I Favor the Villainess

About the morning, which was three days away from the date of the meeting between the Pope and Dorothea.

I had managed to assume the full role of Shadow Warrior.

I still get used to this life little by little, although I still give out fine boroughs.

"But I'm a little unfamiliar with eating."

While in the position of head of the Spirit Church, the Pope's diet is very qualitative.

The simplicity of a thin flavoured potage stewed with some beans in a hard bread, a little fruit in boiled eggs.

It's a diet not very different from Master Claire and us right after the revolution.

Nothing. The Spirit Church shouldn't mean that animal meat is forbidden, but is this also a training?

"Now, let me taste poisonous."

That's what your lady said and got her hands on the meal.

It's because of this that even a qualitative meal is making you feel even worse.

Sometimes the Pope is a global VIP, and yet now he's after his life, and all his meals are poisoned.

It may seem that we should use the detoxification of water magic, but the Empire has a precedent called Cantarella.

I can detoxify the old Cantarella used to assassinate Master Sein, but it is possible that the new Cantarella used by Louis and possibly even the new composition will be used.

The technology of magic, which tends to be omnipresent, also has its limits.

The poison taster is a nun who takes care of me around him.

Apparently his name is Mr. Sandrine.

She says she's a thick follower of the Pope, and you think she's been doing this kind of work since she was quite young?

He looks like a very normal nun, and he's as tall as I am.

She is a sister in her twenties or so who has tender eyes and seems to be a good person.

Is it because diet is still qualitative because it is a bit lean?

Speaking of which, I've never seen a fat guy in a church official.

"... it's okay. Enjoy."

Mr. Sandrine said so after eating one bite of meal at a time and refrained from me on the side again.

"Thank you, Sandrine"

When I thanked her, Ms. Sandrine smiled softly because this was also her job.

I was feeling a little guilty as I carried the potage into my mouth.

Mr. Sandrine has not been informed of the replacement.

She is still life-threatening and poisonous today for the Pope.

Assuming she lost her life with poison, it's not the Pope she loves, it's me, the other person in red, who helps.

I feel so sorry for that.

"Mr. Liesche is here to see you first today. He wanted to have the final meeting of the talks in three days."

"Okay."

There are also things about changing balls, and only a limited number of people come into direct contact with me.

Almost all the administrative reports have been made to me by Master Liesche.

Master Liesche was a man who could do his job.

In addition to all the information you need as pope, such as the steps of the talks, the real Pope and Dear Claire, as well as Mae and Allea, will also raise the report with Mame.

Thanks to this, I can safely work with Shadow Warriors.

I finished my meal listening to my official business plans for the day.

I think I might even try suggesting more variations on the menu, etc., so I move on to getting dressed.

I wonder if I have to wear this heavy coat again today, with a little melancholy.

"Pope, you've gained a little weight"

Ridiculous to Mr. Sandrine's words.

Your face looks just like it, but I guess it still makes a difference in how you look, etc.

"Perhaps you like the ingredients of the Empire. In case anything happens to the Pope, I'm sure he's offering the best"

Thankfully, Mr. Sandrine self-completes me.

Danger. Danger.

"Fasten the back button."

Mr. Sandrine turns behind.

I don't care, you can't wear this coat on your own.

If it's a zip, I still can't reach the buttons on my back.

I was wondering if I could sell my zip out of Blume, etc., and I heard a small grunt from behind.

"Thank you for the honor of touching the ball."

Mr. Sandrine has a habit of mouthing the rosary with a word of gratitude to God when touching my body, which is the Pope.

Perhaps even now, she does.

It's just that it's taking a lot of time today.

When I was surprised at what was going on, I suddenly felt a strong magic behind me.

"Huh...!?

At the moment I tried to turn around, my neck squeezed and I couldn't breathe.

Something like a thin string seemed to be wrapped around it.

"Sandri... Nusa... duh... do...!

The question quickly dissipates and my head switches to how I can get through this predicament.

Truth finds later.

Now I have to connect my life first.

I unleashed a very small squeeze of power behind my back and jumped Mr. Sandrine's body.

Its body is slammed against the wall.

