The Pope's Secret, Dawn's Blasphemer

"Your Majesty, it's time to wake up."

Beneath the ice sheet buried by wind and snow stood a solid underground bunker, where the King of Nantes and his followers had taken refuge.

The king woke to the sight of the hard ice he had grown sick of seeing these past days.

"Is breakfast ready?"

The king was hungry. The follower who had awakened him served up exquisite food, then said with some difficulty,

"Your Majesty, we don't have much food left."

"Knight Becker plans to send people out onto the surface to look for food."

"Wouldn't that be too dangerous?"

The king frowned. Though he was young, he understood that leaving now would make it easy for the Church of Dawn's pursuers to find them.

"It is dangerous, but in a few days, our food will run out. We are also running low on fuel. In the Northlands, we are about to lose our warmth."

"Then have Knight Becker send people to the surface."

That was all the king could say. He did not know what else to do. The person beside him did not stop, instead changing the subject.

"Your Majesty, forgive my impertinence, but everyone wants to know what you intend to do now."

"You cannot live in the Northlands forever. There is no place for humans to survive here. We still have to return South, to your kingdom."

They were loyal. Those loyal supporters who had abandoned everything to follow the king harbored no second thoughts. But loyalty was one thing, confusion another. They did not know what to do next.

"I don't know either."

The king was dejected as well. He did not know of any good solution.

"The Church of Dawn is hunting you over a secret. If that secret is no longer only in