Chapter 59: The Holy Church Begins to Move
Main Gulusis, while on patrol in the forest, suddenly received a telepathic message and was thrown into confusion.
"Huh? What’s wrong?"
His comrades, the guards, all voiced their concern.
Such peaceful guys. They don’t doubt that he is Main. For some time now, Gulusis has also harbored the illusion that they are true comrades.
"It’s nothing."
He replied, calming them down.
Nothing, indeed, but it was a huge matter.
The content of the telepathic message he just received.
(Gulusis! This is an emergency. If anything happens, act on your own judgment from now on!
It’s a battle from now on. If we win, I’ll contact you again. Until then, you’re free!)
Something has definitely happened.
It was the first time he heard the "voice" of the Demon King Carion, who is usually so composed, sound flustered. Who is the opponent?
It was regrettable that he knew nothing.
What should he do? Even if he wanted to make a judgment, he had no means.
He tried to send a telepathic message several times, but the other side did not respond.
While trying not to show his agitation to his comrades, Gulusis’s heart was filled with unease.
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Upon receiving the report, Demon King Clayman’s face lit up with joy.
It was Mirim, whom he had sent to persuade Carion, who seemed to have ended up in a battle for some reason.
That’s fine. Clearly, a disobedient Demon King is better off on the enemy’s side.
According to the reporter, she had overwhelming combat power, defeated Carion, and destroyed the entire castle.
The reporter, Frey, said this while elegantly sipping tea.
In addition to Frey, the Main he raised and sent as a spy also reported the same thing.
There was no room for doubt.
The Demon King Carion was dead. And he, Clayman, had obtained the "absolute power" (Mirim Nava) that even the powerful Carion could not stand against.
The Ten Demon Kings who rule the Demon World.
Among them, three, including himself, have united, and one has disappeared.
Moreover, the death of the Demon King Carion would be good propaganda, as it would serve as a threat to the absolute power.
"Heheh. This is all going well. Just as planned."
"Really? I’m glad I could help."
Frey got up, saying this with a lack of genuine enthusiasm.
"I’m going back. What about Mirim? She seems to be excited from the battle, and the Main who was taking care of her was torn to pieces?"
Clayman frowned and looked at Frey.
"You can take care of her. After all, she’s a friend, isn’t she?
I’ll take responsibility. Please take her away. I don’t want my castle to be destroyed."
Frey shook his head, saying, "I don’t want my house to be destroyed either. But, it’s probably useless to say that, isn’t it?"
"It’s fortunate that you understand. Please go!"
His attitude already treated Frey as an inferior.
It was the way he treated a subordinate.
Frey did not show any displeasure. He glanced at Clayman with a cold look and left the place.
After confirming that Frey had left, Clayman smiled.
Everything was going smoothly.
All according to "His" plan.
While not as certain as executing a prophecy, he had proceeded with appropriate thoughts regarding the events that had occurred.
According to the original plan, he intended to designate an Orc Lord as a new Demon King and manipulate the Demon Kings by supporting him.
A plan to unify their statements by aligning their understanding. Even if it failed, there would be no loss.
However, upon learning about the appearance of a suspicious monster and the village it had built, he revised the plan to utilize these events.
The bait of aligning their understanding remained, but the plan was to use the monsters as bait.
Fortunately, the most powerful Demon King was involved.
Clayman stood up and blocked the surroundings with multiple barriers.
As always, he gave a regular report.
To the one he trusted.
To the true master to whom he had sworn loyalty...
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After joining the guard, Mu-Lan’s daily life became very busy.
Her duties as a sorceress were not that busy. Occasionally, someone would ask her to teach them magic.
She would teach simple curses. Originally, before becoming a Main, she was a witch. Teaching spells used by humans was very easy.
What was busy was her other duty, the role of an advisor.
She thought it was wrong to be an advisor as a newcomer...
(Believing in a Main, one should have a limit to being nice!)
If she said it out loud, it would probably sound like that.
Giving orders to the troops, negotiating with the village’s monsters, and reporting to the commander—she did everything.
It wouldn’t be unreasonable to think that she should be given a break.
However, along with the complaints, there was a sense of fulfillment.
After a long time of interacting with people, she recalled feelings she had forgotten.
And,
"Mu-Lan, are you done? Give me an answer already!"
She looked at the man who was courting her, Yowm.
At first, when he intruded into the guard, she felt his gaze and was on guard, but Gulusis said he didn’t feel anything.
What’s going on? When she looked, the source of the gaze was Yowm. When their eyes met, he awkwardly turned away.
But recently, he has been courting her not only in attitude but also in words.
He said,
"I love you. Go out with me! I promise I’ll make you happy, no matter what!"
It was a straightforward declaration.
Usually, he seems frivolous, but his roots are serious. He hasn’t made a move yet.
When she was a young lady, about 700 years ago, she doesn’t remember much. She has no memories of interacting with humans.
Honestly, for her, love is an unknown experience.
Anxiety outweighs joy. Moreover...
(Make me happy... My heart is in Clayman’s hands.
It’s impossible! Moreover...
How can a human who will die soon love me?)
In the end, she postponed her answer.
Reject him! Her reason told her, but for some reason, she couldn’t muster the courage to do so.
