Chapter 0400 Intermission – Graham and Stefania
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"Excuse me, Stefania."
"G-Graham-sama…"
The office of the Grand Inquisitor.
The Inquisition is a separate building from the Papal Palace.
Although they are connected by a bridge, people rarely cross it.
For that reason, ordinary clergymen rarely visit the office of the Grand Inquisitor.
And even more so if they are a Cardinal…
"Is there any reason why a cardinal would come to a place like this?"
She was flustered for only a moment.
Archbishop Stefania immediately put on her calm and collected mask and asked.
"No, it's just a visit to my old workplace, nothing to worry about."
Cardinal Graham answered with a smile throughout.
Cardinal Graham, former Grand Inquisitor.
Archbishop Stefania, current Grand Inquisitor.
When Graham joined the Hero Party as a representative of the clergy, he recommended Stefania as his successor as the Grand Inquisitor.
Six years have passed since then and Stefania has been serving as the Grand Inquisitor shrewdly.
However, to some extent, that is the evaluation and impression of those on the outside, including Graham.
Stefania in question has different evaluations and impressions about herself.
Namely, she is 'inferior to her predecessor, Graham.'
Of course, no one said that to her face.
Or, she didn't hear any backbiting.
But she understood.
In many aspects, there is no comparison to Graham.
No matter who, herself included, they acknowledge that.
When Graham was Grand Inquisitor, Stefania was his direct subordinate.
She saw Graham's skills firsthand.
The difference is obvious.
The misfortune of someone who had a very talented predecessor.
That happens in any world and any organization.
The evaluation criteria for those around you are not based on the evaluation of those who have held the position in the past, but on your immediate predecessor.
Although it can't be helped, it's extremely unreasonable.
In fact, Stefania clearly has above-average abilities and continues to produce results, even when compared to previous Grand Inquisitors.
In two more years, there is no doubt that she will be considered one of the top Grand Inquisitors of all time.
But still… she couldn't reach it.
What could she not reach?
The evaluation of her predecessor, Graham.
Even before Graham became Grand Inquisitor, he held a highly prestigious title.
Vampire hunter.
The conflict between the Western Church and vampires has a long history.
And a deep one.
It is no exaggeration to say that in the history of the Western Church, the greatest enemy is not the Republic of Mafalda, but the vampires.
Although the number of encounters with vampires has decreased in the last hundred years, that is only true among ordinary people.
In reality, the war between the Western Church's clergy and vampires continues in secret.
Graham's position in this conflict is that of a hero.
Moreover, a hero rarely seen in recent years.
Overwhelming track record and reputation.
What if such a person becomes the Grand Inquisitor?
What did his new subordinates, the Inquisitors, think?
They truly became enthusiastic supporters.
In fact, the Inquisition, led by Graham, achieved many achievements under his perfect iron leadership.
An organization led by an excellent charismatic person.
Maybe that's why.
Church leaders at the time were uneasy.
Graham's power and popularity had become too strong.
It is said that for that reason, Graham was transferred to become a clergyman of the HeroBrave Party.
Of course, the cleric slot in the HeroBrave Party, where one person is always assigned, is also the dream slot of every Western Church cleric.
That's a fact.
However, was it necessary to be Graham…
As it turned out, Graham fulfilled that role perfectly as well.
The HeroBrave Party successfully subjugated the Demon Lord.
Graham also returned to the position of archbishop of the church, and because of his accomplishments with the Hero Party, he was ranked first in the hierarchy as an archbishop.
Graham is such a man.
He is still more popular than the current Grand Inquisitor Stefania at the Inquisition… no one would be able to deny it.
"No one would believe that His Holiness the Cardinal, who is so busy, came all the way to visit."
Stefania said without changing her expression.
"Stefania, you don't have to keep up that scary look."
Graham still answered with a smile on his face.
Then, he paused for a moment and continued again.
"Then, I'll get straight to the point. Stefania, come under me, not Cardinal Camilo."
"What…"
Graham suggested calmly. Stefania couldn't hide her surprise.
Of course, Stefania was not surprised that he found out she was siding with Cardinal Camilo.
It wouldn't be strange for someone of Graham's stature to know that.
Of course, she didn't openly act that way, but… it wouldn't be strange if it was known.
What surprised her was that he clearly and directly proposed that to her.
"Wh-what do you mean…"
"I mean exactly what I said?"
Stefania asked and Graham answered without changing his expression.
"I give everything to the church. I'm not taking sides with anyone."
"Really?"
Graham didn't believe Stefania's words at all.
"In the first place, on what basis did you think I was siding with Cardinal Camilo?"
"Your mother is being held hostage, right?"
The moment Graham said that.
Stefania held a dagger and pointed it at Graham's throat.
Stefania had the appearance of a demon.
Graham looked calm.
"How do you know that?"
Stefania asked slowly, pausing.
However, the tip of her dagger was trembling slightly.
"Of course, I looked into it."
Graham answered with the same smile on his face as he had since he entered the room.
Then, he looked at the clock hanging in the room and muttered.
"He should be here soon."
Five seconds after Graham muttered, there was a knock on the room, and Stefania put away her dagger and returned to her seat.
Immediately, an inquisitor dressed in black robes entered.
"Your Eminence."
He handed a piece of paper to Graham.
Graham read it once and nodded slightly.
After confirming that the Inquisitor had left, he spoke.
"I received a report. Stefania, I have secured your mother's safety."
"Hah?"
"She's heading here now. The former Hero Party is escorting her. I think she'll get here without any problems."
"Re… really?"
Stefania's lips were trembling.
She couldn't believe it.
How much energy and time did she invest in searching for her?
She even trained people with special missions so that they could quickly retrieve her if she was found.
However, she was hidden so surprisingly well that even the Grand Inquisitor couldn't find her…
Of course, Cardinal Camilo was involved.
And he found her?
He would bring her here soon?
"Now, let me ask you again. Leave Cardinal Camilo and come to my side."
Graham asked with the same smile on his face from the beginning.
However, behind his eyes, things were different.
This time, there was no smile behind his eyes.
"Stefania, you want to become the Pope someday, right? There are only two female Pope in history… do you want to be the third? With your ability, you will be able to get there eventually. For that reason, you must not make the wrong choice here.''
Graham paused, then continued.
"Come to my side."
Stefania took three deep breaths.
And… she got down on one knee and said.
"Yes, Your Eminence. Stefania offers her complete loyalty to Your Eminence Graham."
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"Can you hear me, Sacharias?"
"Yes, Legna-sama. Legna-sama's faithful servant, Sacharias, is ready and waiting."
The office of the director of the Western Church Development Bureau located not far from the Papal Palace.
In the center of the room, Cardinal Sacharias was on his knees, face down, as if praying.
Sacharias had no doubt that 'Legna' was an angel.
That was because Sacharias was shown many things that were worthy of his belief.
Sacharias recognizes that he is a very wary and distrustful person.
Legna has shown many things that are out of this world, enough to convince even such a person.
In particular, in Sacharias' field of expertise, alchemy, which is definitely near the top among humans, Legna has shown Sacharias something far beyond that.
Legna showed many parts of the magic circle and magic formula that even Sacharias couldn't understand.
