in the name of the queen.

The darkness dissipated, leaving only pain and confusion in the Kingdom of Tyrol.

The Darkin can leave, but the Lesser Darkin cannot, because they have another name, traitors.

They may all have their own difficulties, but that doesn't matter.

As the day of return draws closer, the struggle is no longer a petty fight between countries, but a life-and-death struggle between ethnic groups.

Any crime can be forgiven, except traitor.

Although Sophia's suggestion was a bit extreme, Roland still accepted her advice.

After all, this was a rare time when Sophia and Christine agreed.

Not only does Christine suggest that all traitors be executed, she also suggests that she should do it.

Thinking of these people tied to the stake and being devoured by the holy flame, Roland inexplicably felt a slight chill coming from his back.

Christine took over the job of dealing with the rape, and of course she had her own selfish motives.

After this setback, the Tyrolean people's hatred for Darkness will reach its peak.

She will surely become a hero in the hearts of the Tyrolean people for her resolute suppression of darkness in the concert hall incident. As long as the light trade is promoted in a timely manner, the glory of the goddess will bathe this city eroded by darkness.

She had two more things to do immediately.

The first task is to purify the lesser darkspawn. The stake has been ordered overnight. No one who should be burned at the stake can escape.

The second thing was to visit the injured people and artists in the concert hall incident. Winning people's hearts is a basic skill for clergy, and Christine would naturally not fall behind.

All in all, she was very satisfied with the outcome of the operation, with only a hint of regret.

Roland didn't seem to care much about dealing with the secondary dark descendants, and even thought about taming some of them, which made her a little puzzled.

Are these scums corrupted by darkness still of any use?
This is the biggest disagreement between her and Roland.

Roland puts profit first when doing things, does not care about positions, and can even accept people who change their positions.

Christine absolutely could not accept these human traitors who were tainted by darkness.

With some resentment, Christine personally hosted this barbecue party called purification.

In front of the ruins of the concert hall, the loud and majestic voice of the judge representing light echoed over the square and could not be calmed for a long time.

The judge sentenced all these people to death without hesitation and sent them to the stake.

As Christine threw the first torch, the stakes were lit one by one.

As the holy flames burned, the lesser darkspawn howled in pain.

Their suffering is destined to be much heavier than that of ordinary prisoners.

Christine prepared holy water, continuously renewing their lives, and then continued the burning.

The first Field Marshal Matson who was tried at the stake had outstanding physical fitness and a huge physique, weighing more than 200 kilograms. The thick fat made him extremely powerful on the battlefield. He was not only an excellent commander but also a warrior who could fight against a hundred men.

These thick fats can usually provide sufficient energy and buffer, and fat-wrapped meat was simply the standard configuration for fierce generals in the era of cold weapons.

However, during this barbecue feast, this fat became the source of his misery.

He screamed for three hours without dying.

Christine continued to treat him, keeping him alive.

There is plenty of holy water, and so is pain.

This is Christine's attitude towards the Dark Ones.

She wanted to use this method to intimidate those who opposed her and let them know who they were facing.

The wailing at the other stakes lasted only about an hour at most, but Mattson continued to suffer.

When the holy flame was just lit, the onlookers cheered loudly, excited that revenge for their dead relatives had been achieved.

The screams of being raped became their greatest spiritual comfort.

To their ears, these screams were more beautiful than the performances at a concert.

But after half an hour, the mentality of the onlookers changed somewhat.

Isn't the execution over yet?
Although their crimes are serious, the death penalty is enough to offset their sins, which is enough.

Is killing the criminal justice, or is continued torture?
Some people fell into deep thought, some could not bear to continue watching the ceremony, but no one dared to come out to dissuade them.

Christine exudes a holy light and is as majestic as a descending goddess.

As long as the goddess does not come to the world in her true form, her words and actions as the goddess' spokesperson represent light.

Who dares to oppose something like divine punishment?

As Christine continued to pour holy water on Mattson, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Roland appeared from nowhere and held the back of Christine's hand.

"Okay, let him go." He said softly.

"Is it an order, my lord?" Christine asked in a low voice.

In theory, she was indeed Roland's vassal, but Roland was also her vassal.

They are yoked king and minister.

If Roland gave her an order as a lord, she would certainly obey.
"Can I offer you advice as a friend?" Roland felt a little headache as he looked at Christine's fiery gaze.

He had never been good with women, especially fanatical female clergy.

If Christine was stubborn, he probably wouldn't insist.

Looking at Roland's complicated gaze, Christine remained silent for a moment, then picked up the spear beside her and threw it out.

