Chapter 320: Church, you are not worthy to bestow an honor upon me!

I don't mean that...

The Imperial Princess spoke haltingly, making it truly difficult for her to ask for help.

I mean....

So, I can help you with something.

Jierte repeated it again, and this time the other side fell silent for a while, finally sighing and slowly speaking the truth.

I want... you to come help me.

I really can't handle this alone, and I'm really not good at dealing with these brain‑taxing things.

Not sis, do you think I'm good at it?

Both fell silent; the other was a hot‑headed Imperial Princess all brawn, and he was no different—a single‑minded Knight all brawn.

What do we do....

Um.... Actually I want to say.

It might just be that we lack the strength to solve anything.

Although we might not be good at these, I think if we two join forces, generally speaking, there's nothing we can't solve.

You mean....

I will return as the Imperial Godsword.

The Imperial Princess, frazzled by various matters, chose to seek your help; of course, given your good relationship, you would naturally not refuse her request.

Although I don't know where your uncle Yuri, who's been out there year‑round, is causing trouble now, don't forget that behind you stands the whole Gordon Family.

Your three sisters are no ordinary Knights; though they lack your radiant aura, they are true heirs of the Gordon Family and have inherited its strong bloodline.

Knights have always been the Empire's sharp blades; although many among the vast ranks have received blessings, they observe the Knight's code, and they accept blessings not only for themselves but also for home and country, or perhaps for past regrets.

In short, the Knights' strength is not to be underestimated; some still fight on the war's front lines, and they will be the sharpest blades in your and the Imperial Princess's hands.

Soon, the news of the Imperial Godsword's return spread like wildfire; everyone wondered how this Imperial Godsword, who had never received a blessing, would perform, and the Church, seeking to seize imperial power, took the lead in extending an olive branch to you.

Today the Imperial Capital is unusually bustling; the young man who earned the Godsword title at eighteen now feels the nation's peril and has decided to return to do his part.

The Church had already moved ahead, gathering believers at the steel city‑wall gate of the Imperial Capital, preparing formations to welcome this newly risen legendary Knight home.

Naturally, their motives weren't pure; Jierte overheard their little schemes from afar in the taverns along the way.

They wildly touted his strength, glorified his deeds, and ceaselessly spread a certain notion among the people around them.

That notion: if this young Imperial Godsword accepts a blessing, just how powerful he would become!

Such a notion that makes one's scalp tingle at the thought quickly aroused countless expectations, and this is exactly what they hoped to see.

Relying on Jierte's fame, they once again expanded the Church's influence, expanding and expanding until it completely overwhelmed the Imperial Royal Family.

But they were destined to fail.

Hey, I heard that young Imperial Godsword seems to have the ability to discern good from evil.

He's been out there lately carrying out justice.

All around, people chattered; hearing their talk, Jierte's lips curled into a smile.

From behind, the cat bag made rustling sounds; the sapphire inside kept wriggling, as if trying to hear the surrounding chatter, but in the end it never poked its head out.

To preserve Jierte's mighty image, she must stay hidden for now.

Jierte now revealed his silver classic knight armor, black eyes plus blond short hair, and soon someone recognized those features.

Usually when out and about he conceals his appearance, so few have seen his true face.

But now the Gordon Family's hallmark traits have shown, together with his youthful face, and soon someone recognized him.

Someone shouted, and everyone's gaze turned toward Jierte; the crowded flow automatically made way.

Jierte's steps paused slightly; he reached back and patted the chrysalis‑stage cat bag, then strode forward.

At that moment, the new Pope waited at the city gate; seeing Jierte approach, his eyes lit up, he was about to speak fawningly, but then he recalled something important and hastily made his demeanor solemn.

Mr. Jierte, I've been waiting for you here a long time.

Heh, go ahead and speak.

I know you haven't received a blessing yet.

Accept the gods' blessing! With your strength, the Holy Son position of the Church is yours alone; we will bestow an honor upon you! You will become an apostle of the gods!....

All right, no need to say more.

The young Pope's smile froze, then gradually faded as he stared at Jierte with a blank expression.

Church, you are not worthy to bestow an honor upon me.

Jierte showed a contemptuous smile and drew his impact knight lance from behind.

In his view, the Pope before him and the followers behind him were all figures wreathed in black smoke.

Seeing Jierta clueless, the people in white robes behind him also drew their weapons—what looked like holy longswords.

You really have gall.

Just because you've received blessings from a few human‑gods, you think you can take down the Imperial Godsword?

The impact long spear in Jierta's hand hissed, its internal engine primed and ready.

You, you, you all, come at me together.

I'm in a hurry to eat with someone.

Arrogant!

The surrounding crowd was completely dumbfounded; obviously they were witnessing the rise of the Empire's strongest combat power, but a disagreement instantly turned it into a large-scale firefight scene.

He's kinda handsome.

Exactly, especially that line: 'The Church doesn't deserve to bestow honors on me!'

While the people around were chatting and laughing, Jierte had already cut through the opposing side; his impact lance burst forth with a blue tail flame, reducing the guilty followers nearby to a bloody mess, and the onlookers didn't know what to do.

The Church is plotting treason, daring to harm the Empire's Divine Blade!

Unauthorized personnel, leave the scene immediately!

(It's been a long time since I wrote this many words; my typing speed has slowed a bit, all you foster fathers, the remaining word count has been made up, ginseng wants to go play a game, hehehe)