savior epic

Chapter 192 The Final Confession
When Chen Yi climbed to the third floor, she could smell a faint smell of ashes.

The blackish floating matter floated into the air, which was completely different from the smell of their burning torches, mixed with the smell of burning human skin.

The blankets embroidered with various flowers on the ground looked relatively flat, as if the pagans hadn't broken into the third floor.

Chen Yi's gaze fell to the room at the end of the third floor. The door of that room was half open, and one could see bookshelves that had been burnt black one by one. This was the study room of the royal palace.

"Let's go there and have a look." Chen Yi said to the second daughter, gesturing for herself to go ahead.

Cenduil and Lomea followed Chen Yi and headed for the study.

Walking to the door of the study, Chen Yi took a deep breath, raised her hand and pushed open the half-open door.

He saw Leng Ji head-on, a dehydrated and withered old man's body, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his clothes were ragged and dilapidated, and he was still holding the rosary in his hand.

In front of the old man, there was a group of half-burned firewood, and in the center surrounded by it, stood a pair of mutilated skeletons, only half of them remained, and there were scattered gray and black bones on the ground.

Chen Yi saw the crown surrounded by layers of embers.

The severed hand of the skeleton lay beside the crown.

It is not difficult to imagine that the owner of the crown still wears the crown at the moment before his death, maintaining the face that a king should have.

It was the remnant of King Wilfred I.

As described by the dead soul Josko, when the destruction came, the pagans broke into the palace, and the last king of the Holy City, Wilfred I, chose to commit suicide by walking into the fire.

In this way, he doesn't have to suffer from the death-soul disease, and he doesn't have to be trapped in this holy capital, and he won't be able to escape for thousands of years.

Seeing history with her own eyes, Chen Yi suddenly felt desolate.

Chen Yi looked away and landed on the dead old man in front of the fire.

He didn't need to tell himself with divinity, and he could guess that it was Harun, the pagan saint.

Lomea who was beside him also probably guessed it, and asked with certainty, "Is that Saint Harlan?"

"I think so."

Chen Yi carefully looked at Harun's dehydrated and dead body.

Saint Harun was not reduced to a dead soul in the trial, but passed away in peace. For the countless dead souls in the holy capital, he did not suffer much torture, and such an experience was considered lucky.

Chen Yi remembered the words inscribed by Saint Harun in the hall of mirrors.

【God, let me hurt, let me perish!
After me, I don't want any more righteous people to suffer. 】

"It seems that his god didn't agree to him." Chen Yi shook her head and said.

Lomea stared at the remains of Saint Harun, and after studying and teaching the scriptures for more than 200 years, she naturally understood what Chen Yi meant.

Saint Harlan was peaceful and comfortable before his death, and after his death, his soul returned to the kingdom of heaven and was consecrated.
The King of my kings gave him neither pain nor death.

God does not care about the will of the saints
Lomea didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Most of the study room was burned, and it was so fragile that it seemed to be broken at the touch of a touch. The books inside were also turned into fuel in the fire that Wilfred set himself on fire a thousand years ago. Chen Yi looked at the marble desk in the center of the study room. Dust and ashes, and the corner of the desk was also burnt black.

In the center of the desk was an envelope.

Chen Yi looked at the envelope, it was surprisingly intact.

I don't know what kind of material is applied on it, so that it can avoid the burning of the flame, and it will not be burned by ignition.

Chen Yi picked up the envelope and peeled off the wax on it.

"To the Lord above." Lomea who was beside him cast his gaze over and whispered, "This letter contains my final confession."

This is the confession left by Wilfred I, the confession written by the last king of the Holy City.

Chen Yi read carefully.

This is the beginning of the letter.

[The Lord is above.

St. Venacana said that the Lord will see my confession, how lucky and honorable, even if I fail to return to His heavenly kingdom, my confession can also enter the glory of the Lord. 】

Chen Yi read the first paragraph word for word, and continued.

【I once asked St. Vinacana how she knew the Lord would read this letter, and she said the Lord told her.She is a saint whom the Lord loves and I choose to believe in her.

In this final confession, when I picked up the pen, I didn't really know what to write.

I have to start with people I know.

Let me talk about Harlan in front of me first. 】

Chen Yi looked sideways at Harun's body.

The confession in my hand was written after the pagans broke into the palace and Saint Harlan entered Wilfred's study.

[I have to admit that he is a wise pagan.

I sincerely commended his doom to canonization after death, which he did not deny.

"Although this is against my will." Harlan said so.

"I know that God's will is always higher than your will." I said so.

Harlan was not surprised that I knew the teachings of paganism. He paid full respect to me, the last king. can agree with him.

Harlan said he was amazed at my pagan calm.

I asked him why he said that.

"We know that judgment is unavoidable, so we face God's judgment as righteous people and obey God's will," Harlan said.

"Like you, I am obeying God's will." I paused for a moment and said, "I obey the Lord's salvation after judgment."

"Oh, that's not your Lord, but the messenger of the King of the King." Harlan argued with me calmly, "He will choose the world and lead our souls to heaven."

This is our biggest disagreement, other than that, there are many places where there is no difference.

At that time I remembered the words of St. Vinacana.

St. Vinacana says:

"Besides the Lord, you don't know what happens after the judgment."

So I didn't entangle with him on this disagreement at that time. I wish I could talk more with the wise man in front of me as a philosopher.

Everything is just as Harun said, the judgment has come, I always think, why, why the judgment came, because I am not wise, because of the curse of my family?

Or is it because of what Harun said, God's will cannot be transgressed?

This really confuses me.

I just know that I have been lucky enough and miserable enough in this life.

My children, my lovely Alice, Peter, and Chris were born together, and although I gave them enough love, they were regarded as monsters in the eyes of others.

In the eyes of pagans, it is regarded as the divine punishment of pagan gods for our disobedience to His will, and my own pain will be fulfilled after death, which is far more tormenting and longer than the pain of children.

Lord, I don't know what wrong I have done, but please forgive me my sins after I die. 】

　There should be three chapters today, and two chapters tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)