"Your Majesty Ceres, do you have that much free time?"
In the end, Ceres had bothered Locke so much that he could no longer calm his mind to cultivate, so he asked directly.
A month had already passed since Locke killed Gask and the nobles around the cathedral.
Over this past month, the Pope of the Temple of Light had been run ragged.
There was no helping it. This incident had been far too vile, and the blow to the Temple of Light's reputation had been enormous.
The Temple of Light's cathedral was an area personally overseen by the Pope of the Temple of Light.
In the Vakanda Plane, its security could be said to be second only to the Imperial Capital of the Frost Snow Empire.
Why had these higher-ups of the Temple of Light been willing to betray the Frost Snow Empire and join the Temple of Light?
Aside from the fact that sacrifices could allow them to break through their own shackles and advance to higher levels, "safety" was also an indispensable factor.
If there were no "safety," and they had just betrayed the empire only for the Frost Snow Empire to send people to kill them afterward, then why would they still betray it?
Had they lived long enough and wanted to die sooner?
Wasn't it because the Pope of the Temple of Light had guaranteed them that as long as they entered the Temple of Light's sphere of influence, their safety would be assured?
Over the years, among the nobles who had sought refuge with the Temple of Light, none had ever been hunted down by the Frost Snow Empire unless they died on the battlefield.
However, Gask's death this time had greatly shaken everyone's faith in whether the Temple of Light could protect them.