The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Pope Pilate II, in the office of the Pope's residence, was sitting in a chair and looking out.

His real name was Verdandio Deola Garganelli, and he bore the name of Pilate, a rare name for a pope.

Because I didn't like Petris XIII or Ortius XVIII, or any of those many names.

The retrial petitioner Pilate is a consul who, when Jesus was found guilty in a city called Pentus, enthusiastically petitioned for a retrial to save that life, later listed.

As a saint, he is considered a lawyer, a judge, and an asylum for the wrongdoer, but there was no statement that he was a Muslim, at least not a direct disciple of Isis.

However, because there is a description of Pentus' consul baptized in some of the dictionaries, Islam, from time to time, is the official view that it is about Pilate.

Because of the greatness of its deeds, it is a very popular saint.

But hating that there was something like a flaw, so to speak, it was not popular as a papal name.

But Verdandio, originally from the Department of Justice of the Pontifical Agency, chose his name for the Pope because he preferred Pilate the saint outside (among other things) of the difference.

Eighteen years in office as pope, I have never been accused of anything in particular by anyone, nor have I ever benefited from it.

Pope Pilate II, who turned sixty-three this year, was just in a depressing mood while sitting in the chair in front of the executive desk.

That should be it, too, even though it's already dark outside that you can see through the window and it's supposed to be time to finish the errand already, I'm here to do some depressing errands.

The son of Shaw's brother, that is, his nephew, was to return.

Pilate II remained to welcome it.

The amount of 4 million Irphis coins, negotiated and determined with the Apostles of the Republic of Albio, was an extrajudicial sum for the identity of those who were not kings, but not an amount that could not be paid for the treasury of the papal territory, which had luxurious financial resources.

Before he appointed Epitaph Palazzo as his archbishop, Pilate II did not have the option of not paying the ransom.

Concon, and the door is knocked.

"His Holiness the Pope. Master Epitaph Palazzo is here."

"... let me through"

"Yes."

After a while, when the door opened, a different person appeared.

He is dressed in black monastic clothes from his neck down, but is bandaged across his face.

He looked like a dermatological patient.

"His Holiness the Pope, we are now returning"

Epitaph Palazzo knelt on the floor, nodded his head on the cobblestone and thanked him for his prostration.

The voice felt a little rough, but it did belong to Pilate II's nephew.

"I apologize for my inability to meet God's expectations and suffer an unmatched defeat"

"Well done. Keep your head up."

Pilate II said, Epitaph stood up with his head up.

"... well done back. And that face?

"No, not like I'll show you..."

Blood was beginning to seep out of the bandage that slapped him on the forehead.

Epitaph didn't hit his head on the ground hard enough to crack his head.

Pilate II perceived more or less.

The report stated that Epitaph's face had been tattooed.

I don't even know what that is, but I guess there was a complaint in there that rocked the emotions of this emotionally unstable nephew.

During the handover at the harbor, the first mirror was given and it was reported to have been gruesome.

The expression werewolf was understated, and in fact a word was used that was close to what it meant to be frenetic.

I mean, this must have happened scratching that tattoo.

A blow to the head caused blood from the wound.

"I hear about the tattoo. Poor thing."

Pilate II was simply sympathetic.

In the first place, I paid the full price of the extrajudicial ransom, so inking my face, etc. is a breach of contract.

The representative of the Republic of Albio insisted on the condition of five-body satisfaction, which he had not promised otherwise, etc., but there is something called common sense, even outside the contract.

It's no use expecting anything from the people who are only cowardly pirates, but as for those who paid a fortune, I wanted to tell them to pay me back half the price.

"What kind of complaints did you make?"

"... insult me"

With that said, Epitaph had toothpicks that could also be heard by Pilate II in the distance.

Gilli, Gilli, and I hear teeth and teeth beeping.

I can't read my complexion because of the bandage, but my lips were strangely drawn.

"An insult, written. You can't live."

"... well. That was hard."

It was pathetic.

There is no longer a future in this way.

"Oh, Holy Father... Uncle... what kind words..."

Epitaph bowed deeply and expressed his gratitude.

Pilate II did not want to be called uncle or anything else.

It pisses me off to think now that that brother, who should have only been a prodigal son to my father, was adored like that.

Nice face, smooth length is something my brother had and Pilate II didn't have.

But Pilate II had brains and patience.

So beside my theological studies at seminary, I also studied law and after graduating, I was able to perform at the Justice Department.

Upon qualifying as Cardinal as Superintendent of Law (Grace), he was elected Pope in the Second Pontifical Election (Conclave).

When his brother, just prodigal, was loved by his father and left with much inheritance, he used his inheritance to start prodigious beyond degrees and was killed by a whore.

The son also had a long body and a beautiful face.

It reminded Pilate II of his brother.

But the surroundings do not see the Pope's nephew with the same eyes as the others. Even though I didn't ask for it, I took the liberty of giving birth to Epitaph, who somehow was the head of the Grand Simma candidate.

My uncle never thought of my brother as a brother.

The kid, or epitaph, never thought of him as a family either.

"Good. But I let you dispose of your property. I sent it to a portion of the ransom."

"Ha! Of course, I have no objection whatsoever"

This is a natural measure, so nothing is wrong.

Normally, my wife and butler represented me, so I wanted to get paid.

"Of the four million Illphis gold coins, only one hundred and twenty thousand. Most of them came out of the Pope's treasury. Thank you."

However, Pilate II had a glimmer of anxiety.

My brother's sexuality was a lewd thing, but my nephew's sexuality is a hunting thing.

When it comes to talking about which is more vicious, it will depend on people, but according to Pilate II's idea, the latter is of worse quality (s).

