Chapter 3: The Movement of the Holy See and the Reappearance of the Knights
Holy See
"Has the investigation into the last collective curse incident been clear?"
In a slightly dark room, a richly dressed old man was asking the man half-kneeling in front of him.
"Yes! Your Majesty the Pope."
The half-kneeling man lowered his head respectfully.
"Lolayla's team detected the fluctuations of the 'god statue', and after arriving at the scene of the incident, they were collectively succumbed to the curse that was lurking there."
Hearing such a report, the old man as the Pope suddenly cheered up.
"'Idol'?! Where was the wave found?"
"This is the place where the 'god statue' suddenly disappeared last year."
The half-kneeling man quickly made a report.
"Is it the boundary of the English Puritans? Didn't it alarm them?"
The Pope frowned and seemed a little dissatisfied with the news.
"No. After the incident, we have explained to the other party that it was an attack by enemies of the Holy See. Moreover, the other party does not know the real information about the 'statue'. Therefore, the other party has no reason not to believe it."
The half-kneeling man answered in the affirmative, and he was still fully confident in the handling of this incident.
"That's good. Send the Rivera team immediately to carry out the task of recovering the 'god statue'."
The Pope nodded, he still believed in his subordinate's ability to do things.
"Wait a minute."
At this moment, a female voice with a strong sense of majesty came into the room.
"Your Excellency Sophia, why are you out?!"
After hearing this voice, the Pope, as the highest authority in the Holy See, actually became a little frightened.
"I'm here to stop you from giving stupid orders."
As the footsteps came closer, a graceful figure walked out of the shadows of the room.
"Do you still think that the 'god statue' is still the little mouse that could only run away?"
Then with unquestionable words, a fair and bright face emerged from the shadows.
"God has given me a hint. The 'Idol' is no longer the same as before. This time she has returned with revenge."
The prophet who listens to the voice of God - Archbishop Sofia Ella Clatilana, is the black hand who destroyed the Knights of the Guardian of the Icon a hundred years ago. For her who has been given a special stigma, she can survive until
It’s not surprising now. And her appearance and body have not changed at all. In her words, this is a gift from God.
However, not many people know of her existence. Basically, only the popes of the Roman Orthodox Church and some members of the ANBU.
"Let the people of the 'Knights' move out."
After finally saying these words, Sophia turned around and walked back to the shadows.
"Your Excellency Sophia! Do you mean that by the 'Knights'?"
The expressions on the Pope's face were constantly changing, ranging from surprise, surprise, and extremely weird.
"That's the one."
As the words fell, Sophia's footsteps also disappeared at the same moment.
"...Go down. Tell Al and others to take action."
The Pope pondered for a while and waved his hand to the half-kneeling man.
"Al?! That... is! I understand! Your Majesty the Pope!"
Hearing the word "El", the half-kneeling man seemed to have thought of something. After being surprised for a moment, he quickly responded respectfully. Because he only needed to obey the orders. If he wanted to live a long life, there would be little else to do.
Don't worry about it... no, don't worry about it.
…
Late at night, on London's Big Ben, there was an unimaginable pair sitting on the edge of the clock tower overlooking the city scenery.
Penglai, who was lying on top of his master's head, lost interest after taking a few glances at the spirit of the city.
"Master, what should we do next?"
"have no idea."
Hearing this, Ilia shook her head.
"I don't know? Master, you don't have any plans, do you?"
Penglai was taken aback, lying down a little, hanging his head upside down, staring into Ilia's eyes and asking incredulously.
"I'm thinking about the plan now. But isn't the purpose obvious?"
Illya flicked Penglai's little head twice, driving her back to the top of her head from in front of her.
"Do you want revenge on the Holy See?"
Penglai tilted her little head and asked. Regarding these things, the master still told her some things.
"No! What happened back then was basically that woman's personal behavior. I will not vent my anger on the entire Holy See. What's more, there are not many people of that generation left now. Do I have nothing to do with them?
Will descendants take revenge for what has been done?”
Illya shook her head again. It was not her character to express her anger at others.
"Well, besides, we don't need to go find that woman now. The plot will begin soon. It seems that I came back at the right time. Is this inevitable or accidental..."
Ilia's face brightened at first and then became calm again.
"Hmm?! This, isn't this the contact method I gave the Knights back then?"
At this time, a shining white paper crane stopped in front of Illya.
"This is the descendant of the Knights?! It turns out that the Knights were not disbanded after that time? But why didn't I get any news? Also, what did the Holy See think? It actually allowed the Knights to remain in existence to this day."
After unfolding the paper crane and reading the content above, Ilia's face was full of doubts.
"There's something weird... Humph! Just go and see what's going on and you'll know. Now I don't have any reason to be afraid."
With that said, Illya stood up. With a slight step, she jumped from the edge of the clock tower. Then, when she was halfway down the tower, a black light flashed, and Illya's figure disappeared.
…
A petite guest came to the door of a small church on the outskirts of an Italian city.
"Penglai, you go back to origin-logic first."
Illya looked at the half-open door of the church, grabbed Penglai who was lying on her shoulder, and took out Origin-Logic.
"Oh?! Why! Master!"
Obviously, Penglai was very dissatisfied with this decision and kept twisting in Ilia's hands trying to escape.
"Be obedient! I always feel that something strange happened this time. And I also have a bad premonition. If something unexpected happens, I may not be able to take care of you."
Ilia frowned, her expression very serious.
"It's okay, Master. I can take care of myself! If anything happens, someone is here who can help Master!"
As soon as he saw Ilia's attitude, Penglai quickly changed to a coquettish one.
"Don't lie. You are not a complete body yet. Besides, who said the same thing when traveling through space. As a result, you had to hide in origin-logic to take refuge halfway?
Be good! Don’t make things difficult for me.”
After Ilia finished speaking with a serious face, she touched Penglai's little head to comfort her.
"Well... I understand. Master, you have to be careful what you say."
Penglai knew that once the matter was decided, Illya would never change it. So he obediently pressed his little hand on the cover of Origin-Logic.
"Just be obedient. However, this is just my hunch. Besides, even if something happens, with my strength, nothing can threaten my existence. Just rest assured and wait for me to call you out again.
Already."
As Illya flicked her finger, Origin-Logic emitted a flash of light, and Penglai disappeared.
"Okay. Let me see what's going on."
The moment the church door opens.
"Welcome to Your Highness the Saint."
Two rows of knights in solemn and neat uniforms, and a man who looked like a leader among them, all knelt down respectfully.
"This is……"
Ilia's eyes widened in surprise. She originally thought this was a conspiracy by the Holy See, but she never expected such a situation.
However, perhaps because things developed unexpectedly, Ilia did not notice that the cross on the pedestal in the chapel was quietly emitting a faint light.