Novel & Cerita Sin Archbishop Of Envy

"I felt a slight doubt in that statement. What bothers you the most?" "If your Highness is a man and he is married to a man... that is sin in the eyes of God." Arthur gave a long laugh. "Yes... it is sin in the eyes of God... and only He can judge that sin and not any of us present here and now in this Great Hall." The archbishop lowered his head, feeling a little embarrassed. "I deeply apologize your Majesty." "You're welcome. If your doubts have been resolved, you can sit down." "Thank you!"

These three were the sect leaders hidden in the forest, and long ago, they had secretly colluded with Mystic Vale to destroy Amelia's sect. However, that was not all. After the three sect leaders appeared, two more figures, completely different in appearance, emerged from deeper within the forest. On the left was a man in a black robe embroidered with a peculiar silver cross. He had blond hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and skin so pale it was almost translucent. He held a thick ancient tome in his hands, his gaze fanatical and arrogant. He was Padraic Nunez, Cardinal of the Archdiocese of Winnipeg from overseas. His eyes burned with desire for America's Zen magic, as if the treasures in the N

“You’re blinded, Valencia. But I’ll make you see.” And in that moment, as I stared into the eyes of the Archbishop, I realized something chilling. Bartholomew Heathcliff was obsessed with me.

James stood before an iron prison and looked at the person detained inside. The person inside was dressed in thin clothing, was extremely slim, and breathed weakly. The prisoner looked to be on his last breath. James frowned and thought, ‘What kind of evil arts is the Archbishop practicing? Why does he need to absorb the energy of living people to increase his strength?” He looked at the Archbishop who was standing beside him. The Archbishop was terrified, and his legs gave way again, causing him to collapse to the ground. He held on to the iron prison’s door and stood with difficulty. With a mournful face, he begged, “P-Please spare me. I won’t dare to do it anymore! I won’t capture strange

Ann murmured at The Shadow, forgetting there were other people in the room, "You just have to scare me like that in front of everyone, huh?" "Wow..." Jacob murmured, "You ARE the one... It's really you all along..." "Not yet." The archbishop's words took the frantic smile from Ann's face when she only enjoyed it for a few seconds. "What do you mean?!" Shouted Ann in a wave of disbelieving anger, and even Hank was taken back by her attitude this time. This was the second time that her glory was taken away from her right out of her hands! "Only the soul is returned." Archbishop's ancient voice rose, and that took away the excitement from ALL in the room.

Everything screamed luxury and elegance. Even the stewards and maids were all disciplined. Furthermore, he was the Yellow Saint Archmage. The most respectable one after the Pope. Who would believe that, despite his wealth and power, his house was so lacking that he needed the maids of the Duke of Ivrea to assist with the latter's daughter's needs? Only a fool would believe him!

Something about the way my father stood behind him—silent, deferential—set off every alarm in my head. Malrick leaned forward, resting his ringed fingers on my desk. “Tell me, Father Baron. How are you finding priesthood? Peaceful? Rewarding?” I hesitated. “It’s… fulfilling, Archbishop. I try to serve faithfully.” “Good,” he said with a thin smile. “Service is everything, after all.” He reached into his pocket and placed something on my desk. A card—black, embossed with a single crimson insignia. The mark was unfamiliar, yet it sent a wave of unease through me. An inverted cross entwined with thorns.

Now I am even the mate of one of the most reputable men in this forbidden bloody clan. "That alph-ass seems to have brainwashed you into thinking that we are the guilty ones. You must think that rogues are the source of guilt and sin, while the alphas are saints who are pure like an angel." Archer's voice sounded mocking, and I'm sure in his heart, he was laughing at me out loud. I froze angrily, staring at Archer.

the priest asked. “I do,” he said without hesitation, his voice like ice slicing through me. The priest turned to me. “And do you, Elena Monroe, take Edward Cattaneo —” “I don’t,” I whispered, so quietly that the priest faltered. But Archer heard. His hand clamped around mine, firm and commanding, his thumb brushing over my skin as if silently telling me not to be stupid. “You don't have much of a choice darling.” he whispered to me and at that moment I felt like breaking down.

He moved forward, step by step, until he stood directly before Evryn. “I am the Architect. The Incept. The origin of your Flame.” A silence settled that was heavier than any noise. The Architect turned to the false Evryn. “You were an echo given form. A test. But you are flawed. Impure.” The false Evryn sneered. “And yet I survived.” “Because she allowed it,” the Architect said, nodding to Evryn. “Because she is the Convergence.” Evryn’s voice trembled. “What do you want from me?”