Truly not the work of humans.
What if not an angel?
"The Magicians in Underground City have been released."
"What?!"
The words of the being called Legna seemed to be transmitted directly into Sacharias' head.
Sacharias' words were coming out of his mouth normally.
Sacharias is rarely surprised, but he was surprised by that news.
That was because the magical power of the magicians they captured had been constantly siphoned, leaving them unable to take any action.
Moreover, one of the 'Popes' was placed to guard them…
What exactly happened?
"Was the magical power of the magicians not siphoned enough?"
Sacharias asked the most likely question.
Thirty-two excellent magicians.
Furthermore, four of them were once part of the party with Roman the Hero.
They are definitely top magicians in the Western Countries…
Not people they should let their guard down against.
People who could break their restraints if they are left with even a little bit of their strength.
"No, it's not that."
Sacharias was slightly relieved by Legna's words.
However, the next words that followed made him nervous again.
"The Pope was defeated and they were released by the one who defeated him."
"Impossible!"
Sacharias couldn't help but cry out.
Probably no one has ever seen Sacharias shouting.
That's how rare it is.
"I-I apologize. Please forgive me for being so distraught."
Sacharias apologized as he rubbed his head on the floor.
"Despite the magical power supply from all 32 wizards being in perfect condition, and the 'Pope' exerting his power as expected, he was defeated by only one man.''
"…"
Legna told him, but Sacharias couldn't say anything in response.
He literally couldn't utter a word.
Despite being in perfect condition, one of the Popes was defeated.
And by only one man.
"Don't worry. The man is from the Central Countries."
"From the delegation?"
"Through the 'Inauguration Ceremony', I will absorb that man as well, and he will become my nourishment. Don't worry."
"Ooh…"
Cardinal Sacharias felt relieved from the bottom of his heart after hearing Legna-sama's words.
Indeed, in that case, it doesn't matter how strong that man is.
On the contrary, the stronger he is, the better it will be for Legna-sama.
Instead, it's convenient.
The inauguration of the Pope is three days later.
All preparations are almost complete.
Of course, they've been preparing for a year.
All that's left to do is wait for the time to come.
"I will follow Legna-sama's will…"
"Nothing beats cake and coffee after a day of work!"
"No, we haven't done anything yet, have we?"
Ryo happily ate the cake, and Niels, who retorted him, ended up eating cake as well.
The four people from 'Room 10' were in the lounge on the first floor of the Kingdom's delegation quarters.
It's now ten o'clock in the morning.
"I woke up Niels, who struggled to wake up no matter what I tried, and made him get dressed as he was about to go down to the cafeteria to eat breakfast in his underwear, Niels then said, "Let's just destroy the Western Countries'', and I did my utmost to dissuade you, right?"
"Yeah, none of that is true! I woke up myself and came to the cafeteria wearing proper clothes… In the first place, what's that last thing? Why would I say things like, 'Let's just destroy the Western Countries?' Don't make me into a dangerous person!"
Ryo narrated his fantasy novel and Niels completely denied it.
It happens often.
"But even Niels has thought about destroying the world at least once, right?"
"No!"
"I don't believe it! If you were born as a human, you should think about it at least once!"
"Yes, Ryo might be like that. Ryo seems like the kind to think of destroying the world."
"Could you please stop assigning your strange notions to people?"
"Like you're one to talk!"
While Ryo and Niels were saying that, Etho and Amon were eating cake while laughing.
Such a peaceful scene was suddenly broken.
On the other side of the lobby, between the entrance and the lobby, some loud voices were going on.
"What's going on?"
Niels asked something very sensible.
"It looks like someone is trying to enter this quarters, but the adventurers are holding them back."
Amon reported using his good eyesight.
"Like the other day with the Inquisitor?"
Etho made a guess based on past events.
"The Inquisitors wore black robes, right? The people this time are… knights?"
Ryo answered while tilting his head.
"We are the Knights Templar. I need to speak to Gladys Aldiss, the military negotiator. Let us through."
"You should go through the formal procedures before meeting with the negotiator. I'm sure you already know that."
The person who was answering the Templar's request for a meeting was the leader, Hugh McGrath, who appeared annoyed by their request.
"I told you to get out of the way! If you don't get out of the way, I'll force my way through!"
"That's funny! If you can do it, try it!"
'Conversations' between the knights and adventurers were taking place apart from Hugh's exchange.
Although there were quite some verbal tit-for-tat.
"You louts! Are you making fun of us Templars!"
"There's nothing to make fun of if I don't know anything about you!"
Such 'conversations' were taking place between multiple people.
As expected, there was quite a bit… of verbal tit-for-tat.
Finally, the four people of Room 10, who had finished their cake and coffee, moved to the rear of the group of adventurers.
"We are the last line of defense!"
"Why does Ryo look so happy?"
Ryo said with a smile and Niels commented with a sigh.
"I see a priest wearing robes coming in from behind the knights."
"He's robe is green and white, so he must be an archbishop…"
Amon spotted the priest entering and Etho pointed out that he was an archbishop.
The archbishop who had just entered came to the front of the knights and declared.
"I am Archbishop Goon. One of the Kingdom's ambassadors, Military Ministry negotiator Gladys Aldiss, is suspected of bringing something disturbing to the Holy City. You will peacefully hand her over."
"That's really overbearing."
"I guess they never had the intention of amicably resolving the issue…"
Ryo said and Niels agreed.
No sane person would say something like that.
"Oi, enough is enough."
The deep, angry voice of leader Hugh McGrath echoed.
The adventurers behind him who heard that shrunk their heads more than the knights and archbishop who were told.
"Leave now. If you don't leave, I'll force you out."
"I am an archbishop of the church. You have no authority to push us out."
Archbishop Goon said even more calmly.
At that moment, all of the Templars, including Archbishop Goon, were pushed out of the quarters by an invisible wall.
Because it happened so quickly, not only the archbishop and the knights but also many of the adventurers had no idea what had happened.
Naturally, only a handful of people were able to understand that the floor under the knights' feet became ice and that they were pushed out by a wall of transparent ice…
The knights were pushed out and the door was closed without a moment's hesitation.
The knights quickly regained their senses and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't open at all.
The door itself had been covered with a wall of transparent ice, preventing it from moving.
The knights tried to push the door open for about ten minutes, but finally gave up and left.
Seeing that, Hugh McGrath also turned away from the door and walked toward the back of the lobby.
He tapped the water attribute magician who was there on the shoulder.
He didn't say anything out loud but gave a big nod.
Ryo, who was tapped on the shoulder, smiled slightly without saying a word.
That's all that was exchanged.
But that was fine.
If they were going to kick them out, the adventurer present might have been able to force them out.
However, doing so would affect the position of the Kingdom Delegation.
At that point, negotiations were unlikely to break down unless something extraordinary happened.
There probably won't be any issues, but joint seafaring exploration was about to begin.
There was a high possibility that there would be civilian officials stationed in the Holy Capital in the future.
They would feel pressured.
At least the other party wouldn't be overly domineering either, right?
If they were going to have some kind of non-violent relationship going forward, it was better to resolve the issue as peacefully as possible.
