episode_0192
by fnovelpiaThe Cardinal’s office in the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith is kept lit well into the night.
Marsenus at work.
He looked through the documents with both hands full, then looked away for a moment.
Marsenus was waiting for an unidentified nun.
Roman suggested setting a trap, but Marsenus had a slightly different idea. He wanted to find out Elise’s true feelings before framing her.
Even if it’s difficult when they’re enemies, they’re strong when they’re allies. The mysterious power of Elise will surely help achieve the cause.
It can be a waste of time and a hassle.
However, Marsenus felt that the look in Elise’s eyes when they talked during the day was the same look as that of someone who was skeptical about the current situation.
I didn’t know their identities or plans, but I thought that maybe our goals were the same. I was confident that we could get on the same boat.
dripping.
Look.
It’s scary to think that guests haven’t come to visit.
I told him not to let anyone in at night, so only one person came to visit.
“Come in.”
The door opened and Elise came in.
Her attire was no different from that of the daytime: a nun’s habit.
“Your thoughts seem to be organized.”
“Well, that’s right.”
Elise’s speech became much lighter.
He even sat down on the sofa without permission.
Even if she was dragged away for impiety, she would not be able to say anything, which was not the attitude a nun could take toward a cardinal. But Marsenus did not care.
Elise got straight to the point.
“I was the one who searched Roman’s lab and trashed the lab.”
“I see.”
“I knew it. The Mother Superior was also in on it.”
“You could say he’s a comrade who corrects the chaotic order.”
“That or that.”
Elise lay down on the sofa.
He was slouching badly with his legs crossed on the armrest.
Marsenus’ deep, deep voice rang out.
“What is your identity?”
“Before that. Tell me what you guys are decorating.”
“I guess you misunderstood. If you don’t take off your mask, I have nothing more to tell you.”
“A sheep is still a sheep, even if it wears wolf skin.”
“The shepherd who doesn’t know the truth will think he’s a wolf and drive him out.”
Marsenus decided that further conversation was worthless and lowered his gaze to the documents.
“I can’t reveal my identity right now. I’m under a spell of subordination.”
Then, Marsenus’ gaze, which had fallen, rose again.
“What does it mean?”
“That’s right. Do you know about the slave trade that happened in Harlem?”
As you know.
An incident in which a nun was trafficked, angering believers.
The Knights Templar were dispatched to capture the so-called Slave Messenger. Since no report has been received yet, it must mean that they have not found him.
But the fact that Elise brought up that incident.
“You?”
“That’s right. That’s me. The slave messenger is holding my leash, so I can’t reveal my identity. I came here without telling that man.”
Elise doesn’t trust Karami.
Well, he’s the man who made her a slave.
Contrary to my initial fears, I did not experience anything shameful as a woman, but feeling affection for him was a separate matter.
Rather, his incomprehensible behavior only increased the suspicion.
“Help me escape the clutches of the slave messenger. Then I guess I can either get on the same boat or not.”
“Isn’t this a proposal that only benefits you?”
“Is that so? Then let me tell you one more thing in particular. The Sashin cult appeared recently, and that person is the leader.”
“Huh?”
“Wouldn’t it help maintain order if the cult leaders were disciplined in front of the public?”
That’s right.
This is a cult of evil spirits that spreads absurd rumors, such as people who are blind and have been granted sight or who have become rich overnight.
It’s not like there’s no influence at all on the Order of the Church. Didn’t the high-ranking clergy of the Order help the evangelization of the Church of the Dead during the day?
If we make an example of the slave envoys with bad reputations, it will certainly help maintain order, as Elise said.
The minimum balance for trading has been met.
Marsenus began to continue the story he had left off during the day.
“There was a story that came up in a meeting once. Why doesn’t God show up? What did we miss? Then I realized. There was no window to communicate with God.”
“Window?”
“She is a saint.”
Saint.
Elise remembers that the priest who had seen her power called her a saint. However, no matter how hard she searched, she could not find any information about the saint.
“What on earth is a saint?”
“A vessel of God. A medium that will spread the great voice of God to the world.”
“Isn’t that an illusion?”
Marsenus shook his head firmly.
“There is a record. When light and darkness are in perfect balance, mystery appears. Only when the one who holds that mystery appears will true order come to this land.”
“… … .”
“Now do you see why we are so obsessed with experiments?”
“So you used innocent, powerless children as test subjects?”
