episode_0601

After finishing his conversation with the Pope, former Cardinal Lazarus, now the Pope’s representative, straightened his back with a long sigh.

I don’t know what you’re doing, but you don’t plan on coming back to church yet.

It’s been quite a while since I stayed in the Holy Land with him, but the Pope has never been out more often than this year.

Basically, the Pope is a person who is a symbol of the church to which he was given the position.

Although the title of saint has been created and its meaning has been somewhat divided, it is only a mascot and cannot completely replace the pope.

The church absolutely needs someone who holds the position of Pope.

For that reason, the Pope of the Catholic Church, who has the greatest influence on the continent, must forget the word rest throughout his time in office.

In fact, among past popes, there were several who died from overwork, so it would not be difficult to guess the extent of the workload.

The current Pope has performed his duties more passionately than any other Pope in history until this year.

Even as those below struggled against the limits of their physical strength, the Pope worked tirelessly.

After several years of this process, the current Pope has become a very influential figure in the church.

It was only natural that there was no place untouched by his touch.

For now, I am in constant contact with His Holiness and somehow maintaining the status quo, but this will not last long.

The level of ability is different. Since I have to hold onto a matter for tens of minutes that His Holiness can solve with just a quick glance, I have no choice but to have limitations.

“Even if there are not enough people, there are not enough people.”

As a result of the weeding out that took place over several months, the number of staff within the church has decreased significantly.

In this situation, thanks to the saint’s miracle, the dispersion of manpower became more severe.

I have no intention of criticizing that person.

Although he was born to be hated by the Lord, he is respected just for being chosen by the Lord, but he does not stop there and takes steps towards a better world.

How could a person like that complain when he did what he had to do?

ha. Damn it. If I were twenty years younger, I wouldn’t have complained like this.

“Vice Pope.”

Lazaro raised his head following the secretary’s voice and furrowed his brows when he saw the pile of documents in his arms.

“What is that again?”

“This is a petition from those currently awaiting trial. I brought only those belonging to those with status.”

“But is it still that much?”

A sigh of relief escapes me. It is said that the corruption of the church that has continued for a long time is as great as that.

How can it be that even the evil spirit of darkness has collapsed, but the darkness in the church has no end in sight no matter how many times it is pulled out?

“And today, the saint and her friends came to the shrine.”

“Are they the ones who made a contribution in the subjugation of the Fairy Forest? I would like to meet you sometime and talk to you.”

“Would you like to tell me your intention?”

“ done. What can you do, taking up their time? There is no time for that in the first place.”

“We have already met with Cardinal Cesare.”

“…Cardinal Cesare?”

What kind of old man. What are you thinking again?

Why would a scumbag who could put his own head on the guillotine harm the young people who will lead the new era?

Lazaro, who was thinking about rushing in for a cause or something, took a long breath and picked up a pen.

“Any other news?”

“It is said that the forces of the Order of Arts have dealt with the followers of the old darkness. This is a new aid from darkness…”

*

What I was able to experience most keenly while touring the sacred site with Fabi was not the beautiful scenery, the delicious food, or the unique divinity of the sacred site, but rather the reputation that Fabi has today.

“Saint! What’s going on here…”

“If you don’t have a seat, please sit here…”

“If it’s not a problem, please pray for us…”

“Saint…!”

“Saint…!”

As I looked at the people who were so enthusiastic that I wondered what it would be like if the Lord Heojeop came down to the sacred place, I could once again feel that Fabi was a saint.

I knew Fabie was popular.

Even when I was at the academy, there were many people who were so sad and didn’t know what to do when Fabi passed away.

But I am a friend of Faby, and I have often seen her sloppy and foolish side as much as her noble side.

It feels awkward to watch Fabi next to me, not knowing what to do, and then to see her displaying the dignity of a saint in front of other people.

“That. sorry. Time keeps getting delayed because of me.”

After praying for the believers at the shrine, Fabi came back and apologized, but we didn’t really think anything of it.

It is true that time was lost because of Faby, but I also received a lot more than that.

‘It must be hard for Fabi too.’

Being worshiped isn’t always a good thing.

Worshiping another person essentially means thinking that this person is different from you.

The worshiper and the worshiped can never be close. One Fabi in the Holy Land is surrounded by countless people, but at the end of it all, he becomes alone.