This is a truth that does not change in any era or any world.
It's less complicated to solve problems all at once with force, and sometimes it feels good to show off your power.
Alternatively, it could be used as intimidation for future negotiations.
But…
Once someone has been shown violence, they will never open up to them again.
They won't trust them from the bottom of their hearts.
Even if they wanted to, they couldn't.
That's human psychology.
Machiavelli also said this.
"If anyone thinks that a recent favor will erase old grudges, he has made an irreparable mistake.''
The human heart must be handled with care…
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While there was a commotion in the Kingdom's delegation quarters, an unexpected person was visiting Graham's room in the Papal Palace.
"Cardinal Camilo, this is a surprise."
"Cardinal Graham, there is something I would like to talk to you about. Could you spare some time?"
Coffee was served in front of them.
Naturally, they both had big smiles on their faces…
Monk Karle swallowed several times before he could set the coffee down.
It was not a sense of nervousness.
It was not an air of tension either.
It was not pressure on such a superficial level.
Somehow, it felt as if the depth of his heart was being grabbed with bare hands… a feeling of oppression felt in the deepest part of his psyche…
Something very difficult to express was floating between the two of them.
Karle stepped away and they both took a sip from their cups.
Cardinal Camilo was the first to speak.
"I hear that Cardinal Graham has recently acquired a new pawn."
His expression remained unchanged with a smile on.
However, just a small amount, a very small amount of anger leaked into the words that came out.
"Well… you call it new pawns… but those four Magicians are friends who I formed a party with Hero Roman…"
"Not that."
Camilo interjected Graham, who deliberately avoided the question.
From that, it was already clear that Graham's mental state was superior.
It seemed that the 'pawn' that Graham took away was a very important piece for Camilo.
"It seems that you have Archbishop Stefania on your side."
"Oh, you meant her?"
Camilo pointed it out and Graham nods exaggeratedly.
"Actually, my party companions I mentioned earlier happened to find Archbishop Stefania's mother being held prisoner. They rescued her. Sigh, there sure are bad people in this world. We don't know who captured her."
Of course, it was a lie.
It was Cardinal Camilo in front of him.
However, there was no point in pursuing such a thing.
He won't admit it anyway.
"I'm glad Archbishop Stefania's mother was found. That makes me very happy."
Camilo also nodded with a smile on his face.
However, the anger that had been seeping out seemed to be seeping out even more.
"Well, to be honest, I don't care about Archbishop Stefania."
"What do you mean?"
Graham said it like it was nothing and Camilo asked back.
"After all, the Inquisitors have sworn loyalty to me."
Graham said nonchalantly.
Overwhelming confidence.
That statement implied he had completely captured the hearts of the inquisitors.
"That's a lot of confidence."
Camilo laughed.
However, Graham could tell just a little bit from the look in the depths of his eyes that he wasn't smiling.
(Perhaps this is where he falls short of Cardinal Sacharias… Sacharias' smile would be perfect, down to the depths of his eyes even in a situation like this.)
Graham thought internally as he smiled.
"Well then, Cardinal Camilo, why don't you start talking about the main reason you're here today?"
"Main reason?"
Camilo tilted his head and questioned Graham's change of topic.
"From what I saw today, the Holy Swords, right?"
"Wha…"
Perhaps he hadn't expected that Graham would know about it.
Unlike before, his expression clearly wavered and he was speechless.
Originally, he might have just come to find out about the Holy Swords.
However, when Graham suddenly brought it up, he seemed shaken.
"That four Holy Swords. Do you think I have them?"
"… You mean the Holy Swords stolen from the vaults? No, I don't know who has it."
Officially, they were stolen by someone and it was unknown where they were.
However, in reality, the four from 'Room 10' recovered them from the Count Padawan mansion and handed them over to Cardinal Graham through Hugh McGrath.
"Well, I don't know who has them. I hope they find them soon."
"Agreed."
Graham said with a smile and Camilo responded with a smile as well.
That night.
Graham lives in the Papal Palace too.
In a dormitory for high-ranking clergymen, separate from the building where offices are held.
Priests of bishop rank and above sleep there.
Of course, there are some high-ranking clergy who maintain their mansions within the Holy Capital instead of in the Papal Palace.
By the way, in terms of cardinals, only Cardinal Graham and Cardinal Oskar currently sleep in this residence.
Cardinal Sacharias lives in the Western Church Development Bureau, Cardinal Camilo in the Western Church Retreat Center, and the other cardinals have mansions within the Holy Capital.
Three shadows snuck into Graham's room in the high-ranking residence.
Of course, there was no sound at all.
You wouldn't even feel any signs of them.
The three of them are professionals in their field.
Two of them searched inside the room, and one watched the entrance to the room.
Graham was supposed to be sleeping in the next bedroom, but that didn't mean he wouldn't wake up.
No matter what happened, he could deal with it immediately…
"Guha"
A sword protruded from the lookout's chest.
The two of them were searching the house, but when they heard the man's cry, they turned around and saw the scene… At that moment, they couldn't move.
It was like being in paralysis…
If it were on Earth, it would be a technique called instantaneous hypnosis.
Needless to say, it was the owner of the room who hypnotized the two and restrained their movements, not through magic, but through technique.
"Sorry. I am informed in advance about all the priests and assassins who come in and out of the Papal Palace. So, it's not a problem with your skills that this happened. However… ordering an attack right that night after visiting in the day… I guess your master is really in a hurry? Well, the inauguration is in three days, so I guess it can't be helped."
While saying that, Graham slowly approached the two of them and revealed some kind of powder that he had taken out of his pocket.
At that instant, the two's eyes turned wide.
"Well, there are a few things I would like to ask you, so I'll have you answer them. You can't resist anyway."
Two hours after Cardinal Camilo sent three assassins to Cardinal Graham, the Western Church Retreat Center.
It is a facility where Cardinal Camilo is in charge.
The three of them were back.
The last one was carrying a long bag that probably contained the swords.
The three of them immediately proceeded to the conference room on the third floor.
Cardinal Camilo, Archbishop Goon, and two of his aides leading the assassination squad were there.
"Oh! You found it!"
Archbishop Goon exclaimed loudly.
Originally, one holy sword was stored in each of the four church vaults.
They were attacked by members of the Knights Templar Inquisitor Battalion led by Tommaso.
However, to be precise, it was not just the knights but also the magicians under Archbishop Goon.
The stolen treasures, including the holy swords, were hidden in the mansion of Tommaso's father, Count Padawan.
Of course, he knew that it would be discovered eventually.
All he needed to do was secure all four holy swords until the inauguration ceremony.
That was all the instructions he received.
Twenty golems and dozens of adventurers were sent to protect Count Padawan's mansion.
It was a significant defense force impossible to break through even with 200 knights.
In fact, they succeeded in repelling 50 Knights Templar from the Holy Capital garrison battalion.
However, behind the scenes, it turned out that somebody had stolen the holy swords.
Count Padawan also had little information about the people who stole it.
Probably because he was in such a drunken state.
Therefore, Cardinal Camilo personally contacted Cardinal Graham, who seemed to be the most likely suspect.
And he was convinced.
The holy swords were with Cardinal Graham.
