The attack on Bellac caused considerable trauma to the people of the capital.
Thanks to the barrier, they have never seen Bellac before. Although there have been one or two raids recently, when Bellac rained down from the sky it was something else altogether.
More and more people were talking about how the end of the world was near.
The number of people visiting the temple increased exponentially, and the amount of money coming into the temple also increased. Everyone tried very hard to hear even one word from Saint Lucrezia’s mouth.
People used to flock to the temple so that they could not close the temple door on the day when the Saint sang a holy song or came out in person.
So the whole plan could be said to have been very successful.
Slap!
A sharp sound echoed through the room.
Slap!
The sound spread one after another. Lucrezia sharpened her teeth and slapped Edgar on the cheek.
Her eyes were dyed red.
“How dare you!”
Edgar’s mouth and lips burst open and blood flowed, but Lucrezia didn’t stop. She was so angry that her head was about to explode.
‘Fiona is gone?’
Lucrezia, who heard the news only now, trembled violently.
As soon as she returned to the room, she began to beat Edgar, and now her palms were tingling.
Gradually, her Ballac-like appearance was revealed, and her blows grew stronger. If she kept hitting him like this, his jawbone would fall out and cause irreparable injury.
Still, Edgar laughed.
‘Dame Nina’s words were true.’
Fiona was now in a safe place, even if he didn’t know where she was. The pain he was feeling was nothing, if he could only know that fact.
“Are you smiling?”
Lucrezia’s voice fell, she grabbed Edgar by the neck and whispered.
“You think I’ll let Fiona run away? Do you think I’ll never find her? I’ll never let her go. Wherever she is, I will surely find her and lock her again.”
“Lucrezia, stop now.”
She heard a kind reproaching voice and Lucrezia looked back in tears.
“High Priest!”
Lucrezia who ran a little hurriedly grabbed her hand in shock and then saw that scales had grown on the skin.
“I-I don’t like this. What do I do? High Priest, without Fiona, I, I-”
“Shh, it’s okay. Calm down, Lucrezia, don’t worry.”
In contract, the High Priest grabbed her hidden hand and rubbed it. Then her sprouting scales disappeared and they returned to her always-immaculate hands.
“High Priest!”
Lucrezia smiled brightly and she stroked her hand.
The energy of Bellac in her was clouding her senses, but she didn’t recognize it. No, it didn’t matter anyway. Even in exchange for all of that and Fiona, she would have wanted this power.
Only he understood her. He was the one who told her what she wanted from the depths of her heart. When she stood in front of him, came a sense of relief that her choices always seemed right.
The hair of the High Priest was pure white, and it was difficult to determine his age. He looked very old and then looked younger in the next moment. When people saw such a figure, they were amazed, saying, ‘As expected, he is the High Priest after all.”
His appearance while wearing the holy robes with a benevolent smile looked good to anyone who could see it.
“If you hit him like that, wouldn’t the Leader of the Templars be decapitated?”
“Oh my, even the High Priest is joking now.”
Lucrezia chuckled.
The eyes of the high priest and Lucrezia turned to Edgar, but he only looked down and stood still.
Just a little more.
“Now that we don’t have Fiona, you don’t need Sir Edgar, do you?”
“No. Edgar is mine.”
Lucrezia curled her lips. The High Priest quietly looked at her and nodded his head.
“Okay then, let’s do that. I’ll make it completely yours.”
He approached Edgar and at the moment he took a small crystal out of his arms, Edgar stabbed the High Priest.
“!!”
It happened in an instant.
The dagger that Edgar was hiding pierced through the neck of the high priest.
“Hi-High Priest!”
Surprised, Lucrezia shouted. Edgar drew his sword and was about to cut her as well, but the high priest grabbed his arm.
Edgar was appalled.
His whole body didn’t move as if it had stiffened. The High Priest squinted his eyes and pulled out the dagger from his neck.
“Oh my, this is quite the happening. Our temple knights are very brave.”
When the High Priest stroked his wound it healed instantly.
‘This monster…!’
I have to let everyone know that the High priest is a monster.
Lucrezia hurriedly said as the director reached out his hand to Edgar’s head.
“High Priest, it’s mine. Don’t break it.”
“All right. I’m just trying to mess his head a little.”
The High Priest’s palm obscured Edgar’s view, and his surroundings fell into darkness.
────── •❆• ──────
Princess Vialentel immediately released information that she had obtained about The Cult.
It was a story about how she ‘pretends to be on their side’ to stop the heinous villains who summoned Bellac by even conducting human experiments.
Everyone admired the efforts of the princess who risked her life.
Vialentel promised to keep this from happening again through her close relationship with the Temple.
If Bellac had come from the outside, the damage on the high-end streets where noble townhouses were crowded would have been lighter. But this time it fell from the sky.
The damage was the same everywhere.
The nobles who were now seen as ‘beings that should be annihilated’ by The Cult, also trembled at their wit’s end.
The Emperor also actively supported Vialentel and gave her authority.
