The United Kingdom of Rome.
This was one of the oldest states in Halkekinia, commonly referred to simply as the Imperial State. It was a confederation of states located at the southernmost tip of Gallia, the Avonna Peninsula.
The Kingdom of Rome was founded by one of the disciples of Primogenitor Blimir, Saint Forsadi. Initially, it was only a small city on the Avanna Peninsula. However, due to the arrogance of the Holy Kingdom, it expanded its territory and annexed the surrounding cities.
In the time of the Great King Gerio Cesare it finally broke out of the Avonna peninsula and occupied half of Gallia.
However, the glorious era didn't last long.
Years later, the Romanians were expelled from the land of Gallia. The city-states that were supposed to be annexed also began to try to gain independence.
After a period of war, the current Romanian United State was finally formed.
As it was a federation, the cities had a strong sense of independence, and they didn't necessarily rely on Romania in terms of diplomatic strategy.
However, no country dared to ignore the existence of such a country that was at a disadvantage compared to other countries.
Romania was the place of Primogenitor Blimir's death. The founder, Saint Forsadi, was Blimir's disciple and was the guardian of Primogenitor Blimir's tomb.
Hence, the successors of the country made use of this fact and promoted Romania as a sacred place that was second only to the Holy Land. It was the center of Blimir's religion, which was widely believed in in Halkekinia.
In the end, the country changed from a federation to an Imperial Kingdom. The huge Saint Forsadi's Cathedral was built, and the successive kings were called Popes. They stood at the peak of all the clergymen and believers.
In the sky, an empty ship was heading towards Romania's spaceport.
On the deck, Eight-cloud Ink was enjoying the pure wind as she listened to Louise introduce Romania to Tiffany and the other girls.
When the young girl felt thirsty and stopped, Eight-cloud Ink handed her a cup of black tea and looked at the surrounding young girls.
"Louise and I are going to Romania. Why are you following us?"
Patrice closed the book in her hand and said, "We're just interested."
"I'm Lady Noreij's knight, so I have to follow her." Sherlock was expressionless.
Shesta tidied up her maid attire that had been messed up by the wind and said, "I am Lady Louise's personal maid."
Finally, Tiffany hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something but not daring to.
Eight-cloud Ink could not help but sigh.
Tifania might be quiet and peaceful, but she was still a little timid when facing strangers. She might have made friends in the academy, but if Eight-cloud Ink and the others went somewhere else and left her alone in the academy, she would definitely be terrified.
Therefore, she quietly followed him.
"Ah! I see Romania! "
Louise suddenly threw herself onto the railing and leaned her upper body out, pointing down as she spoke excitedly.
Through the clouds, they could already see a bustling city below.
Not long after, the empty ship docked at the harbor, and Eight-cloud Ink's group walked down the gangway.
"Welcome to Romania."
Zhu Liou, who had returned earlier, led the Knights and waited at the harbor.
"I have prepared the carriages for everyone. Follow me to the Sacred Hall to meet His Majesty!"
After the greetings, everyone boarded the carriages prepared by Zhu Liou.
On the way, Eight-cloud Ink gently lifted the curtains of the carriages and observed the scenery outside.
The religious city of Romalia was a "land full of light" in the eyes of the Grand Priests of Halkkinia. Its existence had been sanctified.
The streets were filled with Grand Priests wearing sparkling clothing. They smiled and greeted the devout believers.
The city was filled with laughter. In the Holy City of the Pontiff, who was used to calling himself "the servant of God and the servant of the people," the Grand Priests were guiding the devout believers of Blimir.
Even though the people of Halkkinia who had never left the cities and villages they were born in believed that this was a paradise, it was also because of this belief that the refugees who had left their homes to escape the calamity of war would gather here.
On the streets, refugees and believers from all over the continent lined up in front of the soup pots set up by the Knights of Salvation Maldias.
Although these refugees fled here, they had no jobs, and their food and clothing were not satisfactory.
Not far from the believers in ragged clothes, a luxurious temple decorated with countless stone pillars stood there. The Grand Priests in splendid attire walked in, talking and laughing.
"A land full of light? Ha! "
Eight-cloud Ink chuckled.
"What's wrong, Yakun?" Louise, who was in the same carriage, looked over.
"Nothing."
The girl in front of her was the devout Blimir, and she was also a noble. At this time, she was intoxicated in the luxurious temples, admiring the works of art interwoven with green glass and huge religious carvings.
As for the civilians on the street, she didn't care at all, or subconsciously ignored them.
It was better not to casually criticize the religion she believed in in front of such a believer. That would only make her unhappy.
The carriage moved forward slowly, and the Grand Priests and civilians on the road bowed solemnly when they saw the carvings on the carriage.
Not long after, they arrived at the St. Fossardi Cathedral.
The cathedral was a pure white building complex.
The structure was somewhat similar to the Toristine Magic Academy. In the five corners stood towers representing the five magic powers, and in the center stood the main tower.
Under Julio's lead, everyone went straight to the Pilgrimage Hall of the main tower.
The smooth marble floor was like a mirror, surrounded by thick stone pillars with various religious patterns carved on them. The windows on the walls were decorated with various kinds of exquisite colored glass.
Luxurious crystal chandeliers hung from the dome of the hall.
From the deepest part of the hall, a bright red carpet was laid out to the entrance of the Pilgrimage Hall.
Louise and the others standing at the entrance exclaimed. When had they ever seen such a magnificent and beautiful building?
Even Louise's luxurious residence couldn't compare to it.
As a member of the Royal Family, Sherlock discovered that the Pilgrimage Hall was more beautiful than his own Royal Palace.
After arriving at the Morning Sage Hall, the guards all retreated. Only Zhu Liou led the group into the hall.
Perhaps due to the structure of the building, the originally empty Pilgrimage Hall produced echoes of footsteps as everyone entered.
A solemn and solemn religious atmosphere was present.
"Sam Q, do you feel it? Little Eight Cloud? "
"Hmm, I can feel it from afar. It's a dense aura of the Power of Faith that can't be dispersed. Tsk, tsk, tsk … "
Eight-cloud Ink sized up the Pilgrimage Hall.
The air was filled with the Power of Faith, which ordinary people couldn't sense, making Eight-cloud Ink feel uncomfortable.
If it was purely the Power of Faith, Eight-cloud Ink could ignore it. However, when the Power of Faith was converted into a "Holy" aura, Eight-cloud Ink, as a Devil, instinctively rejected it.
However, it was only a rejection. The Fantasy Tree in Eight-cloud Ink's mind was much more mysterious than the Power of Faith.
"If Remi and her sister were here, they would probably smash the Pilgrimage Hall to smithereens."
Patrice nodded in agreement.
The aura of the Power of Faith made her, who was a "Devil", feel uncomfortable.
"Everyone, please wait for a moment. I'll inform His Majesty!"
Julio smiled and nodded at everyone. Then he turned around and left the Pilgrimage Hall through the right tunnel. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read the article.)
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