Chapter 371: Chapter 371: Gift from Eren

Cardinal Triel stopped outside the door of the Priestess' Temple. He knocked on the door and siltly waited for a response.

"Speak." After a few seconds had passed, a voice came from the other side of the door.

The Cardinal confessed everything to the Priestess, including his failure. He set aside the Minister of War and knelt down after completing his explanation, as if he were a sinner.

"It was an oversight from me. Please punish me."

The door of the sacred room slowly creaked op. Though the Cardinal was right there, he was unable to see inside the chamber.

As soon as the door oped, a blinding light erupted from within, forcing the Cardinal to close his eyes. Ev with his eyes closed, the sheer intsity of the light was almost overwhelming, strong ough to make an ordinary person go blind.

After a few seconds, the door swung shut and the light vanished. The Cardinal carefully oped his eyes, blinking rapidly to readjust to the normal lighting.

The door had closed once more, but the Cardinal noticed the Minister of War was nowhere to be se. He did not question the man's disappearance, certain the Holy Priestess had tak him into the sacred room.

He didn't ev feel any pity for the Minister of War, who was fated for death.

Throughout the years, the Holy Priestess had brought a few people inside the Chamber but not a single one of them was able to leave alive.

That was why no one knew what was on the other side of the door and no one ev dared to sneak inside.

He remained on his knees, but moving an inch.

....

Inside the Sacred Chamber, the Holy Priestess was looking at the Minister of War, who was still unconscious.

She placed a finger on the man's forehead, using her healing. Although she had heard everything from Triel, he wanted to hear from the Minister of War personally, especially since it involved quite a lot of important people.

"After that, I-" he tried speaking, only to stop abruptly. He suddly started frowning, growing more confused with time.

"Why did you stop? Continue," the Holy Priestess insisted, certain that he must have said something that he shouldn't have spok.

The Minister of War's face had grown pale. His body started trembling ev more intsely. He felt a sharp pain rising from within his heart.

It was as if his heart had suddly started burning for some reason. The ssation of burning spread through his tire body.

He oped his lips to call for help, but only blood came out. The once-pale face turned red as cracks developed across his skin.

The Holy Priestess was surprised. She had just healed this man, so why was he now vomiting blood? What was happing?

She raised her hand to use her healing powers again, but before she could release her holy essce, an explosion rocked the Holy Church.

Blood and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. The statue behind the Minister of War was also affected, its foot caught in the blast.

"Argh!" the Holy Priestess screamed in rage. Disgusting blood had tainted her body, covering her clothes and face.

Though the explosion had not harmed her, it had left her deeply disturbed, angrier than she had ever be.

The Minister of War had died, being left as nothing more than flesh and blood that was spilled everywhere.

Let alone healing, ev finding all his pieces appeared impossible now.

....

Inside the Royal Palace, Er was lying on the Throne, using it as a bed.

He was looking at the roof, appearing to be lost in some thought.

"I wonder if she would like my gift." As he thought about the reaction of the Holy Priestess, a smile formed on his lips.