[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bear-school-astartes":3,"chapter-bear-school-astartes-bear-school-astartes-chapter-881":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Bear School Astartes",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1620588,2087,"Chapter 881 - 864: The Archbishop’s Dispute","bear-school-astartes-chapter-881",881,"\u003Cp>The appearance of the person in front was really... abnormal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was wearing a luxurious silken robe, similar to Klimte’s, and the candlelight even reflected off it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sash hung down in front of the robe, and the tall hat on his head represented his religious identity and status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was an archbishop on the same level as Klimte.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Greetings, Archbishop McDonald.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klimte greeted politely yet distantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The archbishop named ’McDonald’—to put it bluntly—looked like a fat pig drowned in water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His height was about average, but his obesity seemed swollen as if water was injected into his fat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no neck, and his entire head appeared as a small hemisphere mounted on a meatball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were to lie on the ground, it’s likely his palms wouldn’t reach it, as the fat on his back was piled too thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t just his physique; even his skin color resembled drowned pork, a bloodless pallor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when he spread his arms wide, showing his hospitality to everyone, their expressions were all very subtle... definitely not delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Klimte had no camaraderie with this colleague, even though they were at the highest level of the same sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, he just conducted formal courtesy before getting to business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have welcomed the Goddess, and her noble bloodline and identity are unquestionable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klimte said this, simultaneously extending his hand backward, introducing the Goddess seated on the palanquin to McDonald.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is the room preparation in the church? We cannot let the Divine Being wait here idly. She has suffered too much and should rest properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Klimte waved his hand, leading the entire group inside the church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, behind his fat cheeks resembling those of a drowned swollen face, McDonald, the archbishop, effortfully widened his eyes, narrowed by fat, to look at the Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he grinned, rubbing his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, of course, of course...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We should indeed grandly welcome the Goddess. As you said, I prepared the finest red carpet, as red as flames. Enough to fill an entire room. But...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McDonald’s voice, initially cheerful, gradually deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klimte turned his head puzzled, his lips pursing beneath his graying beard: \"’But’? What do you mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, the atmosphere was starting to feel a bit off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The followers carrying the Goddess’s palanquin halted in confusion, causing those behind them, including Lann, to stop as well, quietly observing the dialogue between the two archbishops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the vast, empty cathedral, only the sound of busy priests’ cloth shoes on marble floors remained, along with the thumping actions of giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are no rooms left, Klimte.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McDonald’s grinning face of excessive fat brought a chilling, mocking sensation devoid of any warmth a smile shouldhave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold, taunting... such were the emotions within this smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally busy priests in the church quietly gathered behind McDonald.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These priests wore slightly simpler robes than the archbishop’s and lacked head adornments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, they held metal candle holders, which seemed to burn silently with a single flame at the sharp tip, despite lacking visible fuel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when these usually comforting candle flames congregated behind McDonald, they created shadows that one could feel rather than the warmth of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed the brightness of the candles merely accentuated the shadows, making them deeper and heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our church has no rooms to accommodate a ’noble’ Goddess, my brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McDonald referred to Klimte as ’brother,’ a proper term within religious relationships, fellow believers are brethren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his subsequent sentence added a condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you still consider yourself a White Sect archbishop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klimte’s brooding eyes suddenly lifted, meeting McDonald’s perpetual smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are White Sect archbishops, the Profound Church being a burial cathedral established with support from the House of Losric, a White Sect cathedral!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McDonald’s obese body rose with righteous words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We White Sect worship the God of Rank and Law, the Wuxin King, Gwyn’s uncle, with Lloyd as the Main God!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Though now the Kariem believers have minor complaints, claiming Lloyd is not the Main God but a branch. The House of Losric should be the Divine Race the White Sect worships.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But these are merely minor internal disagreements; ignore them. Let scholars debate; a consensus will surface.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you, Archbishop Klimte?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McDonald advanced step by step, smiling with malevolence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Claiming to welcome a Goddess only to return with one unlisted in any holy scripture or miracle! And daring to proclaim her ’noble bloodline’?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This world recognizes the truly noble bloodline solely belonging to the Divine Race of Great King Gwyn! Your actions are a blasphemous overstep!