Lord Of Doom!Reincarnated Into a Novel as the Strongest Side Character-Chapter 77: The Saintfield Secret

This neighbour of his, who called himself Omaru, had begun to get all conversant with Gojin, who was trying to find a polite way to get rid of him.

Gojin sighed, then said, "Thank you," as he swiftly collected the biscuits from the handsome man’s hand.

He gave a final slight bow and proceeded to close the door, then Omaru added, "I hope we can meet for dinner tomorrow evening..."

Gojin didn’t reply and simply shut the door, bolting it from the inside. His neighbour heard the slats clicking into place and the lock mechanism engage.

Hmm... he said inwardly, turning towards the hallway and heading downstairs to his rented room.

Now free once again, Gojin went to the bathroom. He also heard Toki snoring away on the couch and, being the kind to shift positions every now and then when comfortable, nearly fell off the couch.

After locking the bathroom door again, he sighed deeply.

The thought of his neighbour he had just met suddenly popped into his mind, making him feel like he should know more about the guy.

However, he quickly dismissed the thought with a roll of his eyes. He then redirected his perspective back to Boss.

Now, Boss was atop a bell tower of a cathedral, its tall spire rising proudly above the surrounding buildings.

From its vantage point, it looked down upon the imposing structure of the cathedral below. Its grand stone facade, with high, arched windows, intricate carvings, and a large rose window, stood as a testament to centuries of faith.

A few people entered, their footsteps muffled by the stone courtyard as they walked in solemn silence. They were all neatly attired, their faces serious, and each held a crucifix in their hands, the sacred symbol tightly gripped as they entered the sacred space.

Time passed, and after a while, the same people emerged, again walking in sync, still clutching their crucifixes, their faces reflecting the same reverence as when they had entered.

Gojin always liked to compare gatherings like this to a cult.

There was always something unsettling to him about the way they all moved as one, in perfect unison. This era was no different, and he was certain that, in their own way, these gatherings followed the same rigid patterns as any cult he had encountered before.

He had never been religious, and this spectacle did nothing to change his mind.

Gojin waited patiently, carefully observing, until the last of the churchgoers had departed the premises. Only then did he had Boss to make entry, making sure the movements were as hidden and discreet as possible.

The aim was to confirm the name of the church, a task Gojin was determined to complete.

As Boss slinked into the shadows, unseen, he overheard a conversation between two members exiting the cathedral.

"Between our Church, Saintfield, and Nightgale Church, which do you think has better knights?" one asked in a light-hearted tone.

The woman accompanying him quickly hissed, "Keep your voice down," before responding with a tinge of disappointment, "Obviously Nightgale. The Holy Knights here are far behind them. But, we can’t talk about this outside."

"Ah... yes... yes..." came the second reply, and with that, they both exited the cathedral grounds, taking a turn down the street before climbing into a carriage that had already picked up two other passengers. The carriage then pulled away, its wheels clattering down the cobbled road as it was pushed forward by two horses.

Gojin absorbed the conversation. He now knew the name of the cathedral was Saintfield, and though he hadn’t yet located Nightgale Church, he had confirmed that the place they had stumbled upon also hosted knights—a useful bit of information.

Boss, moving swiftly and silently, entered the cathedral through a small, concealed door at the side.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of incense, and the interior was dimly lit, with light filtering through the stained glass windows, casting colourful patterns on the stone floor.

The high vaulted ceiling seemed to stretch endlessly, and the stone walls were lined with rows of wooden pews.

At the far end, the altar stood majestic, flanked by towering candles and statues of saints. The atmosphere was one of solemnity, reverence, and perhaps something else...

As Gojin watched through Boss’s eyes in the dim light of the cathedral, something strange happened.

The stone wall near the altar began to stir as if alive.

Slowly, a section of the wall parted, folding open as if bound by an unseen force, revealing a Priest stepping out. It was as though the very stones themselves obeyed some arcane command, shifting and warping in response to the Priest’s presence.

The wall closed behind him with a soft, almost inaudible sound, sealing shut as if it had never moved.

The Priest was a man of middle age, his face marked by a few deep lines, his expression calm and serene.

His long, dark robes flowed around him, embroidered with symbols of the Church. In his hands, he clutched a white and red crucifix, its design intricate, with gold inlays catching the faint light from the stained glass.

Gojin could see that the crucifix was an instrument of power. He realised this what the Priest had used to open and close up the wall.

A moment later, another figure emerged from the same wall—this time a Knight. She stepped out with fluid grace, the stone wall opening for her with a barely audible ruffle, then closing behind her with a finality that seemed both unsettling and magnificent.

The Knight was a female, of course. Her armour gleamed with a muted silver sheen, decorated with deep blue accents that hinted at some noble lineage. The breastplate was crafted with exquisite detail, bearing the insignia of a cross at its centre, the metal plates sculpted to offer protection.

Her gauntlets were embossed with fine designs, each link in the chainmail meticulously crafted. The most striking feature, however, was her helmet—its faceplate was smooth and featureless, except for the faint outline of a cross over the eyes.

At her side hung a longsword, its hilt wrapped in black leather, and the blade itself was of the highest quality—perfectly balanced and gleaming with a quiet menace.

The faintest sheen of white energy radiated from her, an aura that was subtle yet undeniable. It was the mark of something more—something divine, though weakened, that still lingered around her.

Gojin was briefly entranced by the sight of her armour and the gleam of her blade. However, he forced himself to focus. There were two important revelations to consider.

First, the sight of the Priest using the crucifix to manipulate the very fabric of reality confirmed to Gojin that divine power—true magic—was real. He had read about such things in ancient texts, but to witness it firsthand was something entirely different. The power radiating from the crucifix was unlike anything he had encountered before, and it was not connected to any ancient artefact he had studied.

That, in itself, was troubling.

Secondly, the Knight’s aura was unmistakable. Though her energy was weak, it was still present.

A faint white glow lingered around her, almost imperceptible, but definitely there. This was not simply the strength of her armour or her sword; it was something within her.

The connection to divine power was clear, and it was something Gojin could not afford to ignore.

His mind raced with possibilities, but the most pressing thought was this:

’What lies behind that wall?’

Gojin’s curiosity burned with the question. He knew that to uncover the secrets hidden there, he first needed to obtain the crucifix the Priest had used. It was the key to unlocking whatever power or knowledge was sealed away.