She said with beaming eyes.
“Most of the Cult members are strangers and outsiders! A legitimate Imperial citizen would not do such a thing!”
“That’s crazy!”
Faradiv could not stand it and shout back. All eyes turned to him.
“There is no evidence to suggest that The Cult are mostly stranger and outsiders. If you look at the captured pagans, the number of imperial people was also significant, they-.”
“When I approached them, they were mostly outsiders and dissidents dissatisfied with the Empire. Prince Faradiv, do not be arrogant if you do not know about them.”
Because I’ve seen it all.
He shut his mouth with those words and clenched his teeth.
Outsiders.
Legitimate nationals.
Isn’t the word itself quite ambiguous?
Vialentel said with a fishy smile.
“To find them, we need to apply a census on the family register. Whether it be nobles or commoners, the Emperor of the empire should investigate and only recognize the legitimate citizens of the empire.”
“What…….”
Faradiv was speechless.
The people of the Empire were to be classified through an investigation with an unknown type of criteria and standards. In the process, those who Vialentel doesn’t like will be easily filtered out.
She laughed softly.
“The Temple will actively cooperate with us. If the Saint is with us, it will not be difficult to filter out the pagans.”
The nobles murmured softly.
“Let’s discuss it slowly. If you need it, please ask me for an audience.”
After saying this, Vialentel looked at Faradiv with an elegant smile.
According to her logic, even an aristocrat must be approved by the Emperor in order to be recognized as a “Legitimate Imperial Citizen.”
Without the permission of the Emperor, he would not be a legitimate imperial nobleman. In a nutshell, the imperial power is strengthened and the power of the nobility is weakened.
This logic will, of course, apply to commoners as well.
It was a perfect plan as a cornerstone to becoming the ‘Unified Empire’ that Vialentel wanted. If he expresses his dissatisfaction here, he will be driven as a pagan.
Faradiv clenched his teeth.
It was ridiculous that things were going as the Duke of Luverne had said.
Still, he once thought he knew his sister well enough.
‘Is this what they say that a third party is more objective?’
He swallowed a bitter laugh and opened his mouth.
“I also agree with you. When I heard my sister was digging into the secrets of the Cult, I did my fair share of investigations.”
All eyes of the nobles turned to Faradiv. He took the papers from Naff and continued.
“These documents are proof that sister secretly infiltrated The Cult. When I got this, I knew that sister and I meant the same thing, and while investigating….”
He raised the other papers.
“I learned that Baron Verdin was a central figure in The Cult.”
The attack on Bellac caused considerable trauma to the people of the capital.
Thanks to the barrier, they have never seen Bellac before. Although there have been one or two raids recently, when Bellac rained down from the sky it was something else altogether.
More and more people were talking about how the end of the world was near.
The number of people visiting the temple increased exponentially, and the amount of money coming into the temple also increased. Everyone tried very hard to hear even one word from Saint Lucrezia’s mouth.
People used to flock to the temple so that they could not close the temple door on the day when the Saint sang a holy song or came out in person.
So the whole plan could be said to have been very successful.
Slap!
A sharp sound echoed through the room.
Slap!
The sound spread one after another. Lucrezia sharpened her teeth and slapped Edgar on the cheek.
Her eyes were dyed red.
“How dare you!”
Edgar’s mouth and lips burst open and blood flowed, but Lucrezia didn’t stop. She was so angry that her head was about to explode.
‘Fiona is gone?’
Lucrezia, who heard the news only now, trembled violently.
As soon as she returned to the room, she began to beat Edgar, and now her palms were tingling.
Gradually, her Ballac-like appearance was revealed, and her blows grew stronger. If she kept hitting him like this, his jawbone would fall out and cause irreparable injury.
Still, Edgar laughed.
‘Dame Nina’s words were true.’
Fiona was now in a safe place, even if he didn’t know where she was. The pain he was feeling was nothing, if he could only know that fact.
“Are you smiling?”
Lucrezia’s voice fell, she grabbed Edgar by the neck and whispered.
“You think I’ll let Fiona run away? Do you think I’ll never find her? I’ll never let her go. Wherever she is, I will surely find her and lock her again.”
“Lucrezia, stop now.”
She heard a kind reproaching voice and Lucrezia looked back in tears.
“High Priest!”
Lucrezia who ran a little hurriedly grabbed her hand in shock and then saw that scales had grown on the skin.
“I-I don’t like this. What do I do? High Priest, without Fiona, I, I-”
“Shh, it’s okay. Calm down, Lucrezia, don’t worry.”
In contract, the High Priest grabbed her hidden hand and rubbed it. Then her sprouting scales disappeared and they returned to her always-immaculate hands.
“High Priest!”
Lucrezia smiled brightly and she stroked her hand.
The energy of Bellac in her was clouding her senses, but she didn’t recognize it. No, it didn’t matter anyway. Even in exchange for all of that and Fiona, she would have wanted this power.
Only he understood her. He was the one who told her what she wanted from the depths of her heart. When she stood in front of him, came a sense of relief that her choices always seemed right.