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McDonald proclaimed loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone urged Lann to unconsciously grip the knife at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inferring from these words, it seemed a sudden conflict here, purging and clearing Archbishop Klimte, wasn’t out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, behind McDonald, the priests stood with the candle flames at their tips suddenly swelling as if fueled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under control, the flames transformed into fireballs, poised on the candle holders, ready to erupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other people in the caravan were somewhat taken aback and nervous, with the more timid ones even trembling as they tried to draw their swords from their waists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In such situations, composure is courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore, Lann didn’t draw his sword, Rosalie on the carriage remained motionless, and Leonard just quietly stood beside the carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Klimte’s expression that made Lann think that it wasn’t a big deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The archbishop’s expression was not one of shock and anger after being internally purged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was surprise, but it was closer to ’I didn’t expect you to actually dare to do this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You know who this is, MacDonald. We received the decree together back then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having composed himself, Klimte looked deeply at his colleague and church friend before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What decree? I don’t know anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MacDonald’s smile didn’t change at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, it’s best you know nothing. What about Archbishop Louis? Did he agree with your approach?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, MacDonald no longer bothered with pretense. His fingers, plump like small radishes, spread out into a palm, gesturing to the large group of priests behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At least two of the three archbishops need to want to act for such a scene, wouldn’t you say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klimte said nothing and nodded slowly, heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I understand... But I must remind you, MacDonald. Do you remember who promoted you to archbishop? How about recalling?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need to recall. Of course I remember, of course...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This seemed to hit a sore spot for MacDonald, his smile gaining a bit of ferocity as he leaned in and spoke quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The great King Ausloes, right? Making a mage an archbishop among the clergy—he loves this method of humiliating us, doesn’t he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I’ll remind you again, right now the knights in Profound Church, their tower shields and armors are still emblazoned with His Majesty’s personal crest—the Heaven-Gazing Giant Bird Pattern.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t need to worry about that, Archbishop Klimte.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two spoke confrontationally, finally, the white-whiskered archbishop glanced back at the goddess on the carriage before stepping back and averting his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I understand your intention. I won’t get involved in your affairs with Louis.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klimte said while gesturing to the goddess and himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But at the same time, you know how chaotic the world is now. Besides here, the goddess has nowhere else to go; you must give me a room.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klimte’s gaze was deep; this was the final concession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever MacDonald and Louis are planning, Klimte didn’t care or know. But the bottom line was to first settle the goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>MacDonald seemed to have been waiting for these words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His large face first fell silent, then broke into an even wider smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s great! That’s enough! My brother! Come on, I’ve already prepared a room. Although this goddess doesn’t appear in any Holy Scripture, just seeing her posture and demeanor, one can tell she’s enormously noble!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Profound Church is so large, of course, it can accommodate such a noble goddess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many, including Lann, were almost in awe of Archbishop MacDonald’s ability to change his tone instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved warmly, and then the group of priests standing behind him instinctively extinguished the flames and dispersed, returning to their own tasks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klimte was quite angry, but caring for the goddess weighed on him more than anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forcefully suppressed his anger and led everyone toward the room arranged by MacDonald.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Profound Church seemed spacious upon entering, but in reality, its internal structures were hidden behind the walls of the hall—rooms, corridors, terraces, etc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the church’s internal structure was exceedingly complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they followed the people sent by MacDonald to the destination, Klimte’s face turned even darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s wrong, is there a problem here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With agility, Lann walked ahead of a group of Maggot Man followers, just behind the goddess’s carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now seeing the odd expressions on Klimte and Leonard’s faces, he stepped forward to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an internal platform located at the second major level of the church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The complex architectural structure of Profound Church made each large level have smaller levels. It took quite a while to reach this platform, but it was actually high inside the church hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right under where the debate had happened earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this platform seemed to have contained many corrosive liquids, with its stone-block surface being corroded into large patches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if strong acid had freely flowed over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is... the room that once held the Profound Saint Elderidge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klimte gritted his teeth as he spoke, but ultimately, one must bow beneath the eaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned again to look at Rosalie, who seemed to be unconcerned on the carriage, and was forced to instruct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It can only be here... \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s at least one good thing here: the old door that once imprisoned Elderidge remains as a semblance of a defense line.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Use red cloth, spread all the red cloth, cover those marks, cover the whole room!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, but that’s not quite enough... There’s no other choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those corrosion marks seemed to be extremely desecrating or extremely dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lann watched as Klimte began to hurriedly attend to the preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>",1680,"2026-06-06T10:40:27.676Z",1,"novelbin.me","6c78feccacd193e8e60e59f9e6a4016b43edb19dca62893fa7b86f10cffe3504","bear-school-astartes-chapter-828","bear-school-astartes-chapter-827",1043,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbear-school-astartes-cover.jpg"]