of the jewelry was thrown randomly but instead placed beside their boxes.

nSylvester looked at the people around coldly. “Bring me the people who quarreled with this man or had any competition or animosity. The one who committed this sin stands amongst you.”

nAs soon as Sylvester declared that, everyone started to look around themselves. But Sylvester was looking at the whole crowd in general and noticed a few heads that were not turning and a few people who were slowly trying to move back in the crowd.

nThey didn’t need to be the killers, but they likely knew the dead man from their reaction. So, he whispered to Sir Dolorem on the side and told him to gather all of them.

nNearly ten men and women stood before him in a few minutes, with their faces turning pale in fear.

n“One of you killed this man. Now I will ask you questions one by one, and you must answer me truthfully, and if you don’t, I will consider you the real perpetrator.” Sylvester threatened them as he walked left and right in front of them.

nHe first started with the man on the left. “Did you know him?”

n“Y-Yes, Lord Bard. I bought clothes from him some days ago… and we had a little fight because he was selling them at a high price.”

nSylvester nodded and asked further. “Why did you kill him?”

nThe man appeared flustered and started to look away from him. He stuttered while replying. “I-I did no such thing… Lord B-bard… We may have differences, but I would never take his life. I am a true believer in Solis. Taking another man’s life is against the faith.”

n‘But the same faith will have no qualms in killing you for no reason.’ Sylvester thought and silently scoffed. But he waved the man away. This was not the murderer he was looking for.

nThen Sylvester repeated the same with the other nine and asked the same questions. By the end, he only had three people left, two women and one man.

n“Why did you kill him? I know you lied the last time, so if you don’t want to be punished for the crime, you better tell me the truth.” He ordered her.

nThe middle-aged woman, a typical village woman with a husband and two kids, was looking so nervous she may have shed a bucket full of sweat by now. “M-My Lord… can I speak to you on the side… privately?”

nSylvester looked into her eyes and smelled the anxiety. Since he was not an animal out to humiliate her, he agreed and stepped to the side where people could see her but not hear. Then, she whispered into his ears.

nSylvester sighed after hearing her story and told her to stay standing there. She was not the killer, but she was close to the man. It turns out that the dead man was rich and somewhat of a philanderer. And his favorite hobby was offering desperate poor women money to sleep with him. In times when there was nothing to eat in the village, it was the perfect playground for him.

nShe, too, exchanged her self-respect so she could feed her kids since her husband lay dead due to the man-hunting the previous lord of the land organized.

nSylvester didn’t reveal her problems to the others and continued to talk with the remaining two. The man said he was at home with his wife and kids and was not lying. Then finally, the turn came for the young woman, maybe in her early 20s. She seemed pretty enough to be desirable to men, but seeing her nervously fiddling with the hem of her skirt, Sylvester knew there was something.

nHe told her to come to the side without her asking and talk with him alone. “Tell me everything.”

nHer blue eyes were on the verge of tears, and her long blonde hair fell over her face, making her appear frenzied. “I-I am Darcie Brown, my lord… I… I just… my parents died, and I was hungry…”

nSylvester saved her the embarrassment. “I know, he pays money to women to sleep with him. Tell me why you killed him?”

n“I’m pregnant… and I went to tell him. But David tried to kill me and… and I pushed him. I didn’t want to kill him, my lord! I was just… scared.”

nSylvester nodded as he looked at the room, and there was indeed a table where the head could have been bashed. The corner, in particular. But, he had to give her credit for thinking of making it appear like a robbery. But she didn’t take anything.

nHe looked into her blue eyes and saw real fear, desperation, and anxiety. He could, by law, kill her right there. But…

n“Does David have a family?”

nShe shook her head. “He had a wife. She died years ago in childbirth with the baby. P-Please… I didn’t mean to hurt hi-”

nSylvester raised his palm and stopped her. “This is what you will do now. First, you will wash your face and look pretty. Then you will go to the village chief and ask him to find you a good suiter for marriage with whom you shall stay forever loyal as long as he’s kind to you. You are a pretty woman. I’m sure there will be many willing to marry you–and I will pay your dowry. I will give you until tomorrow. Get this done before I leave.”

nHer eyes sparkled suddenly, not expecting such a thing to come out of her confessions. She quickly wiped her eyes and nodded strongly. “I will… thank you… thank you, Lord Bard.”

nSylvester walked back to where the dead body was placed. The villagers were looking at him, some looking in from the window and some peeking from doors. Some had even entered the house.

nHe rubbed his chin and walked to the table behind the body. He then touched the corner of the table and showed he found some liquid by trying to rub it between his fingers. “Hmm, it seems the death was an accident! He fell back and slammed his head onto the table’s corner. The place of injury makes it clear too.”

nThe people gasped in awe and fright that such a thing could happen at home. But then the Archpriest asked, “What about the jewelry?”

