"Joseph..."
Kakarit looked at Joseph with a complicated expression and hesitated to speak.
The two of them were already good friends when they served the God of Darkness, and they knew each other quite well.
At that time, Joseph was already very old, while Kakarit was only the father of a seven-year-old child - their friendship was limited by age and could only stop there.
But now, Joseph has been rejuvenated by the miracle of his mentor, just like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, while Kakarit still looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. There is still a certain amount of dissatisfaction between the two of them.
Big age gap.
This wonderful sense of confusion made people feel speechless. Kakarit shook his head vigorously, and his eyes looking at Joseph became calm again.
"Joseph, where is your Majesty Roland?"
"It's just these days. His Highness Roland will be here soon."
Joseph raised his eyebrows and replied in a calm tone.
He realized what Kakarit called Roland and kept it in his mind, but did not ask.
After hearing Joseph's reply, Kakarit paused and frowned slightly.
He was also aware of the problem with calling Roland.
But unlike Joseph's cautiousness, Kakarit directly asked without any scruples: "What did you just call His Majesty Roland?"
"I said, Your Highness - this is the title His Highness Roland asked us to use."
Joseph replied calmly: "Of course, he also said that we can call him by his first name, because we are brothers under the glorious blessing of our mentor, and our status is equal."
"Your Majesty's mercy and humility are no reason for your rudeness. Joseph," a trace of displeasure flashed across Kakarit's face. "Don't forget your identity."
"I haven't forgotten... so I still have to call him your highness, because Roland is the one who redeemed us in the name of the mentor. He is like the mentor's child and the brother of all of us... Kakarit, you have to
You know, my devotion to my mentor is by no means inferior to yours."
Joseph sighed softly, buried his head deeply, and stopped looking at Kakarit.
He stared at the ground and murmured in a very soft voice: "I have been saved by my mentor three times in my life. On the third time, my mentor healed my feelings and allowed me to come back from that endless cold world.
.I swore that I would follow her all my life, until forever."
"I admit that His Highness Roland is a great man. He will become the greatest pope I have ever seen - the most valuable thing is that he has never been satisfied with his achievements. He...has been growing. He
He is proud of his enemies, but always has a humble heart towards the world. I believe that he will become the brightest pearl under the mentor."
Joseph was generous with his compliments to Roland, but Kakarit's expression darkened little by little.
"You mean...Joseph..."
A hint of unspeakable anger suddenly rose on Kakarit's face: "Are you only serving the mentor, not His Majesty Roland? If the position of the Pope were changed to another person now, you would serve him as well as His Majesty Roland.
What!"
"...I want to ask you what you mean, Kakarit."
Joseph suddenly raised his head. His silver-gray mirror-like eyes stared at Kakarit coldly: "Are you saying that Roland is bigger than his mentor?"
"His Majesty Roland is the embodiment of a mentor!"
Kakarit looked at Joseph condescendingly and spoke clearly in a high-pitched voice: "Isn't it true? The one who rescued us from the hands of the false god was our mentor, but he was also His Majesty Roland."
Kakarit's clear and melodious voice resounded in the cemetery at dusk: "I can think of it this way - His Majesty Roland is the extension of the mentor. He is the successor of the mentor. He is by no means just a person.
Buttons that can be changed at will... The mentor wants to save us in the name of His Majesty Roland. His Majesty Roland will personally implement it."
"So, I think that His Majesty Roland should have the same type of holiness as the Master. He should establish his country...a country where only the religions under the glory of the Master exist."
But Kakarit’s words instantly angered Joseph——
"Kakarit, pay attention to your identity!"
Joseph stared at Joseph closely with his silver-grey pupils, lowered his voice and said word for word: "You are a disciple of the mentor, not a disciple of Roland!"
Kakarit was about to retort, but in the end he seemed to have thought of something and forcefully suppressed his words.
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time before Kakarit spoke again: "The purpose of my coming here this time is very simple. I just hope to help His Majesty Roland establish the Holy See."
Kakarit said calmly: "The believers who follow me are very eager to know our teachings and have their own church. I came here this time to confirm this with His Majesty Roland. At least I must first send the scriptures
Take it back."
"You don't need to worry about the Holy See's affairs. Roland has his own thoughts... But he is compiling a canon..."
After calming down, Joseph deliberately did not mention the previous unhappiness, but seriously considered: "Let His Highness Roland ask about the mentor's ideas first. I heard His Highness Roland say before that he planned to wait until the church is taken down before considering this.
It's nothing...but judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to be worried about it."
"Yes."
Kakkarite nodded: "When I was praying before, my mentor mentioned the book "Teachings" to me... She said that this book is a scripture compiled by her followers a thousand years ago. If the believers want the scripture
If you want, you can ask him for it."
"What about His Majesty Roland?"
"He went to Fararu's place to make arrangements. Elucard also went with him."
"That's it..."
At this point, Kakarit suddenly remembered something and casually mentioned to Joseph: "By the way, Joseph. I developed a few more believers on the way here, and I asked them to come to you.
...It will arrive in about a week.”
Joseph frowned slightly when he heard this.
"I'm afraid this place will fall into chaos and plague soon... Can you call them over now? I can't take care of them, and I can't teach them any magic."
"No problem. They are all druids. They have already accepted the mentor's inspiration and can all use prayer. They just can't find the organization." At this point, Kakarit couldn't help but show a warm smile. "
One of the female druid has even advanced to become a death crow."
"oh?"
Joseph's eyes lit up.
He couldn't help but praise: "Well done... I'm afraid she can help a lot. By the way, what's her name?"
"Farina."
Kakarit repeated with a smile: "Farina...she has abandoned her previous surname. But she is now a Silver-level Death Crow."
"That's really great."
Chapter completed!