The crimson sunset light shines through the glass ceiling, becoming dim and thin, unable to illuminate the surrounding space at all.∷∷,
In Frankfurt's Dome Cathedral, which is inaccessible only if summoned by the Pope, eleven people sat around a round table, arguing fiercely about something.
They were wearing darker red bishop's robes and shoulder straps around their necks. Their average age was over sixty years old, and the youngest one looked to be in his forties, with some wrinkles already appearing at the corners of his eyes.
In Bansa, they used to be the most noble group of people besides the Queen and Jupiter IV. But now there is nothing noble in their actions.
They pounded the table, yelled, cursed, and sneered. Except that they didn't actually fight, they were no different from a group of businessmen haggling in the vegetable market.
"Impossible! What are you still delusional about? The previous lessons are not enough? You must not summon saints again! That will only make the situation worse!"
The cardinal, who seemed to be the youngest, emphasized loudly: "Our saints are not as powerful as those dead old guys. But what else can they do besides praying? Can they handle diocesan affairs? They know that today's Thailand
Is your teaching already on the verge of danger? No! They won’t! They only know how to die for the glory of Tire! Because they know they can’t die!”
"What do you still want to deny! What do you still want to deny!" A white-haired old man stood up tremblingly, his voice hoarse and his fingers trembling, "Are you going to deny the existence of the saint as well? You want to deny it?
Are you also denying your faith in Tyre? You traitors! Heretics! Heretics! Wizards!”
"Fuck the saint! Do you know what the madman made the Holy City look like?" An old and strong bishop finally couldn't help it and lifted the collar of the skinny old man: "Do you know what you are talking about?
? Summon saints on a large scale and hand over the rights? Are you going to let a group of dead people from hundreds of years ago, a group of undead who are behind the times, a group of madmen who know nothing but faith to save us? No! They are just weapons! There is no Jupiter
As long as His Majesty King Te IV is here, they are just bombs that can get out of control at any time, and they will only lead us to hell!"
"You deserve to go to hell!! You devil who has forgotten the teachings of Tyr! Coward! Murderer!"
The skinny old man stared at the strong old man as if giving a speech, almost jumping on his feet and shouting at the top of his lungs: "What else are you going to do! You killed the saint of Tire! This is blasphemy! You killed it with your own hands today
If you die Saint Mochas, you will give up the glory of Tire tomorrow! When the blade is placed on your neck, you can spit on the ground and insult Tire with the devils who deserve to go to hell."
"Be careful! Bishop Chryses!"
A middle-aged man with blond hair and a slight baldness stood up with a frown. While interrupting the old man, he reached out and took the collar of the skinny old man from the strong old man's hand: "And you, Osei
Bishop Si, please do not use force here."
Looking at the middle-aged man, the skinny old man's lips trembled and his eyes became angrier. The sticky golden holy fire almost overflowed from his eyes: "Kasaka...do you support them too? You want to
Do you support these blasphemers?"
"Calm down, Chryses!"
An old man with golden round glasses and gray hair tugged at Bishop Crises' clothes from behind and pressed his shoulders hard with both hands: "Saint Mokas did do something he shouldn't have done... one of them
So it’s not unreasonable.”
"Lord Saint Mocas just wants the confused believers to regain their faith!"
"Is that called regaining faith? He wants to become the Pope!"
The strong old man was so angry that he almost trembled: "What is this? What is this! Without Thiel's appointment, without the approval of the College of Cardinals, and without the appointment of the previous pope, he will become the pope? Why does he? He
What did you do?"
"Enough!"
A silver-haired old man with bulging cheekbones and thin lips frowned and interrupted them: "It's a farce! There must be a limit to your love of power! Even the idea of Lord Saint Mokas trying to become the Pope is indeed inappropriate.
, but you are just making nonsense! We are priests and those who kneel down to worship the Holy Spirit, how can there be any reason to kill the saint? I think you are simply possessed by the devil!"
"Oh? Really?"
Kasaka sneered: "Then you mean, we should all be executed by injection of money? Then you, who are not possessed by the devil, can only become the new pope. What a pitiful and strong person! Only
You can save everyone from dire straits.”
"Oh, what do you mean by being so weird!"
"You know what I mean, Bishop Guderian."
Kasaka stood nearly two meters tall in front of Guderian. Guderian was almost completely shrouded in shadow: "You think I don't know what you are doing in the city? You spend more than ten dollars every day.
When you were young, you went to have secret conversations with those district bishops who had escaped from the crisis. Could it be that you were just trying to soothe their tired and frightened hearts and bodies?"
"No matter what, you must never summon a saint again."
Finally, the old man wearing glasses concluded: "Without the restraint of Jupiter IV, the saints are really too dangerous. They are out of touch with the times. They don't even know the current situation. They have to follow the rules they had during their lifetimes."
The scariest thing about acting by experience is that we haven’t been able to stop them.”
"Frankfurt is on the verge of collapse, folks."
A bishop, covering his forehead and lying on the table with a painful and gloomy look, whispered in a low voice, with a lifeless tone in his voice: "No matter which saint it is... I can't think of the possibility that they can turn the situation around."
Suddenly, under the dim sunset light, there was a dead silence in the dome cathedral.
Finally, the sun completely set and they fell into silent darkness.
"…So, what should we do?"
After a moment of silence, a person asked in the darkness: "No one has the ability, rights, or qualifications to stand up at this time, and no one can convince the crowd."
"No, wait, everyone."
Kasaka suddenly said: "The Department of Sky Vision reported yesterday that a priest from Tire appeared in the south. He carried out a magical attack on the temple of Ra... It is a bishop-level magical spell, and its power is infinitely close to that of the Pope."
"So? Let a little-known pastor who became famous overnight be used as a puppet? Then we can't decide to pay attention, so we ask him to make a ruling? Haha, what a good idea." A voice full of ridicule sounded faintly.
"...The priest's hand bears the ring of Jupiter IV."
Kasaka answered unhurriedly.
Suddenly, there was deathly silence in the dome church.
"……no."
Someone objected: "He has papal authority, and we cannot interfere with his decisions at all... He can even kill all those who oppose him in an instant. What is the difference between this and summoning a saint?"
"No, there is a difference."
Kasaka narrowed his eyes, and the light from the ashes flashed away: "No one can interfere with the status of a saint, and a saint can only interfere with his status... But if it is only the authority of the Pope, I hope you still remember that there is a
The individual also has papal-level authority and cannot be interfered by the ring...and he is upright enough, powerful, and has a long-standing reputation. He and the guy holding the papal ring can restrain each other."
"...You mean, Bishop Xiela?"
"Exactly. Besides, will the priest who inherits the authority of the Pope also inherit the thoughts and stance of Jupiter IV? You probably still remember what Bishop Xila said."
"He said he wanted to declare war with the Pope." (To be continued.)