The tip of the gun pierced Mattson's heart accurately, ending his suffering.

"can."

Her voice was exceptionally gentle, and the heat in her eyes gradually faded.

Roland had the illusion that Christine at this moment seemed to have returned to the ignorant candidate saint she was when they first met.

Full of hope for the future, his innocent eyes are as clean as a clear spring.

However, this clean look has now become a fleeting glimpse.

This is probably the price of growth.

Christine became an official saint as she wished, and even made the old Pope "willingly" hand over power.

Not only that, she also gained the recognition of the Goddess of Light and obtained divine power, becoming much stronger than before.

Roland really wanted to ask her, is this what you want?
But he didn't ask because he already knew the answer.

Of course, at least one thing about Christine has not changed, her devotion to the goddess.

She was indeed still the innocent Christine, but he had some presumptuous expectations.

It is normal for a saint to be devout in her faith. A saint who is easily conquered by men and has a love-brain overflowing with holy water is a weird one.

Roland was instantly relieved.

At least Christine cherishes their friendship, and that's enough.

He smiled and said, "The dirty soul has been cleansed by the Holy Flame and has gone to the underworld. It's over."

Christine loved to hear this.

She was really worried that Roland would say something that would embarrass her.

Her faith in the goddess was unshakable, but she also didn't want to have a disagreement with Roland.

After all, she had few friends, and Roland was the only one she could confide in.

The execution ceremony ended and the onlookers left in an orderly manner.

Almost everyone walked out with their heads down, not daring to look around.

Darkness is certainly not good, but is light good?
The Tyroleans more or less had such doubts in their minds, but these doubts would soon disappear because they would hear Mattson's wails.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Roland knew very well that this barbecue feast established the lofty status of the Court of Light in Tyrol.

It would be much more difficult for the other two major sects to get their hands on this place.

Roland did not notice that when the crowd left the stage one by one, Mr. Menette, who was sitting on the podium, looked as pale as a piece of paper.

If someone gets close, they can even smell the foul odor coming from under his seat.

He really felt endless fear. All the lesser darkborn except him were burned to death. Thinking that many of these people were once his colleagues, he felt a little sad.

Fortunately, he made the right choice and boarded Roland's chariot as soon as possible, thus escaping the disaster.

Being good at choosing is also part of success.

Roland did not stay in Tyrol for long.

The Kingdom of Tyrol has too many problems, and they cannot be solved in a short period of time by simply hiring a prime minister.

Roland could only give Menette some advice and let him make his own arrangements.

He has served as prime minister of five countries. It would be difficult to make five fingers the same, let alone five countries.

More often he traveled around the Kingdom of Tyrol giving lectures.

He knew what the Tyroleans wanted to hear most, such as the glorious past of the Odin Empire, but Roland did not cater to their wishes. He did not talk about the past of the Odin Empire, but about the Alemanni Empire, a superpower in the Fifth Age.

The Odin Empire only needed to excavate some of the remains of the Alemanni Empire to become one of the top powers at the time.

They claimed to be the successor of the Alemanni Empire, while the Kingdom of Tyrol claimed to be the successor of the Odin Empire.

In that case, why not just skip the middlemen and claim to be the successor to the Alemanni Empire?

Roland wouldn't say it directly, he would only hint at it.

He traveled from the north to the south of the kingdom with few followers, only the books he carried with him.

Wherever he went, he won everyone's applause with his speeches and then distributed books introducing the Alemanni Empire to everyone.

These books and his speeches were like a spark that fell on a barren grassland and soon burned fiercely.

Before the Darkborn appeared, Roland stood on the side of the Sussex Empire and was keen to compete with other countries.

But after the appearance of the Darkin, Roland realized that infighting among the human race was meaningless.

Only by integrating the strength of all human beings can we fight against powerful ethnic groups like the Darkin.

Only by shocking these powerful tribes with unstoppable strength can we unite the power of the entire plane and fight the God's Punishment Legion to the end.

He completely understood Sophia's mentality in allowing the Darkin to return.

Sophia is absolutely confident in herself. She believes that she can defeat any enemy, even if the opponent is a goddess, and there are three of them.

This is the real strong man.

Roland didn't want to be left far behind by Sophia.

He also has his own plans. He firmly believes in the potential of mankind and his own potential.

The knowledgeable star path may not be the most challenging star path, but it is definitely one of the most rewarding and enjoyable star paths.

Gain more knowledge and power by spreading knowledge, and then continue to spread the newly acquired knowledge to gain more knowledge and power.

