I am the Monarch

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"Phew."

Cardinal Herbert took a deep breath while sitting on a soft chair.

I was exhausted by the long journey.

"Fools."

He frowns, recalling what happened in the palace.

I have heard many times that the Church of Devesis in the east of the Grains is not the same as it used to be, but it was the first time today.

"I need to summon all the priests and shut down the Temple to wake up......."

The role of the temples and priests of Devesis was not limited to the religious part.

It occupied important positions in a variety of fields, including the treatment of those who were ill with divine power, the care of the poor, and the role of teaching and leading different studies.

"I think you stepped away too easily."

The elder of the Monks, Chicago, gives you a worried expression.

Herbert shakes his hand with a faint smile.

"Don't worry about it. There's still plenty of time."

It was utterly peaceful.

With a brief sigh, she looks at her colleagues, Monk, and the priests.

The other three didn't look so good.

"By the way......."

Herbert sits in a chair and looks inside the banquet hall.

"You still seem to care."

He liked the mansion that Roan arranged for him.

Everything was elegant and luxurious, including the reception room and the office and bedroom.

The servants were refined and polite, and all the food was great.

"I don't think he's stuck in front and back. Maybe I can make sense of it."

It seemed like a positive conversation with Roan.

Herbert gestures at the youngest priest.

"Just get me a drink."

The words and gestures of my hands were not at all Cardinal.

"Yes, I understand….."

It was time for the priest to answer with a stiff expression.

"Hmm?"

"What is it?"

The Monks walk toward the window, frowning.

Sensitive hearing and unpleasant noises.

Even Herbert, looking for a drink, looks nervous.

Queek.

A tightly closed window opened and an enormous scream pierced my ears.

"We are the people of Amaranth!"

"The Monarch of the Amaranth Kingdom is Roan Lancefield!"

"There is no more Kingdom of the Rhine!"

"Don't take our monarch!"

"Amaranth! Amaranth!"

"Roan Lancefield! Roan Lancefield!"

The king also shouted, surrounded by the villagers of Mediacis.

Huge crowd.

There were so many people on every street that I couldn't see the end.

"What, what?!"

Herbert stands up in surprise.

He frowns, looking out the window.

"Are these things crazy......."

I felt overwhelmed.

This was completely unexpected.

'I don't know about Roan and his people, but I thought the common people of the Kingdom would notice...'

Although the church in the eastern part of the Gran Mountains was not the same as before, Devesian Church was a part of life for the continents.

I thought that if I sat down and healed the sick with my divine strength and practiced my religious activities, I would be able to stand up for myself.

"But from underneath, you put a banner? '

Herbert grips his teeth.

His eyes glance around the mansion.

Because the saints could have entered the mansion at will.

But...

"Whew. That's good. '

Herbert lets out a short sigh.

Those who appear to be soldiers of the Amaranth Kingdom are guarding the mansion tightly.

The crowds shouting in loud voices also did no more than necessary, in their own order.

It was a very peaceful protest.

'You don't need to worry anymore.'

Herbert frowns again in a chair.

"I'm in trouble. I never thought the common people would take his side."

He had no idea how thick and firm the support of the royal people for Roan was.

"It was impossible to talk from the start."

Chicago closes the window and approaches Herbert.

Herbert frowns.

"Am I wrong?"

An unpleasant expression and voice.

Chicago bows slightly instead of answering.

Herbert was the voice behind my back.

"I must be fully obeyed by the Holy Father by Roan Lancefield. I'm just very careful what I do because I've been given a very important mission. There's still plenty of time. We can talk about it all we want."

At that, she takes a short breath and shakes her head.

"We don't have much time. The demands of the saints and the people of the kingdom will become increasingly severe. Not to mention the narrower our position. Plus......."

He looks into Herbert's eyes.

"Your Eminence is miscounting the Holy Father's intentions."

"What? I miscalculated the Holy Father's intentions?"

Herbert's expression hardens.

My voice was full of rage.

It was rather chilly in Chicago.

"What the Holy Father wanted was not a conversation."

At that, Herbert stood up on his feet, impatient.

"Then you're asking me to do something crazy! You want me to draw my sword and attack the palace?"

My voice grew louder.