Hence tonight's attack.
"Bring it."
When Archbishop Goon said that, a member of the assassination squad came forward carrying a bag.
Just two steps away from reaching Goon… it disappeared.
"Ugh"
The moment a pained voice leaked out of Goon's mouth.
The heads of the two aides who were standing behind him had already been cut off.
Before either Goon or Camilo realized what had happened… a sword was pointed at Camilo's neck.
"You… Graham!"
"Good evening, Cardinal Camilo."
Drawing the sword embedded in his staff, Graham slammed the handle into Goon's solar plexus, and without wasting time, he decapitated the two aides leading the assassination squad, and thrust the sword at Camilo's neck…
The result was a demonstration of Graham, who was known as the Vampire Hunter, and his overwhelming individual combat power.
"Don't think you can get away with something like this!"
Throwing away the mask of his daytime smile, Camilo glared at Graham with a full expression of anger.
"Your words are pointless, Cardinal Camilo. We're past the point where we can get away with it, both of us."
Graham spoke happily with a smile on his face.
"Your special 'smoke' won't work on me."
"Well, as expected, a person who rose to the rank of Cardinal is different. I guess a stronger mind is expected. But it's okay. As long as I have control of your body movements."
"What?"
Camilo asked with a puzzled look at Graham's words.
It was true that a sword was pointed at him, but…
"…Don't move."
Before he knew it, his body stopped moving.
Probably a hypnotic technique…
"Yes, it is easy to immobilize the body. It has nothing to do with the strength of the will. Now, here is the question: Cardinal Camilo, do you know what office I held before I joined Roman's party?"
"…What do you want to say?"
Cardinal Camilo frowned even more.
Of course, he knew that Graham was the head of the Inquisition.
"It's a little sad that people seem to think I'm a man who can only use sacred smoke."
Of course, no one thinks that.
After all, he took control of the present situation single-handedly.
Graham, with a flash of his sword, cut off the robe that Camilo wore.
The center of his chest around the heart was exposed.
Graham sliced Camilo's skin precisely with his sword.
Unlike the commonly known magic circle that is based on circles, a magic circle that used many straight lines was drawn with Camilo's blood.
Cut a piece of skin and blood oozed.
The blood was then used to draw the magic circle.
Seriously amazing skill.
In just two minutes, a star-shaped magic circle with many straight lines was carved into Camilo's chest.
Then, slowly, Graham placed his left hand on top of the magic circle.
And chanted.
"Quod Perilat Aparet Latio Quare Migrat, soul in my grasp, soul captured by my will, no matter foolish or good, offer all of you to me
The star-shaped magic circle engraved on Camilo's chest glowed and Camilo's eyes opened wide… and he fell to the floor.
"Camilo, wake up."
Graham spoke and Camilo got up.
"Camilo, who are you?"
"His Eminence Graham's faithful servant."
Camilo's expression was exactly the same as before.
There was no glare in his eyes and there was no change in the way he spoke.
Exactly the same as before.
But he was not the same as before.
"Now Cardinal Camilo has become my puppet."
Graham said with his ever-present smile.
Archbishop Goon was visibly shaking as he watched the scene.
Graham looked at Goon and called out to him.
"Now then, Archbishop Goon. I'll let you choose. Either you have a strong will and have a magic circle carved into your chest and become a doll, or you give up your will and follow me through 'smoke'. Which would you prefer?"
Either way, he won't retain his will.
"I-I would like the smoke, Your Eminence…"
With trembling lips, Goon stuttered, choosing to be controlled by smoke rather than having a magic circle carved on him.
"Okay."
Goon looked up in horror at Graham's smiling face…
Author's note:
Yes, an unprecedented magic (magic circle) has appeared!
Who the hell is Graham!?
In Ch0184 <
"Graham… that pitiable guy…" he said.
He's not a hateful person who kept killing vampires, but a 'pitiable guy'.
Does it have something to do with that?
Someday, somewhere, a story will be written about that…
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Two days left until the Pope's inauguration.
The entire Holy Capital became lively.
The inauguration ceremony itself will be held at the Papal Palace and surrounding church-related facilities.
But before the inauguration ceremony, the pope traditionally travels in a horse-drawn carriage through the main streets of the Holy Capital to bless the faithful.
As a result, the entire Holy Capital becomes as lively as a festival.
"It's feels great, the atmosphere of the days before a festival like this."
"It reminds me of the maiden voyage ceremony at Whitnash."
"We faced a difficult opponent at Whitnash last time. Now, how about this time?"
"When Ryo says that, it really seems like it would happen, that's so troubling…"
Etho rejoiced in the atmosphere of the town, Amon thought back to the festival in the port town, Ryo remembered the confrontation with 'that fire magician', and Niels sighed.
The four people from Room 10 were talking while eating cake and coffee set on the terrace of 'Cafe Roemer', the cafe adjacent to the Kingdom's delegation accommodation.
To be honest, they didn't have much work to do, so that was how they killed time.
However, there was only one thing that bothered Ryo.
That was the whereabouts of alchemist Neil Andersen.
As far as Ryo knew, he was not inside the Papal Palace.
He asked Graham to look for him, but he had no clues either.
Recently, he had even thought that perhaps he had already left not only the Holy Capital but also the Theocracy.
He did say he would go to the Dark Continent.
Even though he was a little bothered by it, he didn't take it too seriously…
There was a more serious problem than that.
The four of them were prohibited from acting alone by their leader, Hugh McGrath.
The four of them managed to get the holy swords back and freed the magicians who had been captured by the underground government, including the four magicians from the hero's party.
Naturally, they must have attracted the attention of many powerful people.
Therefore, they were basically only inside the delegation accommodation.
When they do go out, all four of them visit 'Cafe Roemer' next door.
That was the decision.
"We haven't been hunting monsters lately."
"Where did that come from all of a sudden, Ryo?"
Ryo suddenly muttered and Niels heard him.
"There were quite a few monsters on the way to these Western Countries, but… especially since we entered the Theocracy, we haven't encountered them at all."
"That's true. Unlike the Central Countries, people live in a fairly small area."
"Still, it seems that there are some monsters in the depths of the large forest, and the knights sometimes subdue them as training."
"So it's not the adventurers who subjugate monsters, it's the knights."
Ryo commented sadly, Niels answered, Etho explained the situation, and Amon pointed out the difference from the Kingdom.
While they were having that rambling conversation, Ryo suddenly noticed a scene that caught his attention.
"Don't you find… there are quite a few people who give out an exotic atmosphere?"
"Yeah, I understand what you're trying to say, Ryo-san."
Amon responded softly to Ryo's quiet comment.
Cafe Roemer is located in the Holy Capital of Marlomar, which can be called the center of the Western world.
Moreover, it is located right next to the Papal Palace, which is said to be the most high-society area in the Holy Capital, and is known as a high-class cafe.
Therefore, many of the customers are sophisticated in their dressing style.
Of course, there are exceptions.
"We're clearly out of place…"
Niels muttered while shaking his head slightly.
Yes, the adventurers of the Central Countries Delegation were an exception to that.
However, all four of them noticed what Ryo pointed out.
It was not like that some kind of obvious ethnic costume.
