Jennifer Davis
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It was their last night in the Holy Land, but Sylvester decided to spend it with Xavia instead, as he'd be with his friends anyway. She was already frightened for him, worrying about how he was going to survive outside. She knew her son was strong but feared for his blood identity. "Don't worry, if I want to keep getting the benefits from the Church, I have to prove myself too. And honestly, this work is not too harsh for me, because I will be away from the Holy Land, as I feel most threatened here." He…
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The horses were neighing as Sylvester, and the group entered the small enclosure where the horses were kept. The horses looked at them with interest, at the new faces. "These three are the trained ones, and that biggest one is under training. Two of the trained ones are mares, while one is a stallion. That unruly under-training one is also a stallion." The stable master informed them. Sir Dolorem was already checking the three horses to see if they were good. He wondered if the last carriage was left…
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Sylvester could already feel the smell of happiness and excitement from the men, so he already knew he had done well. Saint Wazir spoke this time from his middle seat. "Priest Sylvester, I will be honest. I initially had no confidence in you for this profession—yet I sit here, humbled by your responses. We were under the belief that a man without any experience can not be suitable for this work. But, your responses seem like you've been an inspector your whole life, knowing all the nuances—which is…
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"Who is he?" Sir Dolorem seemed visibly enraged as he explained. "No one knows. It was as if he came out of nowhere, so powerful in dark magic that no one could stand against him. His Anti-Light Sect infiltrated small organizations and smaller noble houses and slowly grew its roots. "They are a disease, Priest Sylvester. And they must be rooted out or the harm caused will be far greater than the thousand years of war." Sylvester sighed. It seemed that even if he were to become the Pope one day, that…
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Over the coming days, Sylvester and Felix tried to cram all knowledge possibly into their young minds. This was an advantage they had over the other old men who were their classmates. They were God's Favored and trained to be better than the average clergy. So their mental skills were above the ordinary. Naturally, this was the cause of some envy, but Sylvester's unnerving gaze kept all at bay. And if any of them dared cause even the slightest of discomfort for him, he'd write their name in his little…
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"Of course, I saw him grow from little. I was his aide when he was chosen as a God's Favored candidate. Who could have thought the kid with the runny nose would become the Pope one day." 'So this man is to the Pope what Sir Dolorem is to me?' Sylvester realized. But the difference in power was too high. It was understandable, however, as old times were much harsher and more dangerous. "Then… is the Holy Father not worried about your health?" "Of course he is. That's why he gave me full access to the…
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Sylvester looked at the paper with a hidden frown. "I requested for the Traveling Preacher profession, Holy Father." The Pope chuckled and tried reassuring him. "Son, that job is reserved for old retiring clergy. However, this one is better fitting for you, as it requires a sharp mind and strong body, which you have proven during years of training. Moreover, Inquisitor High Lord has informed me about your amazing feats of noticing things most fail to do. "Meanwhile, Priest Felix is brave and powerful. He…
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Sylvester and his little buddy headed to the Magna Sanctum Temple early in the morning as they'd have to take a boat to reach it. The temple was situated on an entirely different Peninsula, the Golden Peninsula. He did not encounter his friends along the way, so he took a boat alone. Not everyone could get to the Magna Sanctum, however. Even if one took the boat, when deboarding it, there would be sentries to check your identity and permission. The temple was renowned as the holiest site for the Faith…
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Xavia quickly wiped the tears off of her face and nodded firmly. "I will. I will not hide anything from you now, Max. My father…your grandpa, was a merchant who used to do business with Beastaria. We lived in Libertia, the Island of the Free. But during those days, the idea of Libertia was still very new. "So human merchants would find a lot of trouble when doing business. Yet my father was headstrong. But then, one time, he took me with him to get the produce from a Beastkin clan inside Beastaria. We…
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"Who is he?" Sylvester shrugged and added in his calm voice. "I don't know. But does it matter? That man knows something that, if revealed, will kill your sister. Would you let him go?" "I'd kill him," Gabriel responded in a heartbeat. Sylvester didn't say anything instantly as he let the words settle in Gabriel's mind. What he did was for his family, and it didn't matter who he killed. "May I ask what happened? What's the reason?" Gabriel carefully inquired. Sylvester looked around this time at the…
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