Helmut was blankly staring into space while lying down on his sofa.
In front of him, several priests in black clothing stood waiting. The room was distastefully overwhelmed with the scent of aroma, but it wasnât like the priests could say anything about it.
All they could hope for is for the current storm to peacefully pass by.
By Helmutâs foot, one black priest was on the ground pleading.
It was the black priest that heâd sent to threaten the saintress. Ignoring the fact that he failed to do what he was told, the priest was now trying to persuade the Pope about something.
âYour highness, by any means Iâm not declining your demand. Itâs justâŠâŠ.â
âIf not declining what it is?â
âThis saintress is no ordinary saintress, your highness.â
The black priest said with conviction. The Pope turned to gaze at the other priests. Most were expressionless but a few had snide grins on their faces while looking down at their fellow pleading priest.
As doctrine interrogators that have gone through and heard about all kinds of insidious acts, it was a natural reaction.
In his wildest dreams, Helmut could not have imagined that a black priest would stand up to him.
âI saw it. Felt it. This saintress is different from the past dolls that we had control over. From her eyes and voice, I felt the emperorâs will. While I did think for a second that maybe an evil spirit has possessed her, the thought absolutely disappeared upon seeing her open the veil of benevolence.â
âHmmâŠ.â
âYour highness, please consider withdrawing your request about the saintress. And hear what she has to say. I have no doubt she will be helpful for the churâŠâŠâŠâ
The black priest didnât get to end his sentence. He clutched his throat as if he was being strangled. There was no sound of gagging.
The other priests who were looking on already knew that his life was over. The black priest spastically wriggled on the ground and then a tumor popped up from his hand.
Then, everywhere on his body, circular sores and tumors started to appear.
Not before long, he was completely covered with giant lumps of sores and tumors. To the point where it was hard to even see that he was human.
But still alive, he weakly wriggled about.
âThrow this traitor into the dungeon cell.â
Helmut pointed with his chin as if he couldnât even be bothered to point. Being intoxicated in aroma allowed one to calm their mind and erase other smells, but it also made them lethargic.
Without a word, a few priests began dragging their fellow comrade out whoâd been turned into a giant tumor.
Helmut turned his gaze at the remaining priests.
âAnything else to add or ask?â
âIs it true that the veil of benevolence was opened?â
Helmut shook his head at the question.
âWhile a guard saw her venture out during the night, nobody saw her going to the palace. To add to that, she hasnât left the cathedral since that night. So to answer your question, no but nothing is for certain.â
But in everyoneâs mind, they knew this was too far fetched to be considered a lie.
âEven if the veil of benevolence had been opened, itâs not your concern anyways. You guys are the guardians of the church. If I find something that may be harmful to the church, shouldnât it be your job to go and erase this error with your knives?â
âIt is as you say, your highness.â
The black priests answered without hesitation. Helmut liked what he heard back.
The black priests were a group that heâd formed by picking only those that would be loyal to Helmut himself.
While it was unexpected to see the saintress successfully turning one of them against him, all this did was reconfirm that the saintress was truly a danger to him.
If she could turn black priests to her side, it was only a matter of time before she could do the same to everyone else.
Helmut made up his mind.
âFind the saintress. Cut her tongue or make her commit suicide. Itâs happened many times with previous saintresses so the public shouldnât be all that surprised.â
*****
At the outskirts of the cathedral stood an orphanage that was a school at the same time.
Called the âcradleâ, many children from around the empire were brought here to be taught the ways of the church. The talented few were turned into priests and those not were only sent back out after they were deemed loyal to the church. Eve was also a product from the âcradleâ.
âIâm having these gapsâŠ.Its been happening more often.â
âItâs because youâre under too much stress. Being a saintress is of the highest honor but its hard work. Plus it requires you to meet that perverted Pope too often.â
At Eveâs grumbling, Lua, a young apprentice priest replied back.
Eve had known Lua from their days at the cradle before sheâd been selected as the saintress. She had been one of the children that Eve had personally raised.
While there was a big age gap, Lua thought of Eve like her older sister.
Eve laughed at Luaâs words but quickly hid her lips.
âLua, you canât be going around saying that. Youâll be in trouble if the Pope hears this.â
âDo you think heâll do something perverted to someone young as me? Although, hmmâŠâŠ personally I think he will. Heâs that vile.â
Lua continued to curse at the Pope.
On one hand, Eve was restless about having this conversation, but on the other hand, her mouth was itching to agree and speak out. After becoming the saintress, those that sheâd come into contact with were mostly servants of the Pope so it was hard to find people that she could freely discuss anything with.
Eve held Luaâs hand and looked back at the path that led back to her dormitory.
In the past, this was a place that sheâd gotten bored of, from being at the place so often, but now she missed it.
Opportunities to be with Lua were scarce. She always made sure to visit her whenever she happened to visit the cradle.
âIn truth, Iâm happy that Eve nim got to be the saintress, but it also feels a bit weird to think that Eve nim is the saintress. SaintressâŠâŠ.hmm, isnât she someone thatâs exquisite, divine and everything else?â
âItâs strange for me too. I donât think Iâm well suited for the position.â
âThatâs not true. Others have been saying that Eve nim has changed for the better after becoming the saintress. That youâve become more amazing.
But to me Eve nim is still the same Eve nim. Iâm hoping someday we can call you sister Eve like weâve always done.â
Eve smiled bitterly. She had also noticed that others were treating her differently. Respectfully but with a tint of fear. These gazes were foreign to Eve. A young orphan girl from the cradle being treated with respect, just because she became a saintressâŠâŠ.Even Paladin knights that had ignored her in the past were bowing and showing respect.