"Nonsense! What's in it for you? Rather, I'm only deepening my goal with them. If you do something wrong, you could be deported to a foreign country before you even talk about it!"

If that were the case, it would be like nothing Holy Veldrica would have done.

"Of course, you don't want to be deported."

The eyes of Chicago shine and glow.

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do..."

Herbert opens his eyes as he continues to speak with an annoyed expression and voice.

"Huff!"

The sound of agonizing moaning pops out of my throat.

He lowers his head slowly and looks at his abdomen.

"Why, why......."

Herbert shakes his head in disbelief.

The abdomen is equipped with a small sword the length of a palm of a hand.

Stabbing was like Chicago.

"Yes, how dare you..."

Both eyes reminded me of the light of anger.

The chica twists her dagger with a glare on her face.

Extremely.

Herbert's face distorts with the cracking of his bones.

Chicago looks Herbert in the eye and speaks in a small voice.

"This is the will of the Holy Father."

"What the fuck are you talking about....... Ugh."

Herbert knelt on his knees, impatient.

I lost my strength all over.

The gaze led to Monk and the priests behind Chicago.

They were also watching the situation with a bold, bold look on their faces.

'Ey, this was all one team.'

The situation was not good.

You hear the voice of Chicago.

"What the Holy Father wants is for us to die."

With a bold voice, he unravels an unbelievable or untrustworthy story.

"It is impossible to let things go with a conversation unless Io Lancefield, the goddess of Roan Lancefield, is detained in the Holy See. Moreover, the Rhine Liberation Army, which was formed under the auspices of the Holy See, was defeated by Roan Lancefield and deprived of the authority and honor of the Holy See. In a situation like this, a conversation that has no possibility actually raises anger. It's like the Holy See hangs on Roan Lancefield. The authority of our Holy See may fall to the ground in the eastern part of the Grain Mountains, especially in the Rhine Kingdom."

I remembered the pride and pride I couldn't hide in Chicago's face.

"No, I don't want to or I don't want to put my hand on the person who was pointing the sword at our Holy See in the first place."

His voice grew louder.

"Our Holy Father will punish the indecent Roan Lancefield and the tyrant Amaranth."

At that, Herbert squeezes out the last remaining strength.

"You shouldn't have sent me out here if you were going to!"

"No, your role was the most important."

The chica shakes her head and twists her dagger again.

Extremely.

The cracking of the bones echoes in horror.

"The Holy See can't start a war for no reason."

"Well, then……?"

There are ripples in Herbert's eyes.

He had finally realized the inner parts of Veldrica and the Holy See.

Chicago nods slowly.

"Your Eminence will be the foundation of a great temple."

My voice was full of pride.

Herbert shakes his head.

Now my eyes are blurred.

'Dammit. The Divine Power won't budge.'

The law of healing never listened to me.

It must not have been an ordinary dagger.

"I can't believe I'm going to die like this......."

It was cylindrical.

"If I die, it won't be easy for you to lay down your lives either......."

Last time, I threw a threat, not a threat.

But it scares the shit out of me.

"Glug."

"Hehe."

Both Monk and the priest, apart from Chicago, have bitten and fallen.

No hesitation at all.

It was another kind of frenzy.

"Since we have already left the Holy See, we have been happy to do God's will."

"Haha."

Herbert bursts into laughter.

Looking at the dead Monk, the priests, and Chicago, I was terrified.

Suddenly, I remembered what Veldrica said before I left the Holy See.

< Go to the kingdom of Rhine and do God's will. If you do not know what God's will is, do my will. >

I also remembered the words of Roan, whom I met in the royal palace in a row.

< Did I mock and despise God? Or the Holy Shrine? >

I smiled bitterly.

When I first heard that, I thought it was blasphemy.

But now that death is in front of me, it's complicated in my head.

'By whose will do I die? Is it God or the Holy See?'

I couldn't answer it myself.

He looks at Chicago with his eyes closed.

I can see a solid, firm eye without shaking one dot.

It's ruined.

Faith collapsed in an instant.

"Even if we all keep our eyes open......."

My voice is getting smaller.

"You're not seeing something right......."

That was the end.

Herbert, who was at the pinnacle of power and honor as Cardinal Devesis Church, ended his life in vain.

