Inside the large Floating City north of Yason City in Yason Province, Archbishop Gerard looked at the middle-aged man standing before him and slowly said, "Kvat Silverwing."
Kvat lowered his head. "Archbishop."
"By the Pope's special pardon, effective immediately, you will be assigned to the Ninth Legion as adjutant to Legion Marshal Velin Ex, assisting him in commanding the aerial forces."
"Yes."
Kvat did not ask why. His expression remained as calm as ever as he respectfully accepted the order.
Gerard took out the mask given to him by the Saint and handed it to Kvat. In a grave voice, he said, "From the moment you put on this mask, you will have no further connection with the Church of Dawn."
Looking at the Silver Mask in his hand, countless memories surfaced before Kvat's eyes.
Once he put on this mask, he would no longer be Kvat Silverwing. The sinner he had once been would die completely, and he would gain a new life from then on—but it also meant severing himself completely from his past.
Seeing Kvat's hands trembling slightly, Archbishop Gerard did not urge him. He merely watched in silence.
On the left side of the hall, Moon silently watched the scene before him, a complicated look flashing through his eyes.
Witnessing the "death" of someone who had once been a genius, he could not help but feel regret.
Steadying his trembling hands, Kvat composed himself, slowly raised the mask, and put it on.
As Kvat's face fused with the mask, dozens of chains extended from it, locking his body, soul, and consciousness.
As the chains tightened, Kvat's body began to tremble uncontrollably under the endless pain.
Three minutes later, the chains vanished.
Gerard extended his senses and examined him. Kvat's soul had already become unfamiliar.
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