Their outfits were common to those in Western countries, but…
"Ah! The color of their hair is different, isn't it?"
Amon pointed out.
Yes, it's unclear if they dyed their hair or not, but they were green, pink, and even light blue…
The person with light blue hair had a well-shaped face and looked quite nice.
"I think they are probably guests from the Dark Continent."
Etho answered with a smile.
It seemed like he was getting his information from somewhere.
Probably among those who serve God, the clergy of the Western church.
Priests and clergy.
If you think about it normally, they should be killing each other… well not to that extent but it looks likely to be a relationship where they point fingers at the other person and criticize 'it's heresy!'.
The Western Church also has something called the Inquisition.
However, it seems that this is not actually the case.
The founder of the Western Church, New-sama, apparently advocated for 'freedom of religion'…
A group of about five guests from the Dark Continent were eating cake deliciously.
Just by that act, there was the possibility of world peace.
Yes, delicious food is justice!
Ryo felt inexplicably happy.
With that, the four of them left 'Cafe Roemer'.
The five guests from the Dark Continent had no idea that they were being watched by the four people from Room 10.
Of course, those five people were not the only guests.
Hundreds of people have arrived in the Holy Capital to attend the pope's inauguration as guests.
"Whew, this cake is delicious. It goes surprisingly well with coffee from our continent."
"Patrice Tshisekedi, I agree that it is delicious, but is this really okay? For us to fool around in a place like this…"
"Guti, I always tell you not to call me by my full name. It's fine. His Excellency the Chief himself said, 'Go to Cafe Roemer'. This is Cafe Roemer."
The man called Patrice shrugged his shoulders and explained to the woman he called Guti.
The three others listened to the conversation between the two with bitter smiles.
"Besides. His Excellency the Chief specifically asked us to go to a specific location. I think there's probably something here."
Patrice spoke a little quieter the first time.
When told that, Guti nodded and said.
"Ah, I see. That might be true."
But Guti didn't notice.
After that, Patrice grinned.
The look on his face was a perfect expression of 'Guti, too naive!'.
Of course, the other three, having caught a glimpse of Patrice's face, smiled even more bitterly than before.
That was a common sight among those five people of the escort party 'Refreshing Five Peaks'.
For the next hour, the five of them stayed at 'Cafe Roemer' after getting another serving of the cake set… but nothing special happened.
Patrice Tshisekedi, who said it basically because it was the first thing on his lips, and the three of them who were smiling bitterly, didn't think anything of it, but only Guti, who was serious, kept repeating, 'Nothing's happening~'.
In fact, they were instructed to go to Cafe Roemer so that someone would see them, not because something would happen… but they didn't even consider that.
In addition, those five people did not know where they would stay after that.
Even the 'Chief' who ordered them to go didn't 'see' that far…
In the lobby on the first floor of the dormitory where the four people from Room 10 returned.
"Niels-san!"
A man spotted Niels when he returned and called out to him.
"Huh? Harold? It's been a while. What have you been doing?"
"Yes. I went to Bacirta, the royal capital of the Eastern Kingdom of Lasha, on the instructions of Commander McGrath."
Harold from Room 11 answered Niels' question.
Behind Harold were Gowan and Zeke.
Both of them bowed slightly to the four people from Room 10.
"Speaking of Bacirta, the royal capital of the Eastern Kingdom of Lasha, it's the place where Cardinal Graham was stationed when he was an archbishop, right?"
"Yes, exactly. We were there to run an errand for him."
Etho asked, and Harold nodded in response.
While the four people from Room 10 were getting some things done, the three of them also seemed to be gaining experience.
For some reason, Ryo was folding his arms and nodding haughtily.
He must have been satisfied with the way the three of them were gaining a lot of experience and growing.
Of course, Ryo didn't contribute anything to that.
Then Hugh McGrath, the leader of the delegation, came down from upstairs.
That was quite rare.
That was because Hugh usually stayed in the lobby during the day.
His room is on the upper floor, but he doesn't go there until night…
But it was now eleven o'clock in the morning.
"Oh, Room 11 is back too. Just nice. Room 10, Room 11, and Ryo, please come to my room for a moment."
Hugh said and went up the stairs again.
The seven of them looked at each other and quickly followed.
Hugh's room had a large conference desk.
Seven people sat around it.
"I'll hear the report from Room 11 later. First, I have something to tell you guys."
After saying that, Hugh paused and continued.
"The other day, Archbishop Goon and his superior, Cardinal Camilo, came to our lobby. Graham informed me that their threat had been eliminated. They didn't look any different, but he assured me that they would not pose a threat to the delegation."
"What on earth does that mean…?"
Ryo directly asked Hugh the questions he had on his mind.
"I don't know either. Maurice, the scout for the hero party, brought a letter from Graham a while ago. It said exactly what I just said. Well, it might have been a related technique he cultivated in the place he came from before he joined the hero party…''
"The Inquisition…. They say they use smoke to take away your free will and rewrite memories…"
"Yeah, I fear that's probably the case… to move up in that kind of organization, it's impossible to maintain spotless integrity. They would need quite steely nerves to not only be broad-minded enough to accept both good and evil but also do it all with a smile on their faces…"
"That's amazing… I wouldn't be able to do it."
"Yeah… I can't do it either."
Both Ryo and Hugh shook their heads slightly, frowning.
Truly a power struggle filled with conspiracies!
"That's why Archbishop Goon and Cardinal Camilo are no longer a problem. Among the Cardinals, the biggest problem seems to be a man named Cardinal Sacharias. I was told to be careful with him."
"The Cardinal who is also an alchemist, right? Graham-san told me that Cardinal Sacharias was the one who made the brooch and bracelet. Also, the underground space connected to the 4th vault in the western city of Zephyrus. I think the huge magic circle drawn there was probably designed by Cardinal Sacharias.''
"Seriously…?"
Hugh relayed information, Ryo offered facts and speculation, and Niels was surprised.
"I got the impression that there was a common thought process with the magic formulas for the brooches and bracelets. It really varies from person to person. The more complicated it is, the more noticeable the designer's idiosyncrasies. It's easy to tell like music. Once you get used to it, even if it's the first time you hear it, you'll know who composed it. It's just like that.''
"Ah, I see."
Zeke and Etho were the only ones who nodded in understanding to Ryo's explanation.
I guess the rest are muscle brains after all…
"It's the same with paintings. I don't know much about the touch or the style, but I can kind of tell that it's a work by the same artist. I guess that's what it feels like."
Hugh McGrath came up with the solution.
He is a huge, intimidating man, and out of all of them, he looks the most 'muscle-brained', meaning even his brain probably looks like muscle, but surprisingly, that is apparently not the case.
In fact, he may have had quite a decent education…
"As expected of Hugh-san… unlike Niels…"
"Ryo, are you trying to say something?"
Niels interjected as Ryo murmured.
"O-of course, I'm not. I'm just saying that Hugh-san is well-educated, and as expected of the grandmaster. I'm not comparing him to anyone else."
Ryo replied looking prim.
The tongue is the root of calamities.
Peace is best.
Of course, there was no need to explain why Etho stifled his laughter and Amon was smiling wryly.