Until the moment of his death, the god Herbert believed in did not respond.

Chicago gazes at the dead Herbert and moves on.

He stands on the doorstep of the mansion and raises his divine power.

I smashed the wooden furniture and utensils and tightly barricaded the entrance.

At the same time, I brought a candlestick and set the house on fire.

"Ow!"

"Boo, it's fire!"

"Fire!"

The servants and maids of the house tried to extinguish the fire with surprise, but the fire swallowed the first floor of the mansion in a flash.

Eventually, the servants and maids gave up the fire and smashed the windows or used the back door to escape.

Chicago didn't have to catch the runaways.

"You thugs don't deserve to be the foundation of the temple."

A cold voice echoes through the mansion.

He slowly takes a step back to the reception hall and lights up Herbert, Monk, and the priests' clothes.

Glug glug!

The flame rises.

The chica sits on her knees, watching the flames blazing against her.

"Almighty god Devesis. I follow your will, so please be gracious to me and lead my soul to him."

I recited my prayers in a small voice.

But there was no response from God this time.

"Almighty god Devesis. As you wish......."

Chicago continues to pray.

Meanwhile, the flames engulf the city's body, swallowing up more and more empty space.

Glug-ug-ug!

A tremendous fire consumed Chicago, but he didn't even groan.

I still hear things.

"Almighty god Devesis. Your......."

I prayed.

The fire news of the house was quickly delivered to the palace through the guards and the saints who were gathering there.

With the help of Kinis, Roan managed to contain the fire, but it was already too late for the mission, including Herbert and Chicago, to become black corpses.

At this point, Roan thought the house fire was an accident or a fire.

However, due to the careful investigation of the followed-up aliens, elves and ministers, it has been revealed that there is a hidden truth in the death of the Holy Saw Mission.

Once the wound was found in Herbert's abdomen, a dagger matching the wound was found near the body.

In addition, escort soldiers and several saints testified that the fire started from the inside, not outside the mansion.

This led to the statement of the mansion's servants and maids.

They testified that one of the Holy Father's envoys, Chicago, had set the place on fire.

The fire in the mansion and the death of the Holy Shrine Mission were neither accidents nor fires.

Intrinsic manslaughter or suicide.

Roan called a meeting immediately.

Each of the ministers gathered to comment one by one.

"Suicide is ridiculous. The Holy Father's envoy killed himself."

"I just don't get it."

"This is purely a homicide in the aftermath of an ethnic dispute within the Mission."

"That's a reasonable guess."

The paladins shake their heads, frowning.

At that moment, Ian Philips calmly spoke.

"Looking at the situation......."

He looked at the nobles and their successors and spoke in hindsight.

"This must all have been done by the Holy See."

"What are you doing at the Holy Shrine?"

Some people asked with a curious look on their faces.

Ian lets out a short sigh.

"The Holy Shrine Mission was supposed to die here in Mediacis Castle from the beginning."

People shake their heads as if they couldn't be trusted.

"How can you be sure of that?"

"That's......."

Ian glanced at the door of the conference room, blurring his words.

People's gaze naturally led to the entrance.

After a while.

The conference room door opened wide and Chris appeared.

He shakes his head with a bitter smile.

"Just as Ian predicted."

A short sigh came out of my lips.

Chris looked at the faces of many people and was a hindsight.

"Although it has not been accurately identified as far away, the Temple of the Devesian Church is now closed and all priests are heading out of the border. It's like......."

A voice full of conviction.

"It's moving as densely and quickly as if we were waiting."

"Hnng."

There was a moaning coming from everywhere.

The death and fire of the Holy Shrine Mission was not yet known outside Mediacis Castle.

Nevertheless, the closing of the Temple of Devesis in other parts of the country and escaping the border means that the priests had been expecting this from the beginning.

It means that the Holy See must have planned and done something.

Roan taps the table with his index finger.

'The Holy Shrine is dirtier and meaner than I thought.'

It tasted bitter and ugly.

He turns his head to look at Ian.

"The Cardinal died in the palace anyway, the Apostle of the Holy Shrine. How do you think the Holy See will get out?"

At that, Ian replied with a firm expression as if he had waited.

Without hesitation, a clear and convincing voice filled the meeting room.

"I will summon the Imperial Army."

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