God and the Church are not the same

"Mr. Maynard, don't tell me you've become a Mystic?"

Bishop Elektra watched as the successor he intended to groom went astray, and he felt utterly absurd, a sense of disappointment welling up within him.

As long as Maynard Jr. doesn't mess things up, it's almost certain that he'll become the bishop of St. Samuel's Diocese in Backlund.

Maynard's maternal grandfather, that New Party bigwig, has already pulled strings.

As a result, the young nobleman failed in his entrepreneurial endeavor and was instead lured into a cult. What can be done about this?

"Yes, just a few days ago."

Chael nodded, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the bishop's fist clenching.

Bishop Elektra took a few deep breaths, nearly dying of anger at Chael.

He actually kept track of Xia Er's progress, but after Xia Er moved to live independently in the West End, which was quite far away, and when he visited Councilor Macht's home a few days ago, he heard about Councilor Macht's worries about his daughter, so he mentioned the student he had arranged to study.

The two hit it off immediately and have been communicating with Mrs. Maynard and others for the past few days. They even sent out invitations a week in advance, intending to let the two of them get to know each other first.

So you secretly drank the Secret Prayer's potion while I was arranging blind dates for you?

At that moment, Bishop Elektra suddenly realized how right it was that he didn't have any children.

If this were his own child, he would be furious.

"Mr. Maynard, do you know what the Mystic Potion means?"

Bishop Elektra took a deep breath, and his tone became stern.

"Bishop Elektra, I know that the name of a potion basically corresponds to its characteristics."

"I think I'm alright as a Mystic. I'm not a werewolf or anything. Ever since I became a Mystic, I can feel that profound, etched-in-my-heart tranquility and beauty of the night every time I pray to the goddess."

A part-time audience member continued to tug at the bishop's emotions.

Is this how you understand the Mystic People?

Bishop Elektra wanted to continue his reprimand, but he was stopped by Shael's words: a confidant of a goddess?

"Have you been praying to the goddess ever since you became a cryptic person?"

Bishop Elektra asked with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"I ask you while holding the Book of Night," said Xia Er.

He didn't actually pray, but he praised the goddess every day, since everyone around him was a believer in darkness.

How can I go to Tingen without making a registration in advance?

Anyway, the Goddess of the Night is a master of feigning ignorance; whether she saw it or not, she pretended not to see it.

He also has the positive buff of being a "remnant of the past".

Most importantly, the cat belonging to the Goddess of the Night was in his hands.

If the Goddess of the Night wants to see her cat return to its nest safely, then she shouldn't interfere with Xia'er's affairs.

"Didn't you pray to the true Creator?"

Bishop Elektra looked Xiael up and down as if he were some kind of magical creature.

"My seminary education taught me not to pray to any being other than Goddess."

"I said in a very serious tone."

He was a staunch believer in the darkness.

"How could I possibly betray my faith?"

He has no faith at all.

"I say with a firm look in my eyes."

What are your thoughts on a true Creator?

Bishop Elektra continued to inquire.

"An evil god?"

"I think about it and then I say it," said Xia'er.

This child can still speak ill of the true Creator; it seems there's still hope.

Bishop Elektra relaxed a little. The members of the Aurora Society were fanatics; they would never admit that the god they worshipped was an evil god.

"How do you compare the true creator to a goddess?"

Bishop Elektra continued to ask.

"Why don't you compare the Lord of Storms to the true Creator?"

"Didn't the goddess answer your prayers? Or did she give you nightmares last night? How could she say such a thing..."

Xia Er gave her a displeased look, as if to say, "How could you do this?"

You dare talk back?

You say goddesses are no good!

The two people looked into each other's eyes.

"You little rascal."

Bishop Elektra finally managed a smile.

"I will pray to the goddess later and use her power to check if you have been corrupted."

"This is also a crucial test that will determine your future, do you understand?"

Although he was largely relieved, as the bishop of the church, he still had to go through the procedures.

"Please."

Chael remained remarkably calm.

This world is just so complicated. If you want to do something in Backlund, you always need to have connections with one of the three major churches or the royal family.

If you want to go to Tingen, you're bound to attract attention.

If he wants to get 0-08, he should at least give her a heads-up and let her prepare mentally.

Even if the woman disagrees...

It wouldn't warrant an eraser warning.

Even if I can't just give in halfway, at least I won't have to sing "Tears Behind Bars".

"More sublime than the stars, more enduring than eternity, you are the Crimson Lord, the Mother of Secrets, the Queen of Calamity and Fear, the Lord of Sleep and Silence."

Bishop Elektra performed a magical ritual in her dream, praying to the goddess of night.

The crimson moonlight shone on Chael, and Chael's mental island was like a mirror, with ripples spreading across it. There was nothing unusual in her mental world, and the pre-set power, close to the level of an angel, evaded the automatic, responsive scrutiny of the gods.

"Bishop Elektra, is it alright now?"

"I asked the bishop," said Xia Er.

He had expected this situation.

He has no grudge against the Goddess of the Night anymore.

That's just how the Goddess of Night is. She does things routinely and doesn't target you personally. If you can evade the scrutiny of the Church of Night, that's your skill. She doesn't stick to anything.

The answer is that Sequence 5 ritual magic is all about automatic spiritual responses, and the gods cannot possibly pay close attention to every believer who prays to Him for power.

The question is that even thieves in the middle sequence can disguise themselves as believers of gods to steal and automatically generate corresponding talismans.

Moreover, Xia'er was well-prepared.

"Okay, that's fine. You're all set."

Bishop Elektra smiled as well; he really didn't want to make things difficult for his chosen successor unless absolutely necessary.

The information about Mechanical Heart is quite detailed. It's quite impressive that someone who has just become an Extraordinary would dare to cooperate with a low-sequence individual to fight against a powerful werewolf.

"Of course I have no problem, the goddess will protect me, beautiful goddess."

Chael drew a crimson moon on her chest.

"Your being untainted is truly a blessing from the goddess. Praise be to the beautiful goddess."

Bishop Elektra also had a crimson moon painted on his chest.

"I will report your matter to Archbishop Anthony. It is probably impossible for you to continue attending classes at the seminary. Although you have not been corrupted, you have become an extraordinary one, so you should keep some distance from those ordinary students."

"What are your plans for the future? Perhaps I can help you try."

Bishop Elektra was ultimately unwilling to completely abandon Chael.

He was still thinking about helping Chael plan a new road.

"Let me think about it."

"I don't want to join the night watch patrols every day."

"Continuing to be a priest's assistant and learning along doesn't seem like a good idea either."

"Are there any other interesting and flexible positions available in the church?"

Chael didn't stand on ceremony with Bishop Elektra, since the bishop seemed to have a good relationship with the Maynard family anyway.

I don't even know what to say to you.

"Alright, wait for my notification."

Bishop Elektra rubbed his temples. He thought about how he had already bragged to Councilor Macht about how outstanding this student was, and he really couldn't ignore him now, otherwise he would lose face.