In the end, after some discussion, the four people from Room 10 left the room.
It seemed that Hugh would listen to the detailed report from the three people from 'Room 11' after that.
The four of them descended the stairs and headed to the first floor.
However, Etho called out to Ryo.
"Ryo, is there something you're concerned about?"
After all, Ryo was walking down the stairs with his head slightly tilted thinking about something.
Usually in situations like that, he would say things like 'I'm torn on what to have for lunch' or 'What kind of cake set should I have?' but Etho probably thought that wasn't the case today.
"No, it's about the holy swords we got back…"
When Ryo said that, he thought about it for a moment before choosing his words.
There was no point in using words that only he could understand.
"The being who is trying to extract the Fragments of God from us, well we could call them the Fallen… but we believe that the Fallen is like a former angel…"
When Ryo said that, Etho nodded silently.
Seeing that, Niels and Amon also nodded.
"But… angels are really out of reach for us, right? Isn't the term 'angel' mentioned in the doctrine even in temples?"
"Yes, they are. Also, ordinary priests do not experience this, but there is a legend that Saints have talked with angels. Although it is very rare."
Etho answered Ryo's question while thinking about various things.
Then, after thinking about it, he understood what Ryo was trying to say.
"Ah, does Ryo think that it would be impossible to defeat angels, or that Fallen, with a holy sword?"
"That's right. As expected of Etho. Angels… I don't think we can harm them with something like that."
Etho said and Ryo nodded in response.
Of course, the angel that came to Ryo's mind at that moment was Michael (pseudonym).
"But in that case, I don't understand why Cardinal Camilo and the upper echelons of the Western Church were putting so much effort into getting their hands on the holy swords. Leaving aside the ones in the vaults, they were even trying to get what the delegation people had, weren't they? That's not normal. It would make more sense to think that the Fallen, or someone who was instructed by the Fallen, did it. I doubt they would target the delegation members if it was just an 'if'. After all, we are their important 'sacrifices'."
Ryo finished saying that in one breath and sat down in the lounge.
The other three also sat down.
And four Dark coffees were ordered.
"Yes… maybe the holy swords are not meant to defeat the Fallen."
Etho slowly spoke, thinking about what he had thought again.
"What do you mean?"
Ryo tilted his head and asked, and Niels and Amon also looked at Etho with uncertainty.
"I think it's not a weapon against the Fallen, but something that the Fallen would create or summon. You recall, when we were first teleported by the Akuma Jean-Jacques, Wraiths repeatedly appeared in that city. That came to mind.''
"I see. A weapon against summoned beings like followers… that seems like a possibility!"
Ryo nodded and affirmed Etho's guess many times.
Niels and Amon's focus was already back on the coffee that was served…
"Ryo, do you think that Fallen would manifest?"
Etho asked Ryo with a more serious expression than before.
"When you say manifestation, you mean whether or not it would appear in this world in some form? An existence like God or an Angel."
"Yeah, something like that."
When Ryo clarified, Etho nodded and answered.
"I don't think so."
"Why?"
Ryo answered immediately and Etho asked.
"Hmm, it's hard to explain, but I think the place where they are and the place where we are are in different dimensions… ah, different places. They are in contact, but they cannot travel between the places. It's a connection where they can interfere, but can't appear in the other place. It's hard to explain…"
"Hmm"
Let's think about it in three dimensions and two dimensions, as we did before.
Imagine that we are in a completely flat two-dimensional space, and a ball is floating in three-dimensional space one meter off the ground.
A ball in the three-dimensional space can hit the adjacent two-dimensional space where we are.
At that moment, it will cause damage to us in the two-dimensional space.
If the ball hits us, we'll definitely be hurt.
It is possible to 'interfere' in that way.
But can that ball come to the flat two-dimensional space we are in?
The spherical shape of a ball itself is a three-dimensional shape… so it would be impossible for it to become two-dimensional.
A ball drawn in two dimensions… in other words, a ball in a picture, is entirely different.
We two-dimensional people basically cannot interfere with things in the three-dimensional space.
And we can't travel to the three-dimensional space either.
A three-dimensional entity like a ball can interfere with two-dimensional entities whenever it pleases.
However, it cannot travel to the two-dimensional space.
That was Ryo's conclusion.
Therefore, the Fallen can interfere with them, but they cannot come to this dimension.
That's what he thought.
Thinking so, he answered Etho.
He answered…
But he felt like something was missing.
He felt like he overlooked something big…
But… he didn't know what.
-x-X-x-
Somewhere on Phi.
For convenience, it is called the 'Hall'.
"Wait, Jean-Jacques!"
The Akuma Jean-Jacques Ramon Douce was stopped by a cutting voice.
He could tell who was calling just by the voice, and he wanted to pretend he hadn't heard it if possible… but if he did that, he might suddenly have his head cut off, so he had no choice but to turn around.
"Hey Leonor, it's been a while."
As expected, Leonor Uraca Alburquerque was there.
And the elf Elizabeth was also following behind her.
"Jean-Jacques, let me ask you this, you haven't messed with Ryo in the Western Countries, have you?''
Leonor placed her hands on her hips and looked like she was rebuking him.
However, that couldn't be helped.
Because she knew Jean-Jacques' personality very well.
When he sees an interesting person like Ryo, he can't help but mess with him…
Of course this time, Leonor had told him in advance, 'Do not touch him under any circumstances', so he did his best to stay away from him.
Even when approaching 'Those who know the Fallen', he only did so when Ryo was not nearby.
Yes, it was a tremendous effort coming from Jean-Jacques.
And yet…
"Of course. I haven't touched a finger of his."
Jean-Jacques answered confidently.
Leonor looked at him suspiciously.
Then she turned around and asked.
"Elizabeth, isn't Jean-Jacques lying?"
"Yes, he is lying."
"Hey!"
Elizabeth immediately answered Leonor's question, and Jean-Jacques couldn't help but raise his voice.
"I knew it! Jean-Jacques, after I warned you that much!"
"No, wait, Leonor, it's a misunderstanding! Elizabeth too. You should prioritize peace and answer, 'He's not lying'!"
"I'm sorry, Jean-Jacques-sama. It's not my nature to lie."
After saying that, Elizabeth bowed deeply.
"Wait, Leonor. Let me explain first."
"What, an excuse? If you have one, I'll listen."
"Excuse… that word is a bit misleading, but sure, it's fine. I'll give my excuse. I indeed had a bit of a fight with Ryo… Hey, wait, Leonor, pull back that right hand that's about to strike. We indeed fought, but it just progressed that way."
"You probably tried to eat humans again, right? I've already told you we need humans to multiply, so don't eat too much."
Leonor sighed.
"No, no, it's that, you know, that guy from the upper dimension who's messing with the Western Countries. I was trying to eliminate that guy and I just ate a little to interfere…"
"Lies! I'm sure that's not the full story."
Jean-Jacques explained, and Leonor concluded.
Then, she turned around.
"Yes, he is lying."
"Just as I thought!"
Elizabeth affirmed, and Leonor barked.
"Hey now, look here Elizabeth… Well, it's not entirely true, but it was not really a lie either. In fact, ever since I started messing with him, the development of things in the Western Countries has become quite stagnant… I'm sure you want things to go back to how they used to be too.''
