Academic gathering with a lich

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"You are joking, right? Your Excellency Raphael," Dolanko found his tongue as awkward as his sister described, not very flexible. "How could my daughter become a Purifier like you? Lord Raymond is already dead, isn’t he? There should be no more naturally-born Purifiers in this world."

Raphael, manipulating the sheath of the Dimglow Sword Darknet, scratched his scalp, which was entirely possible because the Dimglow Sword was a slender straight sword. Raphael’s golden hair, toyed with by his own hand, shimmered in the sunlight like ripples in water, causing Dolanko to feel a pang of regret for entrusting his matters to someone so otherworldly.

"Naturally-born Purifiers are indeed rare, but there is always the possibility. Let’s just say Carin’s playmate, for argument’s sake, there is a boy named Lyle."

Dolanko snorted in disdain, "The bastard who took away my daughter is a naturally-born Purifier?"

Raphael’s movements ceased, and he leaned forward, his presence casting a shadow-like oppression over Dolanko.

"Not only that, according to Carin’s later description, Lyle may not be as simple as a Purifier..."

"I know the power of naturally-born Purifiers is very special..." Dolanko tried to save face, but couldn’t think of any vile words to denigrate Lyle.

"Purifier Lyle is capable of summoning the deceased Purifier Raymond."

"What the fuck!!!!" Dolanko found himself overexerting; his jaw felt like it would dislocate. "What’s going on? The legendary Resurrection Technique? The Angel of Light has been resurrected??"

"Not resurrection, but Heroic Spirit Summoning."

"What is that?"

"I don’t know, perhaps it is a unique ability of a naturally-born Purifier. However, according to Carin’s description, it was under the witness of Leader Raymond, summoned by Lyle’s Heroic Spirit Summoning, that she received her promotion. A special divine art. Do you understand what this means, Dolanko?" Raphael lowered his head, his palms tightly clasped together. "Purifier Lyle may very well be the next Raymond."

Dolanko collapsed into the sofa, drawing breaths of cold air. With his eyes shut tight, the resentful gaze in them cleared once more. "I understand, Your Excellency Raphael, I will not stoop to quarrel with a Purifier."

"Do you even need to stoop? I would take care of you right now if you opposed the Purifier. I called you here for another matter. It just so happens that Carin has become a Purifier, and I expect the voices of opposition within the Church will diminish significantly."

"Dolanko, I want you to become the lord of the holy city Lokarot, the ruler over this very city beneath your feet."

"But, I have my family’s land to manage..."

"Let a branch of the family manage that. As the father of a Purifier, you must now firmly establish your position." Raphael informed Dolanko definitively. "The Holy Light has been corrupted, and I need some siblings who are still pure to help me purify the inside. You have been expelled from the Church, you have the experience in management, and your heart is for the Holy Light. There is no one more suitable than you."

Sensing that he had no room for choice, Dolanko could only allow the Angel to lead his life.

"As you will, Your Excellency Raphael." Damn it, Aryan is now a Lich, it looks like family gatherings will have to decrease, my sister became a Lich, my daughter an Angel, and damn the Holy Light it won’t let me go. The secretive Dolanko felt the burden on his shoulders grow heavier.

Before he left, Raphael called out to Dolanko one last time. "If you see Purifier Lyle in Lokarot, do not disturb him."

"The Purifier hasn’t converted to the Holy Light?"

"He hasn’t converted to the Church. He acts on his own thinking, and probably senses the storm within us as well. Don’t worry about the Purifier’s growth; someone who can summon Raymond at any time is like having a mobile Church with him. Carin is being taken care of by the nuns in the chapel, and she’s still not accustomed to her identity after regaining consciousness. Take the time to fulfill a father’s duty, Dolanko. Carin will soon follow me and the Guardians to practice; your time with her won’t be long."

After Dolanko left, Raphael, carrying four Holy Swords, followed the spiral staircase in the church’s side room to a special chamber. The entire building, carved from marble, occupied a position next to the church. Without windows, the surrounding walls were only reliefs full of forbidden divine seals. The twelve leaders of the Fire Bath legion had already formed a circle around the central elevated altar.

"Lord Raphael!"

With a simple response to the Fire Baths, Raphael moved to the center of the altar.

The sculpture in the center of the altar, the Statue of the Holy Mother with a vessel, was filled to the brim with golden-hued Holy Water, forming a pool.

Raphael stepped barefoot into the water; with the unfolding of his wings, the surface of the water sparkled with points of light, and the divine radiance began to converge in the chamber. The twelve Fire Baths had already unleashed their burning stance, Holy Flames on the ceiling condensing into clouds of fire, and the glowing reliefs around them restrained this grand force above the altar.

Loudly, Raphael chanted the holy hymn, and lastly, he recited his own prayer.

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"Heroic Spirit Summoning, Angel of Light, Melok Raymond!"

Beams of light began to surge from the Holy Spring, and Holy Water sprinkled onto the ceiling like rain, coalescing into a vague shadow amidst the fiery clouds.

As the light faded, a figure appeared before Raphael. Clad in dark golden armor, emanating pulsating light, it was the familiar Raymond from his memories.

"Angel of Light, Melok Raymond, heed your summons."

Raphael swung his sword and shattered the Heroic Spirit named Raymond.

"Too weak, not the original form, just a duplicate created from my memory. The divine art of Heroic Spirit Summoning’s connection to the corresponding spirit is too weak. Do I need a medium?"

Raphael thrust Turmund into the center of the altar and performed the summoning again.

This time, a golden staircase extended from the clouds, and after a long while, the same projection descended.

Raphael frowned, "I thought the method was incorrect, but it seems the connection between inherently pure beings is the real issue? Indeed, I am still lacking something."

Far away, at the Andrey Academy, Chapel of the Holy Light.

Lyle watched as a golden staircase appeared before Mr. Raymond.

"Mr. Raymond, what is this?"

"Nothing, I’m not Raymond, Raymond isn’t here." Mr. Raymond covered both sides of his helmet with his hands, turning his back to the golden staircase.

Lyle offered an awkward smile.

On the side of the Holy Light, Raphael attempted a new endeavor.

The Darknet was placed at the center.

"Heroic Spirit Summoning, Angel of Fire, Edmund George!"

The male projection that strode down the staircase was instantly destroyed by an enraged Raphael.

"I knew it was useless, but it really is gratifying." Raphael, with a twisted smile, summoned George’s projection another dozen times.

The Fire Bath, listening to the abnormal laughter of their Guardian leader Raphael, silently plugged their ears.

Similarly, inside the Literature Club’s bubble, the reporter watched the golden staircase flicker numerous times before Mr. Dark.

"Boss, what’s this?"

"The path to conquest."

"Can I climb it?"

"Yes, this path will take you to heaven to see angels, and you can hold hands with them and sing holy hymns."

Mr. Reporter shivered, feeling many new holes forming in his recently changed clothes.

"Then I’ll pass, I’m allergic to angels lately."