nSylvester knelt down and put all the jewelry into their boxes one by one. Soon, no empty boxes appeared. “See, nothing was even stolen. Only one gold ring is missing, and that’s on this man’s finger.”

n“Holy Solis–such a sad end to life.” Archpriest sighed, convinced by him.

nSylvester then picked up all the boxes of jewelry and even more stacks of coin pouches from the cupboard and handed them to the Archpriest. “Since nobody remains to inherit him, the church must use it for the village’s welfare. Buy more food since winter is coming.”

nNot only the Archpriest but also the people thanked him and bowed a little as he walked out without saying anything more. Then, without asking, he went to check all the wells he had dug, all the composite toilets and the fields since more than a month had passed.

nMeanwhile, Sir Dolorem informed Archpriest Norin about the events of the Sphinx Town, of course, not the part about Void Keepers. The deaths were attributed to Desert Cannibals instead.

nSylvester and the rest helped the village with a few more composite toilets until the night.

n“Marvelous, you made these?” Bishop Lazark was all praise for Sylvester after seeing how he had helped the village of his old friend.

nThen, by nighttime, the news was announced that a woman in the village was going to wed the next morning. Sylvester publicly announced that he’d pay her dowry and personally bless the couple.

nThen, night fell, and finally, after so many days, Sylvester slept in some peace on the terrace of the monastery. The wind was cold–but on his bed, Sylvester just rolled–left to right and repeated. His mind would not allow him to sleep calmly. His existence was in danger now, and he needed to find a solution.

nWhat path to take? How to survive in this world? Of course, he wished to get stronger too. But, what he heard from Null in the Sphinx town, the words ‘your golden halo is too small–for the great silver outshines all.’ These words had taken hold of his mind.

n‘Does this mean there is someone those Void Keepers already consider the next Pope? How many people are vying for that seat?… The Pope isn’t even that old yet.’ He thought but could not come up with answers.

n“Maxy… no sleep?” Miraj asked as he noticed his dear son in anguish.

nSylvester patted the cat and scratched his head. “Just thinking. Don’t worry. You go to sleep.”

nMiraj nodded, snuggled beside Sylvester’s neck, and tucked himself into a furball. “You will always have me, Maxy… forever.”

nSylvester didn’t doubt him since only he could see him, and the furry boy was immortal. But, the real question was, could he–live that long?

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nPa!

nPa!

nSmall crude firecrackers went off as Darcie Brown walked into the monastery altar in a modest, clean gown. There was no such thing as a wedding dress for commoners.

nShe now had a man beside her, around her age and decent looking.

nSylvester didn’t waste time and donned his mitre on the head. Then as the bride and groom came, he placed the Law of Light Book between their palms and used a white silk cloth to tie their hands.

nAfter that, Sylvester spoke a few words. “The Lord has willed for these two to form a union, in mind and body, but above all, in the soul. The lord asks not for tributes but only that the man and the woman never forget their roots.

n“Timothy Bane and Darcie Brown, you are to, from this day, be the backbone of one another. When one falls, you must lift the other. In the eyes of the holy light and law–I pronounce you as one united soul.” Sylvester used one free hand to spread some light from his palm at the tied hand. It was not needed, but he did it anyway, so the man feared a bit in the future before hurting the woman, or vice-versa.

n“May the holy light enlighten your paths, and brighten your lives. May you bring forth many little sparks of lights–Amen!”

n“Amen!

nThe crowd of villagers cheered for the new couple in the village. And Sylvester had already awarded the dowry of five Gold Graces, which was a lot for commoners.

nWith that, it was time to leave as Sir Dolorem had fixed their carriage and had taken a horse from the village. They were already waiting for him in the carriage outside the monastery. They had to leave quickly since the journey ahead was going to be long.

nThe entire village came to see them off since they never knew if they’d even meet Lord Bard again. They were expecting a new hymn from him, but all they saw was his back leaving.

n“My lord!”

nHe stopped and looked back. It was Darcie running to him in her wedding dress. “What happ-”

n“Lord Bard!” She just jumped to hug him very tight, and her eyes bawled out silently. Sylvester didn’t respond with a hug but patted her head like a kind senior. “What happened?”

nShe shook her head and released him from the hug. “I-I thought I would di… Thank you… you made everything so delightful… so easily… when you had no reason to. I don’t know about others who meet you but–you are a god to me.”

nSylvester could understand where that feeling was coming from. Most nobles, rich, and even men of faith would have used her for fun rather than helping her. In this world, nobody helps someone for no reason. But Sylvester saw no reason not to help when he could without spending any extra energy.

nSylvester sighed and patted her head like she was a child before boarding the carriage.

n“I am no god; I am what you all were supposed to be.”

nAs he left, she just waved her hand, not understanding the meaning behind his words. All she knew was that her life had changed because of one man, kind, strong, and wise–a god–in her eyes. 𝗼𝘃𝗹.𝗼𝐫𝗴

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/N: Read the note below. Btw, one more chap and prologue coming next.

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