Jennifer Davis
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Sylvester, without wasting time, went to the Inquisitor camp not too far away. He felt lucky to live on the Pope's Peninsula since all the essential offices were here. "Lord Bard!" "Greetings!" "May the holy light enlighten us!" Sylvester saluted back as the Inquisitors greeted him one by one. He was always popular among them as his legends kept getting spread among them. They are the first to know and spread it every time he does something extraordinary. They were his unofficial propaganda…-
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Sylvester tried to meditate again and replicate the effects from the last time. But another hour passed, and the night was now shrouding the skies in darkness. He could not enter his visions no matter what he did. "Did something happen to her?" He wondered and stood up since remaining there was a waste of time. He found Miraj sleeping beside him after getting tired from playing around for hours. So he just picked him into his arms and made his way towards the little hut of Grandpa Monk. Arriving, he…
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"This is the building where all the talents in the Holy Land learn magic and knightly arts. School of Dawn is the name, for this is where our minds overcome the darkness and learn to appreciate and bask in the warmth of the lord." Sylvester showed Isabella around. However, he was not allowed to take her inside the various buildings, but the buildings themselves were so well built that they were a piece of art. Princess Isabella had grown calmer as she held Sylvester's waist and looked at the structures…
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"I am appointing you as the Grand Crusader. Your duties shall be similar to what you were supposed to do as a Sanctum Inspector, but at the same time, you shall have the authority to hold the trials of the Crusaders who do any wrong. For this, you shall be given an army of a thousand that shall follow you everywhere. Not only will it help you fight in your various assignments, but it will also help you in any battle you must go through." 'A double-edged sword, huh? Who knows who will be the spy for the…
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Boom! Before the Pope could release his magic, the door of the Sanctum Council opened, and Pope's assistant entered, a big smile on his face. "Massive news! Your Eminence!" The Pope's face looked to the side, and in an instant, his anger peaked. But, the assistant, Gunther, kept speaking. "I bring word from Beastaria! Grand Cardinal Bison's words--Alfia and Greenpeaks are now at an all-out war! The Elves and Dragons are out for one another's blood!" The news instantly changed the Pope's expression.…
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Sylvester was initially going to make his way to the administration office to hand over his report about the recent mission. But, since he was now going to the Pope, he decided to hand it over to the man instead. Soon, he arrived at the top office in the world, at least on the West side of it. He proceeded to the Pope's office, as he reckoned he was called there. But, instead, he was stopped, and the assistants told him that he had been called to the Sanctum Council room instead. Now that was different…
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Sometimes, silence is a man's worst enemy, for it doesn't just remind him of emptiness around but also gives you time to find emptiness within. Sir Dolorem lay in his bed alone, unsure of his surroundings. Was it bright? Was it dark? What was the colour of the blanket he was covered with? What was the colour of his clothes? He tried his best to keep himself collected, but whenever he tried to cheer himself up, he was reminded of the vows he took to Sylvester. The vow to forever follow him and support…
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"I can't see!" The words echoed in the room, and silence ensued. Everyone felt their hearts sink as the realisation dawned that perhaps all was not well. Sylvester held the man tighter and kept calm. "Sir Dolorem, can you tell me exactly what you're feeling right now?" "Pain--behind my eyes. I feel as if something is missing... It's a looming pain and discomfort." Slowly Sir Dolorem's breath started to hasten. It would've been more shocking if he didn't react as such. Vision is one of the most…
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Sylvester stood up and looked at the man's visor. He could sense the scent of anger and rage from the Lord Inquisitor. But, this was the case most of the time he met him, so he was unaware of what he was angry at. "I will hand over the fully detailed report by evening. The gist of the matter is that a foreign conspiracy caused the war in Northern Gracia. Thousands died in the war before I stopped it. At the same time, the case of someone murdering noble women and cutting their breasts seems to be a widely…
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Sylvester didn't know how important the Princess was to her brother or if she had received permission from her brother, the King, to seek them and explain things. But he decided to keep her close if things came to a point where he had to force the King. As for the Princess, he held no repulsive thoughts since she did not lie the whole time. She did heal Sir Dolorem in the past and seemed sincere about helping him heal now. But on a side note, Sylvester felt she wanted to ensure Sir Dolorem lives to save…
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