No. 323
The Pope looked me in the eye as if he was judging something.
The conscience would be pricked by an ordinary person, but who am I? With no conscience to use for medicine, I casually looked at him.
He looked into my eyes for a while and then raised the corners of his mouth.
“Then shall we eat?”
“A promise?”
The Pope said as he sat down at the tea table near the bed.
“I will not answer that part.”
“You mean you can’t hear me? why?"
A tray full of food entered the room.
The pope pointed to the opposite seat while those in the robes of a lower priest moved food.
As I did not move, the priests of the sublimation team carefully led me to the tea table.
Chit, I sat down with my tongue hanging out, and the pope prepared the tableware in front of me and said,
“First, I’m sorry, but I still can’t trust Mary-sama’s words.”
"What?"
“I know that Mary has the wisdom of a snake. From priests to cardinals, they have suffered from one another, how can I trust Mary-sama?”
“… … .”
“In that regard, it is necessary to check whether you really have Prince Andre as your lover, and whether you are referring to Andre to protect another man or to separate the temple from the imperial family.”
The Pope held out a plate of food in front of me.
From the salmon salad to the veal stew with white sauce and the Potofun with eggplant, everything was just my favourite.
I've never been a fan of food outside.
In other words, it meant that the Pope's information power was considerable enough to steal even this information.
‘It’s like a clever guy.’
Seeing me with my eyes raised wildly, the Pope spoke in a soft voice.
“Second, I have no intention of saving your lover.”
“… … What?"
The Pope's eyes darkened.
“My love is not light enough to leave a man who is not flesh by your side.”
It was a voice so cold that it gave a chill to the spine.
He smiled softly once more and put a fork in my hand.
I pounded the meat on the plate.
visor-!
The priests who were waiting around the tea table at the sharp friction looked at me.
“Close your mouth. It smells.”
“I like that you are bold as always, very much.”
* * *
The night was deep.
Putting on the blanket, I sighed.
‘If it continues like this, the Pope will devour the Empire.’
If that happens, independence or whatever, all the hard work I have prepared will be in vain.
I will be bound by that terrible one for the rest of my life.
‘Think. think.'
You have to think of a workaround.
I struggled to keep my composure, thinking about what I had to do next.
The middle-aged priest who is the head of the sublimation team is from Adrian, so Adrian must have already heard the news that I had awakened.
A wise Adrian would already be planning a raid on the temple with Dubbleed.
‘I have to find Etwal until they come to pick me up.’
After clenching my fists under the blanket, I got out of bed.
The sublimation priests who were waiting by the wall quickly stopped me.
“It was late at night, Madame.”
“I was kidnapped and imprisoned, can you sleep easily? Get out of the way, I'm just going for a light walk."
“Lady.”
“Do I have to bite my tongue to make you think, ‘Oh, when that crazy girl said she was going for a walk, I’ll just let her do it’?”
“… … .”
The sublime priests looked at each other with troubled expressions.
At that time, the head of the sublimation squad, that is, Adrian's person, helped me.
“The walking course will be decided by us. Of course, the Holy Father must know that you went out for a walk, and we must not be more than three steps away from her.”
“Is that so?”
As the head blinked, one of the sublime priests left the room first.
I'm probably going to tell the Pope that I've been coerced.
I followed the sublime priests down the hallway.
Two people walking ahead.
It was the boss who stood next to me.
“But what’s your name?”
“This is Lucia.”
“Then, Lucia, where did you put my ‘clothes’? I don't want to wear a priest's robes even for a second because I hate it."
‘Where is my Etwale?’
- was the meaning of the word.
Lucia, quick-witted, replied.
“All things belonging to the saint are managed by the Holy Father. The clothes will be delivered ‘after washing’. It will be around tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.”
She particularly emphasized washing.
‘What are you going to do with your clothes?’
You might even put a ban on it.
Barriers are also difficult, but if there is a prohibition on clothes, it may not be possible to escape forever.
'I mean, there's not much time... … .'
After all, you have to escape by tomorrow afternoon.
I managed to swallow the moan that was about to come out.
The place where the sublime priests took me was a quiet garden.
As I looked around the garden involuntarily, I was startled.
‘Begonia Garden!’
This was a garden not far from where I practiced in my first life.
In my first life, I wasn't the scoundrel of the temple from the beginning.
The first temple treated me as a child of fate. Because even if I fell and broke my knee, the 21st priest would tremble.
The reason why the shrine gave up on me is because, even after several years of training, my divine power did not increase at all.