It is similar to the question of which is poorer quality: a man who seeks enjoyment beyond degrees, or a man whose hobby is to kill dogs and cats alive.

The former feels that the carnal desire inherent in man is only manifested in reality, but the latter is that of the psychopath of hunting and killing.

It seems to have a desire in a different realm than what humans naturally have, which is creepy.

The epitaph has become almost literal, making it harder to buy the now soaring Demon Clan.

Of course, it is illegal to abduct or kill the slaves of others, so there will be no more craving.

I was worried about what escape route the incomprehensible epitaph's special sexuality would lead to at that time.

It doesn't matter what happens to Epitaph, but in some cases it can be more tiring to Pilate II than being a nephew.

"Of course it is. Thank you to the fullest..."

"So, what do we do now"

"Ha...?

Epitaph seemed to have no idea what it meant.

Pilate II was about to talk about Epitaph's advancement and retreat.

"Why don't you take a break at this time? The director of the Dominican monastery is absent. It's time to heal your body and mind."

"What do they say!!

Epitaph slapped that executive desk with both arms as he abruptly approached Pilate II in an excited manner.

Bang - and a huge noise rang.

"I am the Great Master of the Knights! I'm the only one who can defeat that demon army!!

Epitaph was freshly shouted.

For Pilate II, who preferred silence, it was a rude act that he would not receive from anyone other than the one who had been notified of his destruction.

That's why I didn't like it.

Then why did you lose?

"That's...! The devil used his despicable hands......!!

"That may be a good thing to say in front of the people and soldiers, but it doesn't work for Non."

Pilate II took off his glasses and rubbed his head.

"Despicable or nothing, isn't war something you take the initiative to do something despicable and win? Non has not told me to fight with dignity from the beginning. We'll just be talking about how Yuri Howe and his strategy have surpassed yours."

"Guh."

"Don't think of Noon as a fool who can only fool you when it's convenient to call his measures cowardly."

I want to say how much money you think it cost.

The papal territory had no obligation to compensate for losses in other countries, but expedition expenses could not be recovered in the first place, and all equipment was seized in addition to human losses in combat.

Tens of thousands of war dead, tens of thousands of artillery, and armor, armor wrapped around miscellaneous soldiers, carriages on horses.

When the total ransom is added to that, I have no idea what the losses of the Casolian countries will be.

Pilate II was neglected by the military and by the economy, but that much was understandable.

I also heard that the price of things was falling rapidly because gold was gotten out of the market to pay the ransom.

I don't think all of that was because of Epitaph, but it was Epitaph who insisted hard on this crusade, and both the Commander of the General Army and the Grand Commander were Epitaph, so I'm relieved of responsibility.

"But - too much - eh"

"Too, what. Are you trying to tell me that there are no other good generals besides you? That's not true."

"I'm the only one who can kill Yuri Howe!

"With that face."

Pilate II said as he looked at the bandage wrapped around Epitaph's face.

"In that face, no one should follow you."

When Pilate II said so, Epitaph let go like he was hurt and took a step back.

Regardless of the face of the sweet honorable man I used to wear, how many follow the fierce minister of the epitaph today?

"Besides, where did the Temple of Vaticanus Knights you trained go? Aren't you bathing in the glory of God in Yin Fu by now?"

The Temple Knight of the Sacrament refers in particular to the members of the First Knights of the Sacrament stationed in Vaticanus.

They are those who have responded to recruitment from monasteries throughout the country for the purpose of protecting the Temple of the Holy Sleep, with rigorous training.

Not unlike the secularized Knights of other cities.

They endured harsh training by strong faith minds, which went well with epitaphs with a kind of fanatical religious mind.

But when it was an enemy, the First Rifle Knights who had marched did not surrender, nor did they appear on the prisoner exchange roster.

It must have been almost wiped out.

"... the task of the Temple Sleeping Knight is to guard the Temple of the Holy Sleep. Half of them are still there."

"Do you think it will serve that face?"

"The face has nothing to do with it. Because we're not clerics."

I didn't care.

"Either way, you get off the archbishop"

When Pilate II clearly declared his dismissal, Epitaph suddenly grabbed both breasts of the monastic clothes he was wearing, pulling the button apart and opening it.

Epitaph's upper body becomes dewy.

What to do, when Pilate II peeled his eyes, there was a surprising engraving of letters from chest to belly.

"... so far, so far, so great because you said you wouldn't give me a chance to get revenge"

Pilate II read the tattoo carved from the chest to the belly of the epitaph.

””

We are the prisoners of the tenth pope.

Namely, Hannabal's one party.

We lay our sins on top of our original sins and become transgressors.

He who continues to muddle the teachings of the LORD with our sacraments.

If the time comes, you will not necessarily receive the wrath of God.

It is God's grace to lose in battle.

Because I want to keep spitting on the sacrament.

One day we will not be rewarded.

If you wish, pray that you can at least welcome that day in the Yin Dynasty.

To at least spend the rest of my life drowning in peace.

””

It was a message to the papal realm, using tattoos.

"Etha Wichita's giveaway... oh man"

Etha Casolica Wichita was a deeply related woman to Pilate II.

It was he who made the decision that beast class heresy deserved it.

The sons of the high priests, who had been promised the future, were executed one after the other by that commotion, which could now be spoken of.

The Cardinal's son was also executed four times.

Even as the father begged him to keep his mouth shut, his sons kept yelling out their heresy.

As his disciples were captured and executed one after the other, Etha Wichita disappeared.

Some of the abandoned disciples would still be in the papal territory, concealing their faith.

The man who was imprisoned in his home by the parents of the high priesