Chapter 54
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Chapter 54: The Sealing
"The Sword of Order? That is the Sword of Order!"
"Isn’t the Sword of Order in the hands of the Pontiff? How can it be here?"
"Fool, the true Sword of Order is, of course, in the hands of the Pontiff. That one is an illusion created by the Order Sword System!"
"Order Sword System?"
"Yes, this is my first time seeing it too. It is said that only the most devoted believers of Order can gain its power."
Inside the tent, several nobles looked at the shining golden sword, unable to help but swallow hard and whisper to each other.
"But being devoted is not enough…" A senior believer clasped his hands together, looking at Leo with reverence and seriousness, "To gain this power, one also needs exceptional talent and a transcendent Spiritual Vision. Only then can one hear the whispers of our Lord."
"Yes, those who learn the Order Sword System effectively become the personal attendants of our Lord, feeling His divine care at the closest distance."
"Ah, praise Order! Ah, Lord, why do you not grant me such grace?"
"I also want to serve by your side!"
"No, it is not for me to guess the Lord’s will. I am guilty, I am guilty!"
The believer who had been silent suddenly fell to the ground, a look of guilt appearing on his expressionless face as he repeatedly slapped his own cheeks.
Many believers in the tent shared the same feelings.
These believers clasped their hands together, tears streaming down their cheeks.
There is no way; even among the most loyal White Cavalry Army of the Order Sect, only a handful possess the power of the Order Sword System.
Each one of them is a candidate for leadership.
It can be said that in the selection of higher-ranking officials in the Order Sect, the ability to learn the Order Sword System has become a crucial evaluation standard.
However, learning this ability is incredibly difficult.
Not only is enough devotion needed, but also enough potential.
Only then will they be recognized by the God of Order as the person He needs.
In the temple of the Holy Spirit in the royal city of Tersk Territory, orderly believers pray devoutly every day.
They long to hear the divine message from the God of Order and desire to receive the brilliance of the Order Sword System.
But it was in vain.
Yet now, such a holy power has appeared before them, in the hands of a servant.
How could they not be surprised? And how could they not feel jealous?
Even though this jealousy goes against their teachings, they cannot suppress it and can only punish themselves through self-discipline.
Thus, a strange and comical scene appeared within the camp.
A group of monks in white robes knelt on the ground, continually slapping their own faces.
A few of them even pulled out whips and handed them to their colleagues nearby.
"Smack! Smack!!"
"Oh Lord! Punish me!!"
"…" Leo watched this scene, almost unable to hold back his expression.
He never expected that displaying power in front of others could have such a shocking effect.
Truly, in a world of theism, the power of belief is really… so distorted.
It was incredibly fortunate to gain this ability back then.
"Sword of Order…" the grand bishop Lennon stared at the long sword in Leo’s hand. After a few seconds, the cold light in his eyes grew even stronger, "Your devotion to order is unquestionable, but I want to know how you obtained this power. Normally, as a servant, you do not have the right to enter the Hall of the Holy Spirit."
"Praise the order, please forgive my overstep." Leo braced himself and met his gaze, "The white knight I serve, Luna, has sent me several times to the Sacred Hall to retrieve her belongings, and during those times, I heard the prophecy."
"Faced with that prophecy, I could not control my body, nor could I control my soul, so I had to remain there. Please, punish me."
"…" Upon hearing Leo’s reply, Lennon fell silent. He stared into Leo’s eyes, unsure of what he was thinking.
That silence made Leo feel like he had fallen into an ice cave. Even though there was a magical fire basin in the tent, his body felt as if it were frozen.
Time passed very slowly; it felt like he had been there for days or even years, though it was only a few seconds.
"Well, you should indeed be punished." Finally, Lennon spoke slowly, breaking the suffocating silence, "From today on, Leo, you are no longer Luna’s servant."
"Huh?" Leo could hardly control his facial expression. He squeezed his thigh under his robe, using the pain to keep his sanity.
The tension reached its peak.
"From today on, you are part of the White Cavalry Army." Lennon took a step closer and patted his shoulder, "You have proven your faith and your potential. Those who can listen to the Lord should not only serve as a servant."
"Welcome, my brother." Saying this, Lennon drew the sword from his waist, its golden glow shining, "Time is tight; your knighthood ceremony cannot wait until we reach the royal city, so please do not blame me."
"？？？"
Three giant question marks appeared above Leo’s head as he stared blankly at Lennon, feeling like he had just come off a roller coaster.
Just a moment ago, he thought Lennon had seen through him and would kill him on the spot…
The next moment, he was about to be directly named a knight! ?!?
"Leo, aren’t you going to bow? Do you have any concerns?" asked the silver-haired, red-eyed Saintess Fleur, stepping forward with a puzzled look.
"No, I just feel that happiness has come too suddenly." Leo came back to his senses and hurriedly knelt on one knee, pretending to speak with the most sincere tone, "At last, I have finally gained the honor to serve."
"The power of the Lord."
"This is the right you deserve." Lennon tapped his long sword on Leo’s left and right shoulders, "Now I ask you, Leo, are you willing to give your soul to the God of Order, become a member of the White Cavalry Army, serve order for life, stay sane, and be accompanied by solitude?"
"I am willing." Leo clenched his right fist and placed it on his left chest without thinking.
This is the legal identity of the Order Sect!
"Good." Lennon raised his long sword and said seriously, "Praise our lord. In urgent matters, I will act on behalf of Pontiff; I grant this devout monk Leo the powers and duties of a White Knight. From today on, your soul belongs to order."
"Rise, my brother."
As he spoke, he sheathed the long sword and helped Leo up.
"Thank you." Leo was still in a dreamy state.
Has he… been accepted into the Order Sect?
The believers in the camp looked at him with very passionate eyes.
The White Cavalry Army, as the sharpest blade of order, possesses the best resources of the entire Order Sect, a place where countless believers long to enter.
Not to mention, Leo is the leader of the White Cavalry Army, a knight personally appointed by Grand Bishop Lennon.
Such honor made it hard for them to hide their envy.
"Alright, Leo," Lennon continued, "you just said you have a way to defend Winter Fortress, right?"
"So, let me hear what your plan is."
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