‘I’m cherishing it even if you don’t say it.’

‘hey! Two minutes! Why don’t you stop complaining and keep fighting!?’

After suddenly losing my temper at the two people who had stopped fighting, I sighed deeply and turned my attention to the surroundings.

‘And then. Even if you want to do something here, you can’t.’

The reason those staying in the sacred place respect us is because we are Fabi’s friends.

But here I am trying to criticize Fabi by calling her a poor woman!

Wouldn’t it be roasted hanging from a tree!?

The skit where the apostle of the Lord is burned at the stake at the sacred site of the Lord’s Church is a bit different!

Isn’t this imagining too much?

It’s not like that, right? Because it seems like the people at your church don’t like me that much.

Whenever Fabi is not by our side, the enemy’s young eyes often fly at us.

It’s not because of other friends.

It’s all because of me.

At first, I thought it was because of something Lucy did in the past. The kid who kicked the bishop in the face and even broke the statue was Lucy. It’s a condition worth disliking.

But when I listened to Joey and Arthur talking, it didn’t really matter.

‘It is inevitable that the believers of the Lord’s Church dislike Lucy. ‘That’s the way it is.’

‘You are close to the saint, have noble divinity, and have even acquired the legendary weapon of a paladin through the guidance of the main god. However, if you ask whether you are actually a member of the main church, it is difficult to answer. There must have been one or two things done with the Arts Council.’

My friends who know my position as an apostle of the Lord have no doubt that no matter what I do, I am a person of the Lord, but for those who know nothing, the story is different.

In their eyes, I am a piece of trash who received a lot from God and devoted himself to the art world.

How bad must it be for them that such a little boy shamelessly showed up in the holy place.

Understanding the situation, I decided to just enjoy their hostility.

In case anyone misunderstands, let me tell you in advance that I have not become a majo like anyone else. It just became a little more fun because I thought about it differently.

lets think. The saint they like so much that they don’t know what to do is a shy person who blushes even when I hold her hand, and the god they believe in is a pedo pervert who waits for the moment to be scolded by me.

It’s like doing a kind of NTR!

Mesgaki Golden Sun. What kind of horrible hybrid is this?

As I was thinking of lines like, ‘Woohyo~ The super cute saint and the super disgusting lord~’, it was difficult to hold back my laughter.

The night after finishing such an enjoyable tour of the Holy Land. We had decided to stay here under the pretext that it was late, but we secretly left the hotel in the middle of the night.

There were several people wandering around inside the shrine, but that wasn’t a big problem for us.

Because we have someone who knows how to wield the powers of darkness!

This power wielded by the evil spirit of darkness is so powerful that not even the main apostle, Fabi, or I can detect it!

But can half-penny priests recognize us?

Not only did we escape from the dormitory in the middle of the night, but we easily broke into where Fabi was, and headed smoothly to our target location.

“Using the power of darkness to roam around the inside of the sacred place. If you add up the words, there are no heretics.”

“It’s noisy! Prince! That’s what bothered me too!”

“…Two people. What do you think of my position as a saint who practices secretly?”

“That is. Uh.”

“I’m sorry. Fabi.”

“I’m really worried about the same thing. Do you know the rules set by the scum? My voice is more valuable than that, right?”

Do you need to worry about that? As long as the Lord’s apostle is participating in the crime, there’s no problem, right?

I raised my voice with this question in mind, but my friends’ subtle expressions did not go away. I think there are some things that you can accept with your head, but not with your heart.

After leisurely wandering around the sanctuary like this, we arrived at our target location just as the moon reached the middle of the sky.

“This is… the penance room.”

Feeling the bloody smell coming from the place where priests confessed their sins, I moved my feet and placed my hand on the statue at the end of the room.

There was no need for anything grandiose.

The condition for opening the door to the dungeon is to ‘breathe the divinity of the Lord.’

As I was about to breathe divinity into the statue, I checked the door that had appeared, told him to follow me, and quickly jumped into the dungeon.

‘…what?’

And the moment I entered the entrance, I stopped walking without realizing it. There was a smell that should never be felt in the basement of the dungeon.

“Wow! Can I take back the power of darkness now?!”

“It’s not something I want to do twice.”

“That’s right. It was so easy that it wasn’t fun… Huh? Smell of blood?”

“…Lady. This is.”

The smell of death makes me vomit.