Cavens: "Where is he?"

One day ago.

Radiant Holy See, Twilight.

Calvin wasn't in a good mood.

The words of the Child of Curse from that morning still echoed in his mind.

As one born with divine radiance, as the son of a Holy See priest, Calvin's life was supposed to be brilliant and smooth.

Born into a prominent Holy See family, he received the title 'Child of Radiance' upon his first prayer. At just sixteen years old, he had reached the threshold of a Second-tier Sorcerer. In this Border City, he should have been the rising star of the new generation.

He had known Luojia, the Candidate Saintess, long before the Child of Curse.

In the past, he often considered himself the Saintess's childhood friend. Even though Luojia wasn't particularly familiar with him, he still placed himself in that position.

This had brought him much honor and convenience, earning him the respect of many.

Until that Child of Curse, recommended by Luojia, arrived at the great Radiant Holy See.

Gradually, everyone's attention was stolen by this outsider.

He also received a title upon his first prayer.

He spent every day in the library, reading and studying, feigning effort with a hypocritical pretense, much like his detestable smile.

Yet, it had also affected him.

He was, after all, just a Child of Curse.

But Calvin understood that this period of humiliation was about to end. His father had already found several small Heresy strongholds for him. Tonight, he would lead his father's Holy Knights to exterminate those evil cultists.

Tonight, on the Night of the Red Moon, he would achieve fame throughout this Border City. The divine radiance would descend upon the world!

The Holy Knights were essential.

According to the Goddess's rules, he had to personally exterminate the Esoteric Cultists to gain Faith Points.

However, he couldn't defeat so many Esoteric Cultists by himself.

This was where the Holy Knights would come in, taking care of the high-level cultists that Calvin couldn't handle, leaving only the weak believers for him to slaughter.

This plan was foolproof.

This was the foundation of his family's influence.

At that time, becoming a Second-tier Sorcerer at the age of sixteen, even Your Excellency Luojia would have to look at him with new eyes.

He pondered these thoughts, a faint smile gracing his lips.

The sun slowly descended, painting the mountains blood-red. Layers of fiery clouds spread out, filling half the sky.

The Blood Moon was about to be born from the most vibrant red clouds.

Dusk gradually enveloped the land, and the sound of church bells echoed from afar.

Calvin had completed his daily tasks.

He stood up and donned his attire: a Sacred Robe crafted by a high-tier artisan, a Staff inlaid with rubies, and a Blood-red Cloak trailing on the ground. All of it made him appear as majestic and divine as an Apostle of a Deity.

"Lord Calvin, are you ready?"

"I am here." He pushed open the door, his face adorned with a solemn and radiant smile, a stark contrast to his gloomy demeanor in the room. "All those blessed by the divine radiance, I bless you."

He bowed, lowering his head, placing his left hand over his chest, and performed a flawless blessing.

As soon as Calvin appeared, half of the Holy See's believers were captivated by his aura.

This attire, this presence – he was a born Saint.

The Border City wasn't large, and many eager believers had already learned that the Son of the Priest would personally hunt witches tonight. They had all flocked to witness the splendor of this Saint.

Everyone held high hopes for Calvin.

Calvin, with his sharp eyes, noticed Luojia also performing Mass before the Idols. A satisfied smile played on his lips.

She truly couldn't let go of me.

Luojia was dressed in a pure white robe today, kneeling quietly before the Idols. A gentle breeze ruffled her moon-like long hair.

She was deeply devoted during her Mass, completely unaware of what was happening around her.

Calvin walked directly before her and knelt on one knee. "Respected lady, I am honored that you have come to see me off."

Her Mass interrupted, Luojia opened her eyes with a hint of confusion, tilting her head. The words 'Who are you?' almost escaped her lips.

She was indeed bewildered.

Luojia had simply come to pray, hoping Ansu would pass the upcoming Saint Trial.

However, she remained polite, simply saying awkwardly, "Hello."

"Tonight's honor is dedicated to you, my Saintess."

Under the gaze of the crowd, Calvin swept his robe aside. "I will dedicate all the honor I gain tonight to you. This is my promise. May the Divine Radiance bless you!"

'So romantic.'

'A Saint's promise.'

"How envious,"

"A match made in heaven."

Calvin's words stirred considerable discussion among the onlookers, especially the gossipy girls, who excitedly chatted with their companions.

Luojia was still in a daze. She blinked her eyes, "Uh, thank you?"

After thinking for a long time, she finally remembered the man with the flamboyant speech in front of her. He seemed to be Father Luwen's son.

She then added, with an awkward yet polite tone, "I-I'm looking forward to it?"

As if injected with adrenaline, Calvin stood up, gave a gentlemanly bow, and walked towards the Holy Knights.

The Holy Knights were all fully equipped, a total of thirteen knights. They were all Second-tier Saints of the Holy See, managed under the Priests.

"You don't have to be so polite." The leader was an adult woman with brilliant gold long hair. She looked at Calvin with an appreciative gaze, "We'll be colleagues from now on."

"You are my senior, and I should naturally respect you." Calvin appeared humble and polite, elegant and proper, drawing frequent glances from the female believers around him.

"Let's depart." Calvin bowed to the surrounding believers again, "Everyone, please await my triumphant return."

It was now eleven o'clock at night, and the darkness was gradually spreading. The Blood Moon was at its peak at this moment.

Bathed in the light of the blood-red night, they rode the Holy See's warhorses out of the city gates.

They would first clear out the closest Heresy Stronghold to the city. They rode five kilometers east of the city, found a river, and on the east side of the river was a cave. Calvin remembered the location his father had given him.

The Holy See's horses' hooves shattered the midnight tranquility. They soon found the river and followed it upstream, discovering the cave.

Calvin felt a surge of heat. He could already see his glorious and bright future, feeling like the Paladin who would save all beings, destined to eliminate evil for his Saintess today.

--Those Esoteric Cultists and Children of Curse, he would slaughter them all without exception.

He dismounted directly, staff in hand, and was the first to charge into the cave.

The cave was very dark, but his bright future lay within this dark cave.

"Atone, you lowly mongrels," Calvin scoffed inwardly.

He finally reached the center of the cave and saw the massive altar. He took out his staff, about to cast Holy Light Magic.

But he stopped abruptly halfway through casting.

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The surroundings were terrifyingly silent, with only Calvin's confused voice echoing in the empty cave.

"Where is everyone?"

Updating on time, the next chapter will be released together. This time, I won't wait until eight o'clock to avoid emotional whiplash.

Also, regarding some data issues in the previous two chapters, Raindrop has revised them.

Please forgive any data errors. Raindrop was writing while feverish and dizzy, not thinking clearly.

Relatives visited during the New Year, and the virus infected my whole family hahaha heeheehee, I'm feeling great.