Meanwhile, in Branwen's private prayer room.Branwen knelt alone on the cold ground, facing the statue of Zephyros, the god of light.Immediately, the jealousy, grievance and unwillingness of the past few days almost suffocated him.Branwen could no longer maintain his outward calm and poured out all his resentment and accusations in prayer."Father God, why! Why do you only favor Samuel?!" His voice was hoarse, "I am better and more pious than him! My power of light is a hundred times purer than his! I am the most suitable person to inherit the position of bishop and serve you all my life!""Why can't you just look at me!"He complained over and over again, especially on the day when the Prince's palace was blessed, the gods treated him and Samuel so differently, which was an unhealable thorn in his heart.Perhaps Branwen's resentment was too strong.Or maybe the name "Samuel" appears too frequently.Above the clouds, the God of Light Zephyros, who had just been warned by Jinchen and was already uneasy, finally paid some attention to this believer who kept calling.A golden shadow slowly took shape in Branwen's prayer room.Zephyros's eyes fell on Branwen, who was kneeling on the ground, with inquiry."You are calling out to me, appealing to me."The god's voice is ethereal and lacks warmth.Branwen looked up suddenly and saw the descending golden shadow. His ecstasy instantly overwhelmed his reason.It is God the Father!God the Father really heard his call and came!"Father God!"Branwen was shaking with excitement, and almost crawled a few steps on his hands and feet, trying to get closer to the sacred light, tears streaming down his face."It's you, it's really you!" He seemed to have found an outlet for his emotions. He no longer cared about his manners and cried, pouring out all the grievances and jealousy that had been pent up for so long."Father God, I don't understand! That day in the Prince's residence... You clearly responded to me first... and gave grace to me and the little prince."“But why, why in the end… did you give Samuel such a grand holy light?!”Branwen looked at Zephyros with tears in her eyes, "Why is this happening? Is my faith... not sincere enough?"Zephyros: "..."Listen to this young believer repeatedly mentioning the blessing that made him lose face.Zephyros felt a sense of suffocation rising in his heart.This believer was simply reminding him that his divine power was inferior to Jinchen's.Fortunately... Zephyros secretly rejoiced that this foolish believer did not know the truth and only thought that the god's favor was biased.And Branwen continued to cry.Zephyros was annoyed and wanted to tell this resentful believer directly that it was not that this God would not give you greater glory, but that there was a more cruel and unreasonable God behind the Samuel you mentioned.That guy even dares to threaten this God!However, as soon as this thought came to mind, as long as "Samuel" was a little clearer in his consciousness, the pain like being pierced by a sharp blade instantly penetrated his soul.That damn dark evil god!He was so overbearing that he wouldn't even allow the God of Light to mention the name "Samuel" in front of his believers!A huge amount of dissatisfaction surged in Zephyros' heart, like boiling holy water, bubbling with bubbles of frustration.But he could do nothing about it.He could only suppress his boiling anger and interrupt Branwen's crying."You called me here just to complain?" Branwen was immersed in his own grievances, and was instantly shuddered by the cold questioning.Only then did he realize how rude his words and actions were.Branwen hurriedly crawled down, pressing his forehead against the cold floor tiles, "Father! I'm not complaining... I just... just..."He spoke incoherently, but felt even more bitter and confused in his heart.why?Why could Samuel act like a spoiled child and cry to God the Father so recklessly, and even... even perform those intimate actions that were almost blasphemous?Why was Father God so impatient with him and unwilling to even listen to him complain about his grievances?But Branwen didn't dare to speak out these questions. He could only swallow all the grievances back into his stomach and pray in the most humble manner."Father God, please favor me too... I am more pious than Samuel..."-The next morning, in the morning light of the prayer hall.Samuel and Branwen performed daily morning prayers together.The ceremony ended and Samuel left the hall, the sunlight dancing on the ends of his golden hair.From the inner pocket of his holy robe, he carefully took out the rose that was still beautiful and tender after being nourished by divine power.It was a token that God the Father had pinned to his ear, and Samuel treasured it very much.His slender white fingers gently twisted the flower stem, his eyes filled with longing, as if the warmth of the gods still remained on the flower.Branwen was standing at the entrance of the palace and happened to turn around and see this scene.He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging malice, and walked quickly towards Bishop Cyril who was talking with several high-ranking deacons."My Lord Bishop," Branwen said in a voice that was just loud enough for the people around to hear, "Yesterday... yesterday God the Father also answered my prayers! He came to my prayer room and heard my prayers. This is God the Father's grace to me."As soon as these words came out, several high-ranking deacons around immediately looked at Branwen.Bishop Cyril also stopped talking, very surprised, "Oh? My child Branwen, is this true?"There was a soft snap.The rose in Samuel's hand fell.He turned around in a daze and looked straight at Branwen.His eyes stayed on Branwen's face for a few seconds, then Samuel frowned and asked in a puzzled voice: "Really? What did the Father give you?"Branwen: ???The excitement on his face froze instantly and he opened his mouth.What was given?Father God… gave him nothing but cold questions.No flowers, no marks, no hugs…nothing!Bishop Cyril's eyes also became serious.He was worldly-wise and could naturally see Branwen's embarrassment at the moment."Branwen, in the presence of the Father, any false words are blasphemy."Branwen's cheeks burned, "I am not lying, Your Excellency!"Samuel felt a slight relief in his heart. He bent down to pick up the rose on the ground, brushed away the non-existent dust with his fingertips, and carefully put it away again.He walked past Branwen with his back straight and his eyes straight.God the Father said it himself, saying that I am unique, Samuel thought to himself.The Father God so greatly indulged his possessiveness and even acquiesced to his revenge...How could what Branwen said be true?Samuel missed his Father more and more.He didn't even want to do anything. Missing God the Father occupied most of his time every day.