Until they gave up on me, on rare occasions, I would come to the Vatican to practice.
My heart is pounding.
Knowing the location of the Begonia Garden, I was able to sketch the interior of the Pope.
‘There was a passageway to the underpass behind the Begonia Garden fence.’
If I can open the door that connects to the passage, I might be able to escape by myself.
Only the cardinals directly under the Pope and the Pope can open the door.
'If only I could get the key from them or break that wall... … !’
That was then.
“What are you doing!”
I heard the angry voices of some men.
Cardinals wheeze through the door
“You idiot!”
Cardinal Nacolasio let out a thunderous rage.
“You mean you opened the barrier room with the hands of a priest? He knows what he's going to do this time!"
Cardinal Ridalante also looked at the sublime priests with a fierce expression of anger, and they hurriedly bowed their heads.
“Ha, but, if you don’t open the door, you will do it voluntarily-”
“It would be nice if you took your own life.”
RiDalante, who was properly humiliated by me in the interrogation case, twisted his lips and said:
Suddenly, a light bulb in my head lit up.
‘I thought of a good way.’
I raised the corners of my lips.
“Oh, you wanted me to die.”
"I'm surprised you didn't know until now."
“I thought I was a precious person in the temple because I was called a saint and used up all of the temple’s assets, which were already on the floor, and painted my room with gold.”
Your temple is a tin can with no money.
But the Pope treats me lavishly as an enemy.
Your boss has gone crazy!
Ridalante's face turned red when he recognized my ridicule.
“I don’t know how many ways you are deceiving His Holiness, but I have inevitably made His eyes open to you… … !”
“Can you do it with your hands?”
"what?"
“No, in the last battle of the empty lot, Ishak’s sword pierced his shoulder~! He couldn't even use his arm and sat down. And what did he say?”
"this… … !”
“Ah, right. ‘Hey, save me. Please save me. Whoa!’ Did you?”
RiDalanTe's eyes went back when he showed off her skill, the so-called "Hell's Spout", which was passed down from Emulin.
“You crazy bitch… … !”
A wave rippled through his fingers.
I quickly stood with my back against the wall that led to the underground passage.
‘Okay, shoot!’
If you break down that wall, I'll give you a forearm!
“Ridalante-sama!”
“Stop!”
Nicolasio and the sublimation priests hurried to stop him, but it was too late.
Ridalante, whose eyes were red and bloodshot, threw a wave of divine power at me.
I hurriedly flew to avoid the wave ball.
bang-!
The wave ball was pinned directly to the wall.
At the same time,
“Uh-huh!”
RiDalante moaned, grabbing his neck with both hands.
A dark red wedge from the ground was clasping Ridalante's neck.
Me, Nicolasio, and the sublimation priests looked in the direction the dark red wedge flew.
was the pope.
He entered the garden with a few priests and walked slowly into the middle of the moonlit garden. The shadow chasing him turned into a ghastly shape and trembled. As if it were the shadow of a monster.
“Stand, stand, castle… … ha.”
Ridalante, lifted up by the wedge, struggled in blue.
"dare."
“Honey, my lord… … Whoops!”
The Pope was really ready to kill Ridalante.
He was a priest of the sublimation university, and he was afraid to speak.
From Ridalente's body, a terrible plosive sound was heard one after another. Traces of incontinence fell under his feet.
It was only then that Nicolasius broke the pope.
“Sir, calm down!”
The pope threw Ridalante to the ground only after he had completely lost consciousness.
‘What is this power?’
I was so startled that I looked at the Pope with a hard expression.
I know the Pope's divine power is enormous, but the power I saw this time was completely different.
He exerted his power without a starter, and I didn't even feel the waves of his power at all.
‘Did you mean that God’s power was like this?’
Now I know.
Mina and I couldn't handle the power of God properly.
The true divine power was completely in denial of the laws of the world.
But there was something even more surprising than that... … .
The pope bent his knee in front of me and held out his hand.
“Are you okay?”
I swallowed dry saliva and looked at him.
“… … .”
“Hey, you seem very surprised. I will take you to your room.”
“… … I'm here."
"Yes?"
“Why are you here now? I was scared.”
“… … Mary.”
He hugged me with a shocked expression.
Meanwhile, my gaze was directed only to the back of the Pope.
To be precise, he is wearing a priest's robe and wearing a deep hood.
The wind blew through hid hood, his beautiful blonde hair.
‘Adrian.’
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