“His Majesty who was born in the human form.”

“His Majesty who filled the glass with the enemy’s blood and filled the dish with the enemy’s flesh.”

“His Majesty who has been our guiding light from even beyond the grave.”

In the middle of rising smoke and screams coming from all sides, Rietto knelt down on the floor and endlessly muttered his prayers. His fast prayer was almost as if three different voices were coming from one mouth, somehow making the listener feel utterly uncomfortable.

Listening to his prayer, Kamil felt chills run down her spine. However, her body was soaring with energy.

‘This is His Majesty’s Grace…’

This Grace was incomparable to the one she was granted when she first became a Templar. The basic Graces that were granted to the Templars were physical and mental strengthening, Spear of Wrath, and a few other magic skills. However, the clergy were allowed to exercise much more varied and high-ranked Graces. Amongst them, the Bishops used Graces that were almost equivalent to miracles.

“My emperor, the mighty Kennosis.”

“May His Majesty who resides in everyone’s spirit and body grant you power and Grace to the proxy of the fingertips…”

The Bishop’s Grace could provide almost infinite...