The Goddess not only forgave his long-standing silence, but also purified his filthy soul and granted him a chance for redemption.
But...
What should he do next?
Solari sat up from the bed and looked around in confusion.
Now he couldn't even use his identity as a bishop. Not only that, but he had to hide from Carlo's spies, and under such circumstances, how could he single-handedly overthrow Carlo's deep-rooted rule over the Far West?
Even if he could return to the Crown of Dawn Cathedral and miraculously gather all the important figures, how could he make them believe everything he had experienced?
He couldn't prove the existence of the Magic Potion, nor could he prove that he had been chosen by the Goddess of Life.
Suddenly, Solari's confused gaze was drawn to the note on the table. He immediately leaned over and tightly clutched the note in his palm.
It contained only one name, yet it pointed him in the right direction.
Saint Mary.
