“Uh, alright.”
Tyr raised his hand, and a brilliant gold surge of Holy Power emerged from his palm.
Seeing the color of the Holy Power in Tyr's hand, Carenna's eyes flickered.
Even with the exact same cultivation method, the Holy Power cultivated by different people would vary.
Why could a Saintess become a Saintess? Why could a Pope become a Pope?
Aside from carrying the bloodline of House Aglaia, it was also because the Holy Power they cultivated was purer and far more powerful.
For instance, while an ordinary member of House Aglaia could heal one person with their Holy Power, the Saintess or the Pope could heal a thousand or even ten thousand people simultaneously.
This immense disparity in strength was precisely why the positions of the Pope and the Saintess were so secure.
Yet, the Holy Power Tyr displayed was incredibly pure. In terms of purity, it was not inferior to hers in the slightest.
“Little Tyr, are you interested in changing your surname to Aglaia?”
Such high talent for Holy Power was a complete waste in House Callis.
Besides, House Callis's method of competition was far too inhumane. Their brutal training did not simply end after leaving the Sword Prison; every so often, these candidates would receive missions from the family.
Every single mission was perversely difficult, and most importantly, they had to crush their targets with absolute power.
In other words, outsmarting the target or using strategy was not permitted within the scope of the evaluation.
Candidates—especially the one who would ultimately become Grand Duke Callis—had to possess absolute martial might.
As for cultivating the candidates' character and intelligence, House Callis had other tests for that.
“Are you interested in the position of Pope of House Aglaia?”
With the purity of the Aglaia bloodline in Tyr's body, coupled with the pure Holy Power he cultivated, as long as he did not die young, the position of Pope was well within his reach.
Why bother trying to become Grand Duke Callis? Wouldn't becoming the Pope of Aglaia be much better?
“Ah, let's not do that, shall we?”
Tyr felt a cold sweat break out. How could someone try to snatch away an heir the very first time they met?
“Hmm? You don't want to be the Pope? Being the Saintess is fine too. After all, our little Tyr is naturally beautiful.”
Carenna examined Tyr closely. If little Tyr were to cross-dress, as long as he didn't expose himself, absolutely no one would be able to tell.
Tyr: ...
No, wait, do you even hear what you're saying?
A Saintess? Him?
Furthermore, although he had been in the Sword Prison, he wasn't completely cut off from news. If he remembered correctly, hadn't House Aglaia already chosen a Little Saintess?
The Little Saintess was the successor to House Aglaia's Saintess.
“Aunt, we can talk about these things later. I need to deal with this accomplice of the Abyss demons first.”
Finding it truly hard to cope, Tyr decided to change the subject.
“Hmm?”
Carenna turned to look at Bishop Coos, who was collapsed on the ground, the warmth in her eyes instantly replaced by a cold light.
If little Tyr hadn't been here, she would have dealt with Bishop Coos the very moment she entered.
For remnants of the Abyss demons to actually exist within a grand temple could only mean that the person in charge here had colluded with them.
Under normal circumstances, the temple grounds were like a boiling pot of oil to Abyss demons. Unless they were seeking death, they would never come here, let alone leave behind such a dense aura.
Because Holy Power and Abyss power naturally countered each other, House Aglaia had always fought on the front lines against the demons.
When it came to their hatred for the Abyss demons, the members of House Aglaia were second to none.
Of course, no matter how great a family was, as long as its numbers grew large enough, some scum would inevitably appear.
“Then I shall leave him to you to handle.”
Logically speaking, since Bishop Coos had violated the temple's prohibitions, he should definitely be handed over to the Temple Inquisition.
But since it was little Tyr, it didn't matter.
By now, Bishop Coos's heart had sunk to rock bottom. From the conversation between Tyr and Carenna, it wasn't hard to guess that this young man from House Callis carried the direct bloodline of House Aglaia.
He suddenly recalled the news from over twenty years ago about the third young lady of House Aglaia eloping with a candidate from House Callis.
A candidate of House Callis who could use Holy Power and was the nephew of Her Highness the Saintess—his identity was already self-evident.
What he had originally thought would be his saving grace had now directly become his death warrant.
“Aunt, may I sentence him to hanging?”
Originally, Tyr had planned to end Bishop Coos with a single sword strike. After all, the bishop was a member of House Aglaia, and when there were no conflicts of interest, the six great families would usually show each other some respect.
After all, the adult world wasn't just about fighting and killing; it was also about social relations and human sentiment.
But now that his aunt was here and had given him full authority to handle the matter, he wanted to change his approach.
For colluding with the Abyss demons and harming commoners, he deserved to die amidst the curses of ten thousand people.
“No, you can't do this.”
Hearing Tyr's words, the despair on Bishop Coos's face instantly turned into sheer terror.
Tyr's action would undoubtedly expose his scandalous deeds to everyone, pinning him permanently to the pillar of shame.
Most importantly, even the commoners would find out about this.
It was one thing to be despised and cursed by nobles, but those commoners—what right did they have?!
“He deserves it.”
Carenna glanced down at Bishop Coos and spoke in a cold tone.
As the Saintess of House Aglaia, Carenna had naturally always fought on the front lines against the Abyss demons.
She resented Bishop Coos's actions far more than ordinary people did.
“Please, no, Your Highness! Have mercy, Your Highness! Everything I did was for the sake of the Temple, Your Highness!”
Hearing Carenna's consent, Bishop Coos's face grew even paler, filled with utter terror as he scrambled on all fours toward Tyr and Carenna.
“Clack!”
Carenna stamped her foot, her high heel making a crisp clicking sound against the floor. A vast wave of Holy Power surged from her body, instantly sending the crawling Bishop Coos flying backward.
“The temple's brave warriors are risking their lives, fighting desperately against the Abyss demons on the Celestial Battlefield. As a bishop of a temple, you colluded with those very demons. Have you ever spared a thought for the bleeding warriors on the Celestial Battlefield?”
"All for the sake of the Temple"—Carenna was almost driven to laughter by his sheer audacity.
“Your Highness, I truly did it for the Temple! If we don't do this, those lowly commoners won't respect the Temple at all! What faith do they even have? They'll only take a mile if given an inch!”
“Your Highness, have mercy! I am willing to accept purification by holy fire!”
The so-called purification by holy fire was actually an execution by burning, using fire condensed from Holy Power. It was considered one of the most brutal punishments in the Temple.
But even so, Bishop Coos was unwilling to walk onto the gallows under the mocking stares of those commoners.
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