But for some reason, Eve felt that they were showing respect not to her, but to someone else.
âMaybe itâs related to the gaps Iâve been having in my memories.â
Upon hearing what had happened during her ceremony, a âmessageâ had been delivered from her mouth. And that it was about Hiveden.
Eve didnât have any memories of this. Furthermore, recently she was experiencing amnesia more often. For example, once she had been bathing and suddenly sheâd be lying down on her bed in her clothes.
Eve couldnât help but be scared. She couldnât remember what she had been doing during those gaps.
âAlright, Iâm off. Eve nim! See you next time.â
Upon reaching her dormitory, Lua waved goodbye and headed off. For a long time, Eve stood and waived back. Once Lua disappeared, Eve quietly made her way towards her room. Two assistant female priests of hers that were waiting, followed behind.
As the sun started to set, shadows created from pillars were stretching far and beyond.
A quiet scenery.
Then, Eve suddenly felt a weird feeling. She was at a corridor that didnât house much activity but it was the first time she saw it being void of people.
Feeling a bit puzzled, she turned back to see if anyone was to her back, but upon doing so all she found was her two assistant priests promptly exiting as they shut the door.
âHuh?â
Eve was left alone inside the corridor. She felt a sense of foreboding.
Right on queue, behind the giant pillars, several people wearing black priest clothing walked on over and surrounded Eve.
In their hands were staff and daggers that were glistening in the sunset.
Eve felt as if she couldnât breathe. She had a hunch that no one would come to her aid even if she screamed out loud.
âPlâŠplease donât do thisâŠâŠâ
Her legs were shaking. The black priests mutely approached her.
A female priest with a pale face wearing black clothing walked to her side. She slowly held out a dagger to Eve.
Eve felt as if she was going to faint.
The female priest flicked the dagger around and displayed the handle at Eve.
âCut it.â
âEuhhgeghâŠ.Sorry?â
âYour tongue or your throat. Iâll let you choose. If you cut your tongue the Pope will allow you to keep your life.â
Eve wanted to scream. Tears fell from her eyes. What sin had she committed.
She hadnât done anything to oppose him. She had done what he had asked and stayed still when he wanted to let out his frustration on her. So why?
âIf you canât do it yourself, then choose. Iâll help you do it.â
Eve quickly scanned her surroundings.
There was nobody to call out for help, nowhere for her to run. The twelve black priests had her completely surrounded.
But then, she noticed someone that wasnât wearing black clothing.
A man in shabby clothing, holding a bucket and a mop.
No doubt a janitor that worked in the cathedral. Following the saintressâs gaze, upon noticing the figure the priests all contorted their eyebrows.
âWhat? I told them to not let anyone else in.â
âAmateurs. Sloppy as alwaysâŠâŠ..Send him out before itâs too late.â
A black priest holding a staff walked over to the janitor. The janitor blankly stared at the black priests as if he couldnât understand what they had been trying to do.
Even now, Eve desperately wanted to call out to him for help. The female priest moved her dagger onto Eveâs throat, tickling it.
âDo anything stupid and Iâll make sure you experience something worse than death.â
Eve couldnât move. The black priest holding the staff tore into the janitor.
âDoctrine interrogation work here. Find somewhere else to clean!â
But the janitor didnât move an inch. He stood by and continued to blankly stare at the black priests. The priestâs eyebrows twitched.
Using the end of his staff, he shoved the janitorâs chest.
âAre you deaf? I told you to get going!â
âMy priests, what could be a reason for you to conduct work while holding a knife inside the cathedral?â
The janitor opened his mouth for the first time. The face of the priest holding the staff distorted. Looks were exchanged between the other priests.
âYour useless eyes and tongue have just cost you your life.â
The priest swung his staff down at the janitor.
His staff had been able to dent iron so it could comfortably smash a personâs head open. Eve who looked on, clamped her hands over her mouth.
But the staff didnât even reach the janitor.
âWhat?â
The black priest was swinging with nothing in his hand. For some reason, the staff was tightly held in the janitorâs hand.
The janitor had whipped a rag around the staff and cooly snatched it into his hand.
Then, the event that followed went by in a flash.
The janitor again whipped his rag around the black priestâs neck and face then pulled hard.
The black priestâs body spun into the air before smashing head first onto the ground.
The priest fainted with his mouth still open.
Realising that this janitor wasnât an ordinary opponent, the other priests all rushed in at once.
It was over as soon as it started.
Every black priest that had just been surrounding Eve was left moaning and rolling on the ground.
Broken bones and disjointment, no one had been killed.
As a last resort, the female priest who had been interrogating Eve tried to hold her hostage, but before she could do anything, a bucket came flying into her head, knocking her unconscious.
âWhatâŠ, how is thisâŠâŠâ
Wearing a dumbfounded expression, Eve looked at the janitor. In no less than 10 seconds, he had them all sprayed on the ground and yet he looked as relaxed as he could be. Then, with eyes filled with half curious half respect, he began staring at Eve.
Having this unknown figure stare at her with those eyes, Eve felt a bit uncomfortable. After managing to calm her heart down, she carefully asked.
âWh..who could you be?â
âWho? Wasnât it you that commanded me to protect you?â
âCo, commanded? Me!?â
The janitor nodded. Then he pulled out his finger resting in his pocket. Eveâs eyes widened upon seeing what was on it.
A ring that was the symbol of the imperial guard.
âMy name is Renri Loen, Captain of the imperial guard. The emperor has commanded me to protect you.â
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