The hair of the High Priest was pure white, and it was difficult to determine his age. He looked very old and then looked younger in the next moment. When people saw such a figure, they were amazed, saying, ‘As expected, he is the High Priest after all.”
His appearance while wearing the holy robes with a benevolent smile looked good to anyone who could see it.
“If you hit him like that, wouldn’t the Leader of the Templars be decapitated?”
“Oh my, even the High Priest is joking now.”
Lucrezia chuckled.
The eyes of the high priest and Lucrezia turned to Edgar, but he only looked down and stood still.
Just a little more.
“Now that we don’t have Fiona, you don’t need Sir Edgar, do you?”
“No. Edgar is mine.”
Lucrezia curled her lips. The High Priest quietly looked at her and nodded his head.
“Okay then, let’s do that. I’ll make it completely yours.”
He approached Edgar and at the moment he took a small crystal out of his arms, Edgar stabbed the High Priest.
“!!”
It happened in an instant.
The dagger that Edgar was hiding pierced through the neck of the high priest.
“Hi-High Priest!”
Surprised, Lucrezia shouted. Edgar drew his sword and was about to cut her as well, but the high priest grabbed his arm.
Edgar was appalled.
His whole body didn’t move as if it had stiffened. The High Priest squinted his eyes and pulled out the dagger from his neck.
“Oh my, this is quite the happening. Our temple knights are very brave.”
When the High Priest stroked his wound it healed instantly.
‘This monster…!’
I have to let everyone know that the High priest is a monster.
Lucrezia hurriedly said as the director reached out his hand to Edgar’s head.
“High Priest, it’s mine. Don’t break it.”
“All right. I’m just trying to mess his head a little.”
The High Priest’s palm obscured Edgar’s view, and his surroundings fell into darkness.
────── •❆• ──────
Princess Vialentel immediately released information that she had obtained about The Cult.
It was a story about how she ‘pretends to be on their side’ to stop the heinous villains who summoned Bellac by even conducting human experiments.
Everyone admired the efforts of the princess who risked her life.
Vialentel promised to keep this from happening again through her close relationship with the Temple.
If Bellac had come from the outside, the damage on the high-end streets where noble townhouses were crowded would have been lighter. But this time it fell from the sky.
The damage was the same everywhere.
The nobles who were now seen as ‘beings that should be annihilated’ by The Cult, also trembled at their wit’s end.
The Emperor also actively supported Vialentel and gave her authority.
She said with beaming eyes.
“Most of the Cult members are strangers and outsiders! A legitimate Imperial citizen would not do such a thing!”
“That’s crazy!”
Faradiv could not stand it and shout back. All eyes turned to him.
“There is no evidence to suggest that The Cult are mostly stranger and outsiders. If you look at the captured pagans, the number of imperial people was also significant, they-.”
“When I approached them, they were mostly outsiders and dissidents dissatisfied with the Empire. Prince Faradiv, do not be arrogant if you do not know about them.”
Because I’ve seen it all.
He shut his mouth with those words and clenched his teeth.
Outsiders.
Legitimate nationals.
Isn’t the word itself quite ambiguous?
Vialentel said with a fishy smile.
“To find them, we need to apply a census on the family register. Whether it be nobles or commoners, the Emperor of the empire should investigate and only recognize the legitimate citizens of the empire.”
“What…….”
Faradiv was speechless.
The people of the Empire were to be classified through an investigation with an unknown type of criteria and standards. In the process, those who Vialentel doesn’t like will be easily filtered out.
She laughed softly.
“The Temple will actively cooperate with us. If the Saint is with us, it will not be difficult to filter out the pagans.”
The nobles murmured softly.
“Let’s discuss it slowly. If you need it, please ask me for an audience.”
After saying this, Vialentel looked at Faradiv with an elegant smile.
According to her logic, even an aristocrat must be approved by the Emperor in order to be recognized as a “Legitimate Imperial Citizen.”
Without the permission of the Emperor, he would not be a legitimate imperial nobleman. In a nutshell, the imperial power is strengthened and the power of the nobility is weakened.
This logic will, of course, apply to commoners as well.
It was a perfect plan as a cornerstone to becoming the ‘Unified Empire’ that Vialentel wanted. If he expresses his dissatisfaction here, he will be driven as a pagan.
Faradiv clenched his teeth.
It was ridiculous that things were going as the Duke of Luverne had said.
Still, he once thought he knew his sister well enough.
‘Is this what they say that a third party is more objective?’
He swallowed a bitter laugh and opened his mouth.
“I also agree with you. When I heard my sister was digging into the secrets of the Cult, I did my fair share of investigations.”
All eyes of the nobles turned to Faradiv. He took the papers from Naff and continued.
“These documents are proof that sister secretly infiltrated The Cult. When I got this, I knew that sister and I meant the same thing, and while investigating….”
He raised the other papers.
“I learned that Baron Verdin was a central figure in The Cult.”
