Gino
"Do you feel that it is unfair?"
"Are you angry?"
"Why not choose to resist?"
Whispers suddenly rose beside his ears, their volume rising and falling, leaving the young man dazed. The last trace of warning that rose from the depths of his heart made him raise his hands to cover his ears, but the voice was like strands of music, drilling straight into his heart.
The young man's newly shattered convictions could not stop such an invasion at all.
In just a moment, the young man's face began to twitch and distort.
"No!"
"No!"
"This isn't what I want!"
The young man shouted.
He flipped over and sprang to his feet.
He wanted to rush out the door.
He wanted to... call for help!
At this moment, other than calling for help, the young man could think of nothing else.
Bang!
He shoved the door hard with his palm, but it did not budge.
It was locked from the outside?
The young man froze, then began pounding on the door with all his strength.
Bang, bang bang!
"Save me!"
"Help me!"
The young man shouted.
The two deacons outside naturally heard him, yet neither of them moved.
They had come to "guard" him, not to "rescue" him.
As for whether he lived or died?
They cared even less.
After all, he was merely a "traitor beguiled by heretics."
By the time Valentin's carriage entered the outer courtyard of the cathedral, the sun had fully risen.
Sunlight reflected off the crystals, making the entire cathedral appear incomparably sacred.
It was not Valentin's first time seeing such a sight.
Yet every time he saw it, he praised it from the bottom of his heart.
"What wealth!"
"If all these crystals were exchanged for Gold Pinton, how much would there