CHAPTER 657: CHAPTER 571: THE FALSE TALE OF LIGHT

"As expected of a professional killer, the information gathering is absolutely top-notch!"

Lette expressed high appreciation for Jenny’s work and then proceeded to open the intelligence she left behind.

"Huh? How can this be?"

The days Jenny spent living with Aloe were not short, but the information she provided was rather sparse.

Through her casual inquiries, they basically reconfirmed their previous conclusion—Aloe was just an ordinary second-generation Church member.

Her childhood was smooth sailing, without any curses like Sleeping Beauty being laid on her birthday.

There was a blessing, however.

But that was the blessing from the Holy Light God.

Moreover, this blessing was not only for her alone; as the daughter of the Red Archbishop, Aloe was viewed as the successor of the Holy Light Sect even before she was born.

Rather, her parents’ union had little to do with love and more with factional compromise and alliances.

Perhaps, calling it a political marriage would be more accurate.

Thus, from a young age, Aloe joined the Holy Light Sect and received the blessing of the Holy Light God.

It was part of the initiation ritual, not any special grace.

But it seemed to symbolize rebirth, or maybe it was for some political consideration.

Aloe’s baptism day was chosen to be her birthday.

If one had to match fairy tale details one by one, this was the only part that fit.

Since then, Aloe’s path in the Holy Sect was smooth, eventually becoming the Holy Daughter of the Holy Light Sect without any suspense.

Her life was arranged, and she fulfilled her role diligently until not long ago, when she went to the Holy Mountain.

"Impossible... So many worlds, so many possibilities, yet the Witch’s curse somehow came to this world and attached itself to her.

This means Aloe must possess some exceptional trait, something that surpasses the other qualified ones from other worlds.

But now, it seems like things have gone astray instead."

Lette muttered to himself, putting away the information in his hand.

It also recorded some privacy of the Archbishop’s family, but it didn’t provide much help in finding the truth.

"Really..."

Lette had always believed that anomalies must have a cause.

Aloe’s uneventful childhood and the eerie calm among the Church Court’s higher-ups after the group’s arrival always felt eerily silent.

Even though everything seemed peaceful, Lette couldn’t shake the feeling that there were undercurrents beneath the surface.

All of these oddities must have a reasonable explanation.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t uncover the answer right now.

"Forget it, soldiers deal with soldiers, and water deals with earth."

Lette stretched a bit: "If Aloe really is Sleeping Beauty, then awakening her in the short term is not possible.

We should eliminate the potential threats in this world and bring it under the jurisdiction of the Holy Light Divine Court.

Once everything is settled, we’ll find a way to provoke her inner power."

Thinking of this, Lette couldn’t help but glance toward the northwest direction.

"I wonder how Emily’s investigation is going; we really need her innate intuition right about now."

"Divine Envoy!"

At this moment, the voice of a messenger came from the first floor: "His Holiness the Pope invites you to the cathedral to discuss the enthronement ceremony!"

"Alright! I got it."

Lette furrowed his brows, feeling that the Pope seemed more eager and urgent about his entry into the upper echelons of the Divine Sect than he was.

"Perfect, I’ll see if this old fox reveals any clues."

Lette turned and went downstairs, then, with the messenger escorting him, boarded a luxurious carriage of the Church Court, heading toward the destination.

This was a carriage reserved for the high-ranking members of the Church Court, and technically, Lette wasn’t yet qualified to use it.

But these days, whenever he went on tours with the Pope, he’d been riding in such carriages, to the point of almost getting used to it.

The horse trotted quickly, wheels rolling as the carriage turned into a secluded alley.

Lette immediately braced himself, wondering if the enemies were planning to make a move here to assassinate him.

However, when the carriage left the alley and returned to the main road, no one made a move.

"Could it be that the enemies planned to disguise themselves amidst the bustling crowd for a final kill?"

But just as Lette thought this, the carriage exited the bustling market district.

"What’s going on, such a good opportunity passed without action..."

Throughout the ride, Lette was filled with doubt, noticing many places where an attack could happen.

Yet in the end, nothing occurred.

He arrived safely at the entrance of the Pope’s hall.

"No, no, no, this isn’t right!"

Lette turned to look at the road they traveled, his expression slightly off.

Could it be that these guys really didn’t plan to make a move on him?

Oh! Inside the hall?

Is this a trap laid in the hall?

Are there five hundred axe-wielding soldiers lying in ambush around?

Lette’s spirits were lifted, realizing the storyline now!

Immediately, he excitedly followed the guards into the Holy Light Sect’s cathedral, standing before the statue of the Holy Spirit.

And on each side of the statue stood three Archbishops and His Holiness the Pope.

Upon seeing Lette’s arrival, three of them warmly came over to chat with him.

Only the Red Archbishop looked displeased, as if someone had taken his precious daughter away!

Regarding his behavior, the other three didn’t remind him to manage his expressions.