The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 453

In a room radiating with warm light and a quiet sense of coziness, everything felt peaceful. Soft lamps glowed in the corners and thick

carpets muffled every sound. Yet the peace did nothing to calm the man walking through the long corridor outside. The corridor was supported by high pillar beams, and the faint golden patterns carved on them reflected the warm glow, but the man's uneasy expression stood out more than the holy decorations around him.

He moved quickly, almost nervously, his footsteps echoing lightly as he approached the secluded chamber hidden deep inside the Holy Place. This chamber was rarely entered by anyone except the highest ranks. When he pushed open the heavy door, he paused for a moment and took a breath before stepping inside.

A man sat in the center of the room, glowing faintly like a radiant light. Papers were spread before him, and he was writing something with slow, deliberate strokes. Every time the pen touched the paper, faint hallucination-like echoes drifted through the air, as if the words themselves were alive.

Choirs and hymns singing praises of God seemed to echo.

Just then,the knob of his own chipped on hearing the voice.

"Wait… what did you say?" the glowing man asked without looking up yet. His pen stopped mid-line. "The Saintess hasn't returned?"

He finally lifted his head. The light around him flickered slightly as shock passed over his face. His brows furrowed, and his eyes sharpened. For a moment, he just stared at the trembling priest who had brought the news.

The priest swallowed. "Yes… Sir. The Saintess hasn't returned."

The man's pen froze, still hovering above the paper. He slowly placed it down and leaned back. The wrinkles on his face tightened as he frowned, and his whole expression looked like it had aged a few years instantly.

"Why is she taking so long? And what are the inquisitors doing?" he asked. His voice was heavy, filled with frustration and a rising sense of dread. The frown on his wrinkled face deepened, making it crunch together severely.

The priest standing before him looked just as confused. He lifted his hands slightly in a helpless gesture.

"I don't know."

"Why don't you know?

He lowered his head. "How can I know this, Sir…? We also have lost contact with a lot of them."

The room fell into a tense silence. The warm air felt heavy.

"Since she disappeared in Heinz, we can't press them as it was under attack," the priest added with a tired sigh.

Originally they planned to take away from the epicenter.According to the prediction,the Heizen would be laid to dust.

It would be filled with chaos.And it would during those chaotic times the Church would act again to restore it's authority but now.

Just then, a sudden thought flashed across both of their minds. They exchanged a brief look, the same fear forming in their eyes at the same moment.

"Wait a moment…" the glowing man whispered, his voice dropping. "Did the Abyssal Cult take the opportunity to kidnap her?"

The moment that frightening thought appeared, it shook both of them to the core. A chill crawled across their skin despite the warm room.

"No…this can't be" the priest whispered, though he already knew it was possible.

The glowing man gripped the armrest of his chair. "Quickly send people to investigate. I need to have an answer as swiftly as possible."

His voice trembled slightly with urgency.

Knowing the Abyssal Cult, he could already imagine the worst-case scenarios. His expression turned grim.

The man clicked his tongue in frustration and spoke "Knowing them, she might be done for… so start looking for other candidates to replace her."

The priest nodded quickly and bowed his head, though his face showed obvious fear and hesitation.

"Yes, Sir. I will take care of it immediately."

The glowing man waved his hand tiredly, dismissing him. The priest hurriedly left the chamber, leaving the holy warmth behind.

......…

A heavy metal door creaked open inside a cold underground prison cell. The walls were damp and cracked, and the air smelled faintly of rust. Inside, a woman sat calmly, her back straight and her expression composed despite her slightly haggard appearance.

Kael stepped inside with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He crossed his arms and studied her.

"You are quite clever, aren't you?" he said slowly.

"That's a good decision to surrender and get imprisoned to avoid trouble?"

The woman lifted her head with effort. Her eyes were tired but steady. "It's nothing, as long as it serves the purpose of the Lord."

Kael nodded and exhaled softly. "Okay… I have talked with Father. You are free now."

He gestured to the guards outside the cell. "Unseal her cuffs."

Two guards walked in immediately. They unlocked the metal cuffs and removed the sealing device attached to them. The metal clinked softly as it fell away, and the woman rubbed her wrists with a faint wince.

After a moment, Kael pulled out a chair, sat down, and glanced around the cell. His eyes moved slowly, checking every corner, every shadow, and every gap in the stone walls. He wanted to be sure no one was listening.

Once he was certain they were alone, he leaned forward.

"First, I want to know about Adele's thoughts," he said. "When did she plan all this?"

His eyes narrowed slightly. "Why are you involved with her?"

The woman sighed deeply. She lowered her gaze, and for a moment, regret clouded her expression. She rubbed her temples before speaking.

"The sole reason for supporting Adele was to have her support for the Heretic Sect, which will help us blend," she said. "We have always been hunted. Unlike the Evil Cult, who are just hunted on one side, we are hunted from both."

Kael's jaw clenched as he listened.

"In fact," she continued, her voice softening, "there have been times when the Orthodox Church even joined hands with them to deal with us."

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