An image of his father floated in his mind.
When he was sent to the Holy City, Duke Calvin didn't have high expectations for him, only hoping for a path that didn't rely on any Empire.
At that time, he was simply judged as having potential, so being seated on the white God Seat was not his father's initial goal.
It was only later, as his rank continued to rise, that the possibility gradually emerged, prompting his father to write to him, insisting he must strive for it.
......
Inside the Holy Curtain Hall, three candidates stood side by side.
The dome hung high above, with platinum-colored arches extending upwards in layers, seemingly without end.
The Holy Hall itself needed no decoration to manifest its majesty; the sheer scale of the space was enough to make one instinctively hold their breath.
The grand cardinals stood in the shadows of the higher corridors, their faces hidden by hoods and light, only leaving an eerie sense of mental scrutiny.
