The First Golden Legend!

Victor remained kneeling on the ground, his chest heaving rapidly: "The Most Holy----did not issue a command for me to die?"

Victor resisted the Holy Judgement Court, resisted those judges, branding irons, and chains, but he could not deny the Most Holy itself.

In this world where the Blood Moon pressed down upon the land, the Sacred Flame was the reason human settlements could still exist, and the Most Holy was humanity's only faith; this was also the consensus of all humans in this world.

As a former Alchemical Construct Master, he understood the greatness of the Sacred Flame better than ordinary people, which made him even less able to absolve himself of his guilt.

His mind flashed instantly back to the inner city of the Holy City from more than ten years ago.

The White Tower was an undisclosed organization within the Church; their philosophy was to change the world with technology, and they were responsible for many experiments treading on the safety line of the Holy Fire Code.

When that day came, the explosion surged up from underground, and Victor remembered it very clearly.

The brass door was blown off, the stone steps cracked, and white firelight rushed up from below. Someone was shouting to close the valve, someone was shouting to evacuate, and more voices were drowned out by the second shockwave.

In the end, it was the Pope who intervened to prevent the disaster from spreading to the entire Holy City.

Victor survived. He was not White Tower Core Personnel, but the White Tower needed someone to take the blame.

The Holy Judge made him repeat the construct procedures of that night over and over again, forced him to draw the Source Furnace circuits, and asked if he had ever touched restricted area blueprints.

Before his