The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Chapter 456 Garcia's Conversion

"Emperor, Empire?"

Garcia felt like he was dreaming, but after thinking about it, he realized that he really was dreaming.

"Is this weird?"

Bernice placed the lantern on the table, and then magnificent walls rose from the void of the ground, stained glass windows returned to their rightful places as if restored from fragments, and the image of the goddess appeared behind Bernice.

Bernice rose and bowed to the statue of the goddess behind her, and Levian followed suit.

Garcia was unaware of the goddess's faith due to the Dark Night Sanctuary's blockade, but he knew that this statue was definitely not the Lord of the Morning Star.

Moreover, this church is far too realistic. Even after seeing it, the long table in the Dark Night Sanctuary in the middle of the church looks so shabby.

Only that long table made Garcia realize that he was still in a dream. Otherwise, given the current realistic scene, Garcia would have thought that he was hallucinating from drinking too much.

Add to that the sight of Levian kneeling on the ground like a dog... no, like an incredibly devout one, and Garcia truly began to wonder if he had woken up in the Dark Night Sanctuary and then fallen asleep again under the influence of alcohol, having a ridiculous dream.

After all, the opponent's power was simply too exaggerated. In Garcia's understanding, although those guys could weave dreams for him, they couldn't create anything that didn't exist in his dreams, let alone such a magnificent church.

Of course, Levian had just promised the Pope this magnificent dream church, but it required a large number of Morning Star Apostles, and the magnificent church would have required the sacrifice of thousands of people to build. However, under the nun's actions, the church seemed to be done casually.

"Garcia, the second prince of Castile, sends his sincerest greetings to the Empire."

In the end, Garcia bowed to Bernice with extreme humility, not even daring to call himself king.

Although his body had been indulging in alcohol these past few days, Garcia's mind was clear. If this wasn't a hallucination, then this Imperial nun had not only intruded into the Dark Night Holy Court's meeting, but even the Dark Night Holy Court's rising star, Levian, was acting like a loyal dog in front of her.

Looking at the magnificent church that had been constructed in his dream, Garcia even suspected that Levian's promotion was also due to the help of this empire's nun.

The empire's power may far exceed everyone's imagination.

"You do have a brain."

The sound of leather boots clicking on the cobblestones reached Garcia's ears.

Garcia does have some brains, but not many.

Or rather, after being controlled by the Dark Night Holy Court, Garcia wanted to try anything to break free of that control, even if it was just an illusion.

"As long as you can help me break free from the control of the Dark Night Holy Court, I am willing to convert to the Empire's church."

The Dark Night Holy Court not only controlled the entire palace of Catier, but also exercised the strictest control over Garcia, turning him into a prisoner sitting on the throne, to the point that Garcia could only numb himself with alcohol every day.

Unfortunately, although the Dark Night Holy Court could invade dreams, it didn't have the ability to control people's souls. So they could only use the most brutal methods to control Garcia. Especially since the geographical location of Catier was extremely important, under such brutal control, Garcia could only wish for death.

Strictly speaking, the Dark Night Holy Court and Garcia even had a blood feud, since Garcia didn't really intend to kill the old man during his coup.

Garcia no longer has any ambitions; he only hopes to be free from suffering as soon as possible.

"I also sat in on the meeting just now."

Upon hearing this, Garcia broke out in a cold sweat. The other party's tone made it seem as if he had been in the meeting the whole time, but no one in the Dark Night Holy Court noticed.

"The Dark Night Holy Court is in charge of capturing Brain Servants... or rather, the so-called Morning Star Apostles, right?"

Bernice's emotionless voice rang in Garcia's ears, and Garcia, kneeling on the ground, answered without daring to raise his head:

"Yes, I personally carry out the arrests and send the displaced people and slaves to designated places. If there are no displaced people, I will create some."

"Not only that, I also set up a special guard inside and outside the city of Cartier to arrest civilians. The number of people in this guard is even greater than the number of people surrounding the palace."

Of course, all of this was agreed upon by the Dark Night Holy Court; otherwise, Garcia wouldn't even have been able to send out the order to mobilize the guards.

"I understand. Continue to collect apostles for the Dark Night Holy Court, but from now on, those so-called apostles need to be sent to the locations I designate, understand?"

Upon hearing Bernice's words, Garcia was troubled and said, "However, great imperial envoy, I am currently imprisoned and completely under the control of the Dark Night Holy Court. Even orders must pass through the Dark Night Holy Court before they can be conveyed."

Garcia said sadly, "I am powerless to help myself."

"Do as I say."

Bernice approached Garcia and used the tip of her boot to push Garcia's head up from his kneeling position, forcing him to look at her.

"As for those people from the Dark Night Holy Court, you don't need to worry. They will still monitor you, but they will be monitoring you on my behalf."

The smell of leather boots mingled with the fragrance of weeds under the stone path, and the pressure from the toes of the boots made Garcia wonder if he was dreaming. But at that moment, Garcia showed a smile that was more like a grimace.

The smile was genuine, because the bishops of the Dark Night Holy Court always liked to scare him in his dreams, even monitoring and manipulating them. Even though Garcia knew it was a dream, he was completely powerless to resist. But this real dream excited Garcia instead. Everything about the Empire was so great, even the pain it inflicted on him felt so real.

Garcia didn't care who the followers of the Dark Night Holy Court in the palace were, and said tearfully, "Yes, great imperial envoy, I will send all the Morning Star Apostles to the place you designate."

"Not all of them, just the previous share will do. I'm slowly replacing those believers in the Dark Night Holy Court, so there's no need to alert them."

Bernice then turned to leave.

"Levian will discuss the specifics with you."

As Bernice left with her lantern, Garcia turned to look at Levian, who had finally stood up.

"Come on, Lord Garcia."

Levian reverted to his usual composed and frugal self as a cardinal.

"Let us join together in the great cause of sacrificing ourselves for the Empire."