This is something Carista doesn't want to see.

That's why the transaction just now was, right?

Robin suddenly understood something.

"The power of the temple is gradually declining, and I cannot even control the local churches, let alone under the growing royal power."

Carista pushed the wheelchair with both hands and gradually walked out the door.

Robin followed her and held the wheelchair push handle with both hands.

The two of them left the conference room one after another and gradually walked towards the temple platform.

The trees are shaded above the head, and the trunk of the Tree of Life extends with the main branches, covering the sky.

"But I'm on the way..." Robin stopped talking.

"What?" Carista looked up and looked at his eyes.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about whether centralization is a bad thing."

In the King's Castle, he witnessed how a king conquered the enemy, and the sincere conscience that appeared on the faces of those people was not pretending.

It is precisely this that made him feel deeply shocked from his soul.

"Haha." Carista curled her lips sarcastically.

"What do you think we are?" She turned her head and looked up at the big tree above.

"We are the spokespersons of God on earth, and what we hold is the power of God in our hands. We have given life to the world and also given them power."

Robin lowered his head and listened quietly to her.

"But, what are we now?"

Carista smiled jokingly, her eyes showing a completely different loneliness and depth from her appearance.

"We, who are admired by all people as God, are now reduced to the playthings of power. We are forced to surrender to the kingship and to the king we once gave her power.

Then, we became tools.”

Kalista looked at the layers of shade above with resentment.

"Do you know what it feels like to be imprisoned."

She turned around and handed Robin his right hand.

Robin held her inexplicably.

Her fingers were cold and soft.

"If you really become a messenger of God, I'm afraid you won't be willing to stay here for a day."

"It should be."

Robin sighed in an inaudible voice.

He is getting more and more confused now.

Originally, it was to pursue the truth of the incident in the dream, but I felt that it was a lucky thing to come here, and at least it could solve the mystery that had plagued him for more than ten years.

But now I am even more confused.

What exactly is right.

What is wrong.

Is he really the savior?

Or is it really like Carista said, just a prisoner?

He shook his hands gently.

The fate that seemed to be able to grasp but could not be grasped was pulling him.

“So what’s the deal you’ve reached?”

Robin bent down and asked.

"Restart the Three Powers Conference." Carlista's eyes suddenly stern.

...

After the storm, everything returns to silence and beauty.

The setting sun shines, making the mountaintops red.

The trees swayed, and except for the evergreen trees, the leaves fell and turned into bare branches.

Like a long sword inserted into the soil.

Jima sat alone on the hill.

Shalom's sword squared on her knees.

Her eyes were far and lonely.

The scene around is extremely desolate.

“Winter is coming soon.”

Robin's voice rang.

Jima's body moved slightly.

Robin walked to her and sat side by side with her.

The shoulders of the two people were very close, and the fur on them rubbed against each other.

"If you sit outside for a long time, you will get sick."

Robin continued.

"You are such an annoying choice." Jima said expressionlessly.

"You are still so annoying." Robin laughed silently.

"So what are you here to do?" Jima snorted disdainfully, "Come on laughing at me? Look, the arrogant and domineering son of the eldest prince, the vanguard of the king's personal guard, is so embarrassed, so lonely, so cowardly..."

When she said this, tears rolled in her eyes and her voice choked.

Jima couldn't continue to say the following words, but turned her head over, not wanting Robin to see her jokes.

But the next moment—

A broad arm stretched over, wrapped around her shoulders, and pulled her into his arms.

ah……

Jima let out a soft cry, then hit her head into a wide and soft place.

Robin's heartbeat gradually became clear in his ears.

“It’s painful to lose a family.”

Robin smiled bitterly.

“Even if I love her, she never thought about it for me—

Shalom, how selfish that guy Shalom is, and such a big thing has never told me."

Tears flashed in his eyes.

"You are not the heir to the Grand Duke, not the new Grand Duke of Xiyan, not the vanguard of the King's personal guards, you are just her child, that's all."

It was at this moment that Jima's body trembled violently.

"No, no, I don't want to be her child, not at all."

Jima pushed Robin away stubbornly and stood up.

She took two steps back and looked at him with rosy eyes.

A single-horned sheep who is so stubborn that he is tearing too much.

"I'm not sad about her death."

She wiped away the tears from her face with the back of her hand, and Bingguang roared coldly.

"There is no such mother in the world. She never regarded me as her child.

For Shalom, I am just a useful tool, a tool that exists to continue the family's rule over the territory.

She was extremely harsh and cruel to me. I received military training from the age of 3, and by the age of 16, there was no part of my body that had not been injured.

I didn't want to live under her control anymore, so I became the king's personal guard.

But, for Shalom?

I am just a pawn that can be buried beside His Majesty the King. Maybe she has given up on me long ago."

"No, she didn't." Robin said lightly.

"No, she is!" Jima shouted loudly, "Look, such a big thing happened, the regicide usurped the throne! She didn't let me know any news!
To be continued...