Only God

If I don't admit it, I'll be completely severed from the Fahela Sect. Not only that, it may even be problematic to leave alive.

At this moment, I find myself in a dilemma.

Arsia's palms were sweating; even she, accustomed to intrigue and deceit, felt nervous, sensing a threat to her life.

Under Elder William's pressing questions, Eden was steadily retreating.

She gazed at Eden, her eyes filled with both anticipation and anxiety.

She didn't understand where this anticipation and anxiety came from.

"Am I really hoping for this priest to loudly refute the accusations and becoming anxious because of that?"

Arsia asked herself mockingly in her mind.

The monks, following Elder William's lead, pressed in closer, and Arsia seemed to watch Eden's relentless retreat.

Her teeth clenched tightly, her heart uncontrollably panicking,

"If it goes on like this, even I will die, dying here together with him. Oh God, if our bodies were discovered, it would undoubtedly look like a pair of lovers who died for each other.

Furthermore, it would bring shame to the Empire. A princess, dying for love with a priest! Oh, but by then I will be dead, and even with ten mouths, I wouldn't be able to explain myself."

Thinking this, Arsia was both flustered by her wild imagination and felt a tinge of inexplicable excitement.

Facing the advancing crowd, Eden gasped for breath, his hands tightening more and more.

What should I do…

If I give a negative answer like before, I would not be able to enter the Fahela Sect, and all my previous plans would fall apart.

Moreover, judging by the attitudes of the monks, it seemed they weren't planning to let me leave so easily.

Eden was not afraid of death, but then, he thought of those future True Believers. What were they to do if he died here?

I had returned to the past with the intention of saving thousands of lives.

At that thought, Eden wanted to say something, but hesitated again.

But…

Should I deny the truth?

Back then, in front of so many people, under the coercion of the Emperor, I never gave in and even calmly accepted the Great Council's judgment of heresy.

Risking being shattered to pieces, I wanted to prove the truth.

Now, was I to negate the truth?

Elder William, as if sensing victory, revealed a cold smile in the darkness, the light in front of the monument casting his shadow long and grotesque, like a clawing ghost.

Eden's fists tightened, his nails almost piercing his skin to draw blood.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

Eden exhaled softly, a sigh that seemed to come from a position of lofty sorrow.

Everyone's steps faltered for a moment.

The sigh seemed to express his disappointment in everyone here.

"Do you… have something to say?"

After a while, Elder William pressed with a question.

Regardless of what this man was about to say, he was prepared to deny it. If Eden refused to admit it, things would become simple, but if Eden confessed, he still had a plan; either way, he did not intend to let this man leave alive.

Eden lowered his gaze, murmuring softly:

"A righteous man…"

At this moment, the church's lights were on, thousands of letters on the monument silent, and everyone watched him intently, as if his words contained some kind of magical power.

"A righteous man… in his helplessness, prayed to the Divine, but was scorned by the stars…"

Eden spoke slowly, as if narrating:

"Within the whirling snowstorms, only He showed mercy, ensuring not one of the righteous man's wishes went unfulfilled. In the end, he became a towering tree, standing eternally at the frontier, a testament to the miracle."

Among the people, the monks were stunned; they gaped, their pupils contracting sharply, their faces filled with disbelief. They looked at each other as if to confirm who might have let something slip.

The monks present knew… this was a revelation received by Elder Fahela.

And this revelation was known to only a handful within the sect.

Elder William was momentarily taken aback but quickly collected himself and hastily demanded:

"Where did you hear this!

This, this is… Regardless, where did you hear it!"

Timian not far away was in a panic. He was somewhat baffled and couldn't understand why everyone's reaction was so intense.

Elder William said in a tone that was almost threatening,

"Who told you, who let it slip... where exactly did you hear this."

"It is the arrangement of God."

Eden said softly.

Everyone was stunned, their expressions slowly becoming rigid.

He didn't say where he had heard it, nor who had let it slip; he said, it was the arrangement of God.

"Do not take the name of God in vain, do not play the sorcerer!"

Elder William roared.

His heart filled with growing panic.

Again, Eden sighed, and after a moment of silence, he slowly uttered a name,

"He... has entrusted the 'Miracle Book' to me."

Miracle Book...

Elder William felt as if struck by lightning.

The Miracle Book...from the Prophecy of Fahela.

Boom!

As the name of the Miracle Book hit the ground, a thunderous boom echoed in the minds of the people, as if the great bell of faith was being struck, an unimaginable spiritual force rocking everyone.

When those words fell, the pitch-black heavy night seemed to vibrate, to turn, indescribable apparitions appearing in the sky, the night itself seeming to split open, revealing a dazzling divine celestial light.

That sacred light, falling upon the church, suddenly, the dark church was bathed in brightness.

The church suddenly erupted, the monks in an uproar, their excitement incommunicable, even their speech unclear, their fervor for faith exploding, several people falling to the ground, tears streaming down their faces in praise of the Divine.

Elder William shuddered, lifting his head to look at this heavenly light, his eyes showing terror.

"What, what is happening..."

Elder William muttered to himself, trembling.

He could not believe the sight before him.

At the moment the priest uttered "Miracle Book," the pitch-black night sky suddenly sent forth a beam of light.

Subconsciously he wanted to close his eyes, afraid to confront the brilliance directly, even wanting to flee for the door.

Despite this, the light still shone upon him.

Princess Arsia looked at Eden unbelievingly. For the first time in many years, she was so greatly shocked she didn't know what to say, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Eden faced the brightness, murmuring in a trance,

"God, is this your revelation..."

Not long after, the brightness gradually faded, everything returned to normal, but the shock still lingered within the church.

The monks were tremendously moved, tears continuously falling, they involuntarily knelt towards Eden, loudly chanting hymns of praise and prayers.

"It has come, all the Prophecies have been validated."

"His person has come, the truth has its Prophet."

"His person has come, to carry out the mission He has bestowed."

They sang excitedly, shouting, their jubilant and zealous voices filling the entire church, as if to burst a hole through it.

Listening to their voices, Eden, who had been overwhelmed by the brilliance, was stunned.

The priest belatedly trembled, an indescribable fear instantly overwhelming his entire being.

These scenes... seemed to be confirming the words of the Miracle Book.

The night's...miracle?

Eden shivered.

Wait, wait!

The so-called Envoy of the King of Kings...could it be... could it be me?!

The monks did not know what Eden was panicking about, even less did they realize his panic, mistaking Eden's trembling for being in the presence of the King of Kings' power and wonders. They would remember every scene of tonight and record it, to pass down through the ages.

Every monk of the Fahela Sect who had witnessed the miracle, at that moment, firmly believed that he, Priest Eden, was the one prophesied, bestowed with the sacred mission by the King of Kings. He would inherit all the authority of Elder Fahela, to devote all his strength for their doctrine and truth.