During his time in the Kingdom of Tyrol, he received many rare medals of the Path of Knowledge.

[Inheritance of the Ancient Empire], [Master of Time Legend], [Excellent Speaker].
It doesn't matter whether the Kingdom of Tyrol is a descendant of the Alemannic Empire, as long as they think they are.

When Roland finished his national tour and returned to the capital, he saw that the reconstruction of the concert hall was going on overtime day and night.

Unfortunately, the new building is not a concert hall, but the Temple of Light.

Roland certainly knew Christine's reasons.

Using the power of light to permanently suppress the dark rifts is an irreproachable and legitimate reason.

Although some people knew that the Dark Rift had been taken away by Milones, those who knew about it would not expose her openly.

Roland bids farewell to the new cabinet and the new king of the Kingdom of Tyrol.

Before leaving, he painted a big promise to the new king.

If the crown of the Odin Empire is difficult to fight for, you can find another way to directly fight for the crown of the Alemanni Empire.

After all, during the Alemannic Empire, the Pruden Kingdom was a barbarian territory, and the Pruden Kingdom's inheritance rights to the Alemannic Empire were not even as strong as those of the Var city-state.

The new king understood what he meant, and Menette's old face was full of smiles.

They finally felt the joy of being an ally of Roland.

Thinking of the pain of being Roland's enemy, Menette secretly vowed that he would never stand against Roland.

As the only Darkin who survived the concert hall incident, Menette always felt that the god of fate was blessing him.

However, when Christine summoned him to undergo the purification ceremony, the smile that had just appeared on Menette's face froze in an instant.

To be fair, Christine's purification method was very effective. The growth of the dark seed in his body had been completely suppressed and was even shrinking.

Since it can have such miraculous effects, he certainly won't refuse.

After a grand farewell dinner, Menette finally watched Roland's carriage disappear at the end of the horizon and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was grateful to Roland, it was not easy to make a living under Roland.

Of course he was happy that he had finally gotten rid of this plague god.

Some people are happy, while others are not.

One of them is Barov, the chief steward of the Winter Palace.

Recently, he always felt that his eyelids were twitching inexplicably, and his throat was always inexplicably dry, and no matter how much tea he drank, it didn't help.

Many years of serving the emperor had made him prudent.

He vaguely felt that someone was investigating him closely.

He couldn't find the reason, but he always felt that the person who was eyeing the lost treasures of the Winter Palace was not an ordinary person.

As a last resort, he had to send out all the people he could to search for clues.

Just when he was feeling uneasy, there was a report from the bed at the door.

"The Prime Minister has arrived!"

Angelina is here?

Barov's heart trembled and he almost dropped the cup in his hand.

In his opinion, Angelina was the most inflexible of the Queen's confidants. She was stubborn and unyielding.

He tried to bribe Angelina several times, but to no avail.

Although he was a little nervous, Barov still welcomed Angelina warmly.

Before they could exchange pleasantries, Angelina asked directly, "Did you take away many of the Winter Palace's treasures, or even sell them abroad?"

"I am not, I don't, I am just a gatekeeper, guarding the house for the Queen. You have slandered my job so much, I will go to the Queen."

Angelina said nothing, but took out an official document and waved it in the air.

"Her Majesty the Queen has granted me full authority to handle this matter. Tell me now, and you may have a last chance to save your life. Otherwise..."

"No, you have no right to do this!" Barov shouted as he stepped back in horror.

Angelina looked at Barov as if he were a fool, and cursed in her heart that this old man was crazy.

No matter how immoral it was in the past, it is all in the past after all.

Yet he was acting as a guard of the Winter Palace for his own personal gain.

It would be fine if he just wanted to seek personal gain, but he actually wanted to take advantage of Roland by taking advantage of his position as a local boss.

Angelina sneered, "I've never seen an idiot who dares to take advantage of Roland. Tell me the whereabouts of those lost treasures. This is your last chance."

"I haven't done anything wrong. Maybe some petty officials have embezzled money?"

Barov was still being stubborn.

Seeing that he was completely unaware of the approach of death, Angelina sneered and pointed her finger at the damned Barov.

The old butler who was talking just now suddenly turned into an ice sculpture.

Angelina's compassionate look disappeared, replaced by endless indifference.

"Barov, I gave you a chance, but you chose your own death. Your statue is located to the left of the Winter Palace entrance. The nameplate of your work only needs to say "granted."

"Greed."

Angelina said softly, declaring Barov finished. (End of this chapter)