"Hmm, I don't doubt that either. However, he exists in a higher dimension… we can't easily touch him either."
"Well, you're right. But Ryo and his party are very interesting. I don't think their chance of turning things around is zero… In fact, I've been keeping an eye on that area even now."
"Wow~, isn't that unusual for Jean-Jacques?"
"Didn't I tell you? I want the Western Countries to return to the way they were before."
Leonor commented as if she was genuinely surprised, and Jean-Jacques, as if he had been told something unexpected, replied with a small sigh.
"It was a lot of fun when New was around. Even after he died, good times continued for several hundred years. During that time, just watching the fights between humans and vampires made my blood boil with excitement… it was a lot of fun… If only some of the people who worshiped him hadn't messed around like this…''
"It can't be helped. Humans are special creatures after all. That's true even for those in higher dimensions. Those who are separated from their energy supply source don't want to disappear. If that's the case, then they have no choice but to obtain a new kind of energy…"
Jean-Jacques thought about the past, and Leonor thought about the future.
"Is it a survival instinct? Even if that's the case, I want them to do it somewhere that has nothing to do with me…"
"It can't be helped that the Western Countries were the place they had the easiest access to. They're far from omnipotent just by existing in a higher dimension. Furthermore, they can't understand the situation here, which is in a different dimension. It's just like we can't understand their situation. There are many things we can't help.''
Jean-Jacques shook his head slightly, and Leonor shook her head in the same way.
The world seemed to be more complicated than people think.
"Well, that's why I didn't actively put my hands on Ryo!"
"I see. Next time I see Ryo, I'll ask him. Depending on his answer, I'll sock you!"
"Eh…"
"You heard me, Jean-Jacques. I've said it many times before, but Ryo is my prey! I'm the one who's going to kill Ryo, so don't touch him!"
-x-X-x-
List of Western Church ranks:
Pope – 1
Cardinals – 12
Archbishops – 24
Bishops – Many, originally 48
Abbots – A lot, originally 48, equivalent to Bishops
Priests – A ton
Deacons – A ton
-x-X-x-
The day before the Pope's inauguration.
The entire Holy Capital was bustling and glamorous.
But that wasn't the case in some places.
The Papal Palace was one of them.
Of course, tomorrow's inauguration itself would be held at the Papal Palace.
In addition to the delegation from the Central Countries, guests from the Dark Continent would be there.
The main inauguration ceremony was to be held in a huge amphitheater, reminiscent of a Colosseum, on the grounds of the Papal Palace.
And many of the clergy who work in the Papal Palace were vigorously decorating it.
The carpenters and masons of the Holy Capital had already finished their preparations, laying out the carpets, arranging the chairs, and so on.
The expressions on the faces of the clergymen engaged in the work were very contented.
It's not surprising.
The inauguration of the Pope would be held during their time in the Papal Palace.
Moreover, it was the inauguration of the 100th Pope!
What luck.
There was no one in the Western Church who was not pleased with this good fortune.
Yes, normally.
A room on the third floor, across the courtyard of the Papal Palace.
There were four bishops there.
They are called the 'Four Bishops of the Pope'.
Bishop Abelardo, Bishop Brigitta, Bishop Cesare, and Bishop Dionisi.
Though not just any bishops.
These are bishops who, by order of the Pope, lead assassination squads that eliminate by force those who are deemed obstacles.
The four are feared by many church officials.
However, when they are inside the Papal Palace, they rarely engage in any operation.
They are always clad in a calm expression and atmosphere.
But that wasn't the case today.
Bang.
Dionisi banged on the desk.
"Why…?"
He grunted in chagrin.
"We can't help it, it's the order of His Holiness the Pope."
Abelardo's expression was not cheerful as he said that.
The expression on his face also showed that he was dissatisfied with the situation.
"Rather than His Holiness, more like Sacharias', you mean?"
Gritting her teeth, Brigitta grunted.
It was a very unusual sight for Brigitta, who was the least expressive of the group.
"It doesn't matter. I'm definitely wiping off my disgrace. I'm going to kill Ryo today."
This time, Cesare spoke without changing his expression the most among the four.
"No, we've been instructed to refrain from doing that…"
Abelardo said with a sigh.
"If I don't defeat him, I won't be able to move on."
In Cesare's mind, the matter had already been set in stone.
Tonight, he would kill 'Ryo, the magician' of the Kingdom's delegation.
Knowing full well what would happen if he did that.
Negotiations between the Theocracy and the Central Countries breaking down… would be the least of the aftermath.
Even the inauguration of the Pope tomorrow would not go smoothly if he did.
From the perspective of the four bishops, who are supposed to devote their entire allegiance to the Pope, such a thing should not happen.
It has never happened before, and will never happen… customarily.
"To think His Holiness the Pope was Sacharias' puppet…"
Dionisi's muttering said it all.
They had found out.
The subject to whom they had devoted all their loyalty was in fact a puppet….
No, they don't know for certain if it was a 'puppet' or not.
But whether he was or not didn't change a thing.
He was an existence undeserving of their loyalty.
What happens to people when what they believe in from the bottom of their hearts falls apart?
First, they act in ways that are incomprehensible to an onlooker.
It may be an aggressive behavior of hurting someone.
It may be a defensive action of retreating to one's room.
It may be an act of abandoning everything, shutting down all manner of thought…
No one can tell.
Some will be able to get back on their feet, while others will never be able to pull themselves back together.
However, even for those who can get back on their feet, it usually takes some time.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.
It's just what it means to be human.
These four bishops were in exactly such a situation.
They found out last night.
That the current Pope is a puppet of Cardinal Sacharias. At the very least, he's not human…
Of course, it was completely accidental.
What happened last night?
"What's the meaning of this, Sacharias?"
Abelardo asked in a fiery tone of voice.
Forgoing his calm demeanor and grabbed him by the collar.
"Bishop Abelardo, I am a cardinal. Your superior, so to speak."
"Shut the fuck up!"
Abelardo yelled at Sacharias, who said smiling.
The other three bishops were speechless.
In front of them was the Pope, lying in bed.
The Pope was clearly not a normal human being.
However, when Sacharias placed a box, which seemed to be an alchemy tool, on the Pope's chest and channeled magic power through it, he began to move.
The four of them witnessed that moment.
The Pope's chest began to move up and down, and his skin color gradually began to change from green to white.
Natually, they had never heard of a green-skinned human…
"Now that you've seen it, it can't be helped. Meet His Holiness, the 100th Pope."
Sacharias smiled and said in a rather refreshing manner.
"You wretched…"
Abelardo couldn't complete his sentence.
It is well known that Cardinal Sacharias is one of the foremost alchemists of his time.
To begin with, the fusion magic brooches used by the four bishops and the bracelets that enable concealment were all made by Sacharias.
His talent as an alchemist is nothing short of amazing.
Based on that premise, it was not difficult to assume that the green-skinned Pope in front of them was something that Sacharias had created through alchemy.
But Abelardo had his doubts.
The would-be 100th pope must have existed as a human being.
Abelardo once spoke to the Pope when he was still a bishop.