"Ha... ha... ha...!

……

I observed Mr. Sandrine without alarm, sucking in oxygen like an agua.

Until now the mild expression is not there.

The eyes had lost their light and the rosary was gripped in their hands.

Perhaps it was tightened with that string part.

It should be torn with regular strings, so that should be specially made for strangulation purposes.

If you look closely, the rosary is emitting a suspicious light.

Hit me... demon props...?

……

To sum up my doubts, Mr. Sandrine came in with a string.

The footsteps are not so fast.

Perhaps she chose this method of killing, assuming a real pope with exercise ounces.

However,

"Yikes..."

I grabbed her right wrist and twisted my joints up extremely.

Mr. Sandrine resisted a little but quickly took his hand off the string.

"Sleep well"

I went on to put my finger on Mr. Sandrine's forehead to strengthen her hydromagic sleep.

It is that magic that put Master Claire to sleep during the civilian movement.

My sleep has the power to make even the magical Claire faint.

Mr. Sandrine, just a nun, collapsed on the spot without resisting.

"Ugh..."

For one thing, the distress seemed to have come off.

Someone needs to be called...... and thinking while picking up Mr. Sandrine's rosary,

"Pope!

The door was opened rampantly and a shadow jumped in.

"Dear Liesche..."

"Are you all right!? What a loud noise!?

Master Lieche is out of breath.

I'm sure he's done his best to run.

"There's blood...!

"Oh, it looks like I cut it when I jumped"

Apparently, there's a scar around my neck.

"Is this... Sandrine?

"Yeah, but she seemed insane."

"She's still alive...?

"Yeah, I just lost my mind"

Until I heard what was going on, I didn't think I could take Mr. Sandrine's life.

"So bright red with marks...... I'm sorry, I was going to look into weapons and dark objects... but I can't believe I'm working on a rosary."

Master Liesche put on a curative magic with a caring face.

Oh, I thought.

I kept the rosary I was holding in my hand in my coat.

It's still early to conclude, I wanted to think.

Following Master Liesche, some church official enters the room.

"This is...!

"Pope, you're hurt...!?

"Sandrine was the killer..."

Something suddenly went wrong.

"Ugh..."

Mr Sandrine woke up, laid by the monks.

"I... the hell..."

"Sandrine, I am detaining you for the murder of the Pope."

"!? No......, I didn't do such a horrible thing!

Ms. Sandrine complained of her innocence.

But I know for a fact that she is at least an executor.

"I haven't given up badly over this period...... I don't even have to wait for the trial. Let's cut it off in this place."

Master Lieche said something noisy.

"Please wait. She has a lot to ask."

"Such a long... It is no longer clear that it is her crime. This place is quick..."

"It's okay, I (...) is (...)"

I told Master Liesche to pass it on only.

However,

"You should be executed immediately!

Master Liesche insists on cutting hard.

I have no choice.

"Can't you hear me, the Pope?

I decided to use my last resort.

Words that have no effect whatsoever if they are one-on-one with Master Liesche, but fortunately there are other people's eyes here as well.

"... Yes, I did. I will obey your sacrament."

Beginning with Master Lieche, we lay flat together.

Wow, this feels so bad, doesn't it, me?

Ms. Sandrine was then examined by the church.

According to her, she didn't remember from the way she was helping me change.

He seems to blame himself terribly, and for whatever reason he hopes to be cut off himself when he is poked at the objective fact that he tried to harm the Pope.

The investigation always involved the presence of both the Church and the Bauer humans.

To prevent mouth sealing, as it did not appear to be her sole offender.

Mr. Sandrine, who heard of my inaction, said that when I went to see him,

"How can you do that to me and others who have done you harm?

And I've heard it in tears.

I couldn't think of a good return.

"It will be decided because you are Sandrine"

I tried to say, but she was so impressed that she cried out.

Pope, I'm sorry if I was flagging something.

As for what I would do with her treatment, I strictly included telling her to wait until the relationship behind her was revealed.

And one more thing,

I need you to look into this, too.

I have arranged for Mr. Sandrine's rosary to be secretly handed over to Bauer's associates and analyzed by Mr. Liesche.