After 400 years as a Main, this was the first time she felt such anxiety.
Suddenly, Clayman’s telepathic message reached her.
To Mu-Lan, Clayman is not an object of loyalty.
If possible, she wouldn’t hesitate to attack him in his sleep. However, she didn’t think such an opportunity would arise with the unpredictable Demon King.
Thinking back to the last report, Clayman seemed unusually pleased, which made her feel uncomfortable.
He must have come up with something malicious again. That’s what she thought.
Unfortunately, she had no way to refuse. The only thing she could do was not rebel outwardly.
Even if someone else suffered, it wouldn’t save her. The feeling of discomfort was a familiar trend.
Suddenly, a telepathic message reached her.
(You look healthy. Thanks to the information you brought, things are going extremely smoothly here.
You’ve done a great job.
However, I’ve been thinking that it might be time to return the heart you’re holding.)
It was a sudden statement.
Mu-Lan felt excited but didn’t rush.
The other side was a Demon King, a manipulative puppeteer who could deceive even his subordinates.
(Yes! Thank you!)
She gave a safe response.
(You don’t need to be on guard. Actually, I have one more task for you at the end.
Enjoy your life until then. Until then.)
The one-sided message ended.
Is this a trap? But there’s no way to confirm.
As always, the only thing she could do was follow the orders.
However, if he really freed her...
(Can I accept him?)
With a mix of anxiety and slight anticipation, Mu-Lan resumed her actions as if nothing had happened.
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Hinata Sakaguchi opened her eyes from a nap-like sleep.
Nicolaus, who had been diligently taking care of her, brought her coffee.
"Oh, you’re awake?"
Nicolaus Schupfert, the Cardinal of the Holy Theocracy of Ruberios, the only sacred and inviolable Pope, and the man who practically reigns at the top of the Western Holy Church.
When dealing with Hinata, he follows her like a loyal dog.
Last night, in the same bed, he was asked to be her partner.
Seeing him lick her entire body without tiring,
(He really is like a dog...)
That’s what Hinata thought.
He worships her.
As if she were a goddess or a saint. Hinata thinks he’s a foolish man.
(I eat and excrete. I age as I get older.
I’m not beautiful forever. He’s just seeing an illusion.)
If he wants her body, she can give it to him. It’s easy.
She doesn’t think her body is worth that much, but if he wants it, he can have it.
To her, her body is just a means of persuasion. It has no equal value.
Of course, she has physical desires. She’s not asexual. So what?
She doesn’t feel anything when she allows a man she doesn’t like to touch her. But she wouldn’t allow a man she dislikes to touch her.
In the end,
(In the end, do I not hate Nicolaus? Is that it?)
She can’t understand it herself. That’s the reality.
"Here, breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat?"
Suddenly, she felt a burst of laughter.
Nicolaus preparing breakfast for someone else is unimaginable.
Anyone who knows him would describe Nicolaus as a proud, harsh, and heartless man wearing a saint’s mask.
"Sure, I’ll eat. Thanks."
Hinata said this casually, and Nicolaus nodded happily.
They had breakfast.
It was the first time in a long while that she thought the meal was delicious.
"Right, right. I have a report for you. It’s information just brought by a spy."
After finishing the meal and resting, Nicolaus spoke to Hinata, as if he couldn’t help but catch her attention.
Hinata, proud of her black hair, brushed it to the sides and looked at Nicolaus.
Picking up the round glasses on the table and putting them on,
"Should I listen?"
She asked succinctly.
She is the "Pope’s Direct Guard Knight" and the Holy Knight Commander, a beautiful woman.
Her usual calm and composed demeanor was on her face.
The break was over.
The information Nicolaus brought.
The chaos caused by the monsters in the Jura Great Forest and the village they built.
And the report that some countries have started trading with the monsters.
"What? This turns the church’s belief that monsters are a common enemy of humanity upside down..."
Nicolaus agreed with Hinata’s muttering.
"Yes. What will you do?"
"Hmm... That’s true..."
Hinata thought.
It’s easy to crush them. But if there’s no just cause, the people’s hearts will turn away.
At least, if it were before humans started interacting with them, she would have crushed them and ended it.
"Now, we can only observe the situation.
However, investigate the village’s strength and secure the power to destroy it!
As the church, we can’t move until we receive a request from somewhere.
Well, if there’s no request, we’ll just have to create a situation where a request is necessary..."
She concluded.
Hearing this, Nicolaus agreed.
"I’ll have the ones I’ve raised investigate!
I’ll even move the church’s 'Blood Shadow' if necessary!"
The Blood Shadow is a fallen knight. They have high combat power but are mad killers who murder civilians.
They are a few fanatics who swear loyalty only to God, the Pope, and the church.
However, their skills are top-notch, and the church can’t dispose of them.
To Hinata, they are nauseating, insane beings.
To the rationalist Hinata, blindly believing in God is a symbol of foolishness.
For such a Hinata to be the guardian of God’s justice was a grand irony.
"Got it? Then, I’ll leave it to you. Please don’t overdo it and don’t forget to educate them."
It’s not time to move yet.
She’ll entrust the information gathering. And perhaps, she can create a trigger.
Thinking this, she made her decision.
As a result, the bloodthirsty mad dogs were unleashed.