Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 93
Outside the Cathedral of Baelor.

The archbishop was slowly assisted down the stairs by two servants who devotedly served the gods.

Under the bright sunlight, the seven-sided crystal crown worn by the archbishop radiates colorful rays of light, which is sacred and gorgeous, showing the glory of the seven gods.

The young monks and nuns nearby looked this way curiously.

There are 77 steps outside the church. The obese archbishop doesn't like them. He usually only wants to carry out preaching and other activities in the high platform, so how can he move around easily?

At this time, another seven servants brought a beautiful sedan chair and stopped directly in front of the archbishop with the door open, waiting for the archbishop to step down the stairs.

Everyone knows that outside of the Baylor Cathedral, the archbishop's feet rarely touch the ground.

The archbishop carefully supported the gorgeous crown on his head, leaned down with great effort, and sat in the special sedan chair.

"Let's go." Panting heavily, he waved his hand wearily.

The servants serving at the side immediately put down the curtain of the sedan door, and the light inside the sedan was suddenly much quieter and softer. Then the sedan rose and began to shake slightly rhythmically, like a gentle massage.

The archbishop closed his eyes, breathed in the faint incense, and let his thoughts wander around.

He is too tired.

The new king is too capricious.The coronation ceremony on July [-] is such a good opportunity, the king can gain prestige, and the church can also gather more pious beliefs for the seven gods.

But the giant that appeared at the end ruined it all.

From that moment on, people's belief in the Seven Gods was no longer based on gratitude or good wishes. Awe and fear dominated the ignorant lambs, making them kneel and kowtow, at their mercy.

Doomsday?The will of the gods?The Archbishop doesn't believe it.

If so, why should the divine favor be bestowed on the king, and not on his most faithful messenger in the world?
In order to show their sincere service, the monks of the church gave up their family surnames, and even their own names, willing to be a tool to convey the divine will to the world. Could it be that these are all self-indulgent?

The archbishop instinctively felt threatened.

The king occupies the most glorious and lofty position, and his giant has firmly entered the hearts of tens of thousands of people in King's Landing City, almost replacing the image of the Supreme Seven Gods.

this is too scary.

The world must understand that the church is the messenger of the seven gods.Otherwise, no matter how much preaching, it will only increase the power of the king for nothing.

thump~
The sedan chair fell gently, and the destination was reached.

The archbishop supported the crown on his head again, a standard loving smile appeared on his round face, and then he opened the door curtain.

The black-haired golden robe pointed to the front, "Master Archbishop, hurry up, His Majesty is waiting for you."

The Archbishop squinted his eyes and looked around. The door of the spacious and gorgeous Throne Hall was closed, and it seemed to be much smaller than usual.

How could you stop me so far away?Do you want me to go by myself?

"The archbishop?" the black-haired officer urged again.

It was the Red Castle after all.The archbishop could only leave his beloved sedan chair and walk forward alone.

But he still overestimated himself.

After hundreds of steps, it took him a quarter of an hour to finally drag his body into the throne room.

Now he only felt as if he had just eaten a hundred communions for the Seven Gods, performed a thousand rituals, and sang ten thousand hymns, so exhausted that it made people despair.

Fortunately, he saw an empty chair in front of the Iron Throne.

Gods bless!

The archbishop rushed over in a gaffe, with only deep gratitude in his heart at this moment.

"It seems that the sun is good today, and the archbishop sweated a lot." Joffrey, who was sitting on the throne, said lightly.

The Archbishop raised his head, and the Iron Throne in front of him had really changed.

The original countless towering spikes and blades have disappeared, turning into stream marks printed on the high platform of the throne, supporting the highest king.

The Iron Throne seems to have lost its majesty, and it seems to have just transferred the majesty to the king himself.

The Archbishop sat up straight, "Your Majesty is laughing. The duties of the Archbishop make me unable to be free. I am busy praying and neglecting to exercise, so I usually use a sedan chair to travel."

"I see. The archbishop is worthy of being the spokesperson of the Seven Gods. He is indeed devout."

The king's tone was normal, but the archbishop sounded rather awkward, "I don't know why His Majesty summoned you today?"

A servant brought black tea with ice, and the archbishop drank it down.

Joffrey's gaze rested on the seven-colored diadem on the High Septon's head. "No big deal, just discuss some teachings."

After drinking a cup of iced tea, the archbishop immediately felt refreshed and his mood improved a lot.

"What doesn't your Majesty understand? Just ask."

Joffrey smiled, I don't understand?You are really floating.

"Chief Bishop, don't you know that the marks of the Seven Gods have been mistaken all these years." The king didn't seem to be joking.

The smile on the archbishop's face disappeared instantly.

The king said, "Father, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Blacksmith, Warrior, Stranger, the seven gods are transformed into these seven faces to guide the world through life. But we all know that there is only one seven gods."

The Archbishop couldn't object, it was all correct bullshit.

"Then why is the church marked by a seven-pointed star?" the king said in surprise.

ah?The archbishop didn't react at all.

"Bishop, which side do you think the Seven Gods prefer? Heavenly Father? Holy Mother?" the king asked seriously.

The archbishop replied reverently, "Anyway, God loves the world, loves all living beings."

The king shook his head, "You guessed wrong. The Seven Gods love all living beings, but He loves to be the Heavenly Father more, presiding over judgment and justice for the world."

"So," the king held up a shiny brass hexagram, "the Father should stand in the center and be worshiped by the world, and the other six statues should be outside. The seven gods should be the hexagram!"

The archbishop was dumbfounded, six-pointed star?You are crazy!

But the king stepped down from the throne covered in flames, leaving red footprints on the steel, "Don't you believe it?"

"You really don't believe it at all?"

The air was so hot that it was painful to breathe, the archbishop couldn't help but lower his head, unable to utter the words of disapproval in his mouth.

The king stretched out his right hand to hold the seven-sided crown on the archbishop's head.

"The Seven Gods bestowed divine favors and decrees on me. Of course I know what He loves most. To tell you the truth, He likes six-pointed stars."

When the heavy crown was taken away, the archbishop not only lightened suddenly on the head, but also lost a big part of his heart.

He thought of the crown and scepter that the king had snatched by himself when he was crowned, and the light and heat swayed by the giant.Damn it, I actually tried to resist such divine power before.

slap~
The archbishop shrank suddenly, but fortunately the king just pressed his hot palm on the top of his head.

"Chief Bishop, the Seven Gods have brought divine grace and decree, kneel down." The king's voice was calm and distant, as if it came from an unknown distance.

After all, it is divine grace.The Archbishop fell to his knees reverently.

"The entire church was reorganized into the Ministry of Gospel, which was brought under God's command to spread the Gospel to the world."

"Every Sunday is Sunday, and all believers must pray."

The archbishop trembled all over, and an inexplicable power entered his consciousness, and he was powerless to resist.

"The contract is proof."

When he raised his head again, the archbishop's eyes had never been so fanatical and sincere, as if he was looking at the Supreme Heavenly Father, "Your Majesty, it's a six-pointed star."

The king just smiled.

"Four days later, July 26 will be the first Sunday. The church must behave well."

(End of this chapter)