That was when Abelardo was still a deacon.
He remembered him as a very intelligent bishop.
And he was nothing like the inhuman figure lying in front of him.
Meaning….
"What about the real Pope?"
Abelardo wondered if the real one might be somewhere, or perhaps the original source of this green-skinned one.
"This is the real Pope, isn't it?"
"Cut the crap!"
Sacharias answered, and Abelardo denied it.
Sacharias replied with a sigh.
"He doesn't exist anymore."
Those words became the decisive blow.
Abelardo, like the other three, fell silent.
"I know why you have come to visit His Holiness the Pope at this hour. You probably want to get back at the magician of the Kingdom delegation or something along those lines, right? But let me make it clear. You can't do that. Take it as the words of the Pope… or even higher than the Pope, the Angel's. You're forbidden from laying your hands on the delegation."
"Sacharias said last night that those were the words of an Angel…"
Abelardo muttered.
"I bet that's a lie!"
Dionisi exclaimed.
"Maybe it is. Maybe so, but aren't you curious?"
"No one but His Holiness the Pope has ever spoken to an angel."
Abelardo asked, and Brigitta said in a low voice.
Yeah… that is a well-known fact among the clergy of the Western Church.
No one, except the Pope, has ever spoken to an angel.
On the contrary, the only person the angels talk to is the Pope.
Of course, they do not always talk to him.
It is said that it only happened to a few Popes during their reign.
With exceptions.
Some, like founder New-sama, was said to have spoken to angels almost all the time…
But that's mostly a legend.
"There's no way to know for sure."
It was Cesare who muttered.
"Indeed…"
Abelardo agreed.
"No, there is."
But Brigitta looked up and said.
All three of them looked at Brigitta.
"Whenever His Holiness the Pope spoke with an angel, he always had something in his hand…"
"The Papal Scepter!"
Brigitta discerned, and Abelardo answered.
There is a staff that the Pope always carries during his reign.
It is about a meter long.
With a white jewel on the tip. No one knows exactly what that jewel is.
It is said that the Papal Scepter was created by Founder New-sama, and has been passed down to successive generations of Popes.
And it is forbidden for anyone other than the Pope to touch it.
There is another papal scepter that is over two meters long, but it is not called the 'Papal Scepter' because it is made anew each time a new pope takes over…
It is called, the 'Combat Staff', a rather disturbing name.
Most clergy don't even know why it's called that anymore.
"Of course, but doesn't His Holiness the Pope carry that with him all the time?"
"Not all the time."
"He doesn't carry it with him when he bathes."
"At which point, it is placed on the pedestal in his office."
Dionisi questioned, Brigitta arrived at the answer, Cesare answered, and Abelardo added.
"But even if we hold it, it doesn't necessarily mean we will hear the angel, does it?"
"We really just might get to talk to the angel if we wield the Papal Scepter."
"Except there's no way to know for sure."
"It has always been a legend of the Papal Scepter, so it's the most likely possibility."
There was no other option.
The pope's ablution was to take place at 9:00 a.m..
The four bishops went to the pope's office at that time.
In the office, two deacons were cleaning.
A normal routine.
Of course, there are many important things in the office, but they never go missing.
No one in the papacy would do such a shameless thing.
Everyone lived their lives earnestly.
The two deacons, who were cleaning the Pope's office as usual, were surprised to see the people who entered.
Of course, they were familiar with the Pope's four bishops.
"Uh, bishops…"
Both of them bowed hurriedly.
"We appreciate your efforts in cleaning the place. We will be using the room for a bit. And we already got permission from His Holiness."
Abelardo announced.
The two deacons left the room without question.
Since it came directly from the 'Pope's four bishops'.
There was no reason to doubt them.
After confirming that the two had left, the four gathered around the Papal Scepter.
"Just touching this is a grave sin…"
Even Dionisi's voice was trembling.
It was only natural.
To touch that staff was to stand up to the authority of the Pope.
It also signified a decisive dissolution of what they have believed until now.
However…
"There's no other option. I need to know about the real Pope."
Abelardo's words did not waver.
He said it clearly.
Effectively dispelling the hesitation of the other three.
They nodded.
All four touched the Papal Scepter at the same time.
The impression was that their minds connected directly to somewhere else.
"Angel-sama."
Abelardo said.
No response.
"Please answer me, Angel-sama."
Abelardo said again.
Then…
"Who is that?"
A voice rang directly into the heads of the four.
Instinctively, all four got down on one knee. Firmly holding on to the scepter.
"Angel-sama, we are the bishops, Abelardo, Brigitta, Cesare, and Dionisi."
Abelardo answered.
"So you are not Sacharias. Then, what do you want?"
The fact that the name 'Sacharias' was included in the words of the being that seemed to be an angel was quite a shock to the four of them.
At least, Sacharias had gotten to the point where this supposedly angelic being knew his name.
But even so, there was something they must confirm.
"Yes. We are called the four bishops of the Pope, directly under His Holiness the Pope. However, we learned that the one we call Pope is not the real Pope. And this has greatly shaken our faith. Do you know about this, Angel-sama?"
"I know that he is not human."
All four of them let out a small sigh at the words of the being they thought was an angel.
But the next words startled them.
"That's something I had Sacharias make at my behest."
"What…"
Abelardo exclaimed.
The other three were naturally speechless.
For a good thirty seconds, no one could utter a word.
"To what end, Angel-sama…?"
"That's something you don't need to know."
The angel's words struck the four of them heavily.
"My apologies."
The words came out of their mouths reflexively.
"I command you. You shall assist Sacharias. Consider his words as my words."
With these words, the angelic being left.
The minds of the four seemed to return to the Pope's office from wherever else they had been.
"Were you able to speak to Angel-sama?"
The four of them hurriedly turned in the direction from which the voice had come.
Lo and behold…
"Sacharias…"
Abelardo uttered.
"Didn't the angel tell you to do as I say?"
Sacharias said with his usual smile.
"Yeah, he did."
Abelardo responded. Then he quickly continued.
"But I refuse."
Sacharias tilted his head and asked.
"Why?"
"I don't trust you. What's to say that the being we spoke to just now wasn't some kind of hoax you prepared?"
"What nonsense…"
Abelardo said, and the other three nodded.
Seeing this, for the first time, Sacharias's expression twisted and distorted, and he said as if he was about to gag.
Then, without saying a word, he flicked the ring on his middle finger with his thumb.
At that moment, the bodies of the four bishops collapsed to the floor.
"W-What's this…"
"My body…"
"I can't move…"
"What did you do?"
Dionisi, Brigitta, Cesare, and Abelardo… unable to resist, couldn't exert any strength in their bodies whatsoever.
They didn't even understand what had just happened.
"The principle behind that Papal Scepter is the amplification of vibrations. That's what makes it possible to have a conversation with an angel. The whole time you were talking to the angel, incredible vibrations were running through your bodies. And what I did now was amplify it. Well, I know it probably sounds like gibberish to you. I will have you all buried in the amphitheater in a state of suspended animation. Then you can be absorbed by the angel at the inauguration tomorrow."
"What are you talking about, you bastard…"
"Oh, you four foolish bishops. You don't need to know."