“When balancing the scales, remove the impurities little by little. The sacrifice of the cow for the greater good is how the world is changed.”
Elise kept her mouth shut.
So does that mean you’re a saint?
Clearly, Elise is a unique being who was born after countless trials and errors.
But Elise does not know what mystery Marsenus speaks of. She has never felt it.
“Can you manifest the mystery just by succeeding in the experiment?”
Marsenus raises his hand and cuts him off.
“That’s all I can tell you with the information you gave me. I hope you’ll come back qualified next time.”
Marsenus looks through the documents again.
Elise bit her lip in displeasure, but her gaze never returned once it had left her.
To hear more, you have to start with Karami.
***
Life in a luxury hotel is peaceful.
You can eat as much quality meat as you want with soft bread, delicious soup, and good quality meat. The bed is soft and fluffy and the view is clean.
Thanks to the absence of even fine dust, clear skies always welcome me.
Everything is satisfactory.
Except that my roommate is my grandfather.
I’m a fairly early riser myself, but Antonius always wakes up earlier than I do. When I go out to the living room in the morning, I can see Antonius praying.
He is neatly dressed in a beige tunic with visible fraying and tattered stitches, unbecoming of a Pope, and is kneeling on one knee on the floor.
When you hold the cross and pray, a gentle radiance fills the room, as if in response to your devotion to God.
Antony was the living faith, and the place where he was was the holy kingdom, so he could not dare to disturb the solemn atmosphere of piety.
‘It doesn’t react even when I touch it.’
In the end, I had no choice but to wait until it was over.
“Lord, forgive me, a weak servant, and hold my heart steady… .”
As the confessional-like prayer ended, the light dimmed and soon disappeared. I helped Antonius up, struggling to get up, holding on to his cane.
“Kkeulkeul, you’re doing something that doesn’t suit you.”
“That’s sick. Thanks for helping me first.”
“If you had lived honestly, you would have said that first, you idiot.”
“Suspicion of others is also a disease.”
Antonius grumbled, but he did not refuse my support.
“Are you planning on promoting that weird cult again today?”
“Unfortunately, I plan on taking a break today. As expected, the place is the place, so it has no effect at all. Well, I didn’t expect much either.”
The current number of believers in the Sasin Church is approximately 9,000.
Among them, was there even one person I successfully converted?
Probably not.
Despite having the skills, it seems difficult to persuade faithful believers in the Holy Land.
Fortunately, thanks to the guys who are preaching and selling my name somewhere in the world, I think I’ll get ten thousand people without doing anything. So I decided not to waste my energy.
“If I do this any more, I think I’ll really get caught.”
“Well, it’s too late to buy it now, you punk.”
“Yes?”
Antonius glanced out the window.
There was a commotion outside.
I peeked my head out to check and saw that the knights were surrounding the inn.
“This is the 3rd floor of the building! Surround it thoroughly so not a single rat can escape!”
The third floor is my floor.
There may be other guests, but for some reason, an ominous feeling creeps in. Negative thoughts are never wrong.
I nodded at Antonius.
“Goodbye, Inspiration. It was a short time, but it was nice to meet you.”
“Huh, you punk. You came here to get me, not you.”
“What are you talking about? What did I do wrong? I came to catch you, sir. Don’t run away from reality.”
“If they had come to fetch me, they wouldn’t have rushed in with their swords drawn, but the priests and nuns would have taken me in respectfully.”
“Ah?”
“If you commit a crime, you will be punished.”
Antonius hid inside the wardrobe, laughing hysterically.
Right after.
bang!
“Slave messenger! I will arrest you for trafficking nuns. Don’t resist without reason and surrender quietly!”
The knights charged in with a murderous air.
In an instant, they surrounded me and forced me to my knees. When I came to, my wrists were wrapped tightly with rope.
“Excuse me. I think there is a misunderstanding. I am not a slave messenger.”
“Don’t evade! I got a tip that you’re a slave messenger! Black hair, black eyes, and an unlucky face. You’re right!”
What is an unlucky face?
That’s lookism.
But it wasn’t a simple suspicion, as he knew my features perfectly. Someone had been revealing my identity.
‘who?’
Did Elise tell you?
If that’s true, then Elise’s life would be ruined if I fought back. Elise, whose safety was more important to her than anyone else in the world, would never have taken such a reckless gamble.
It makes the most sense that the human being who was in the black market in Harlem came to Cassillon.
Luck is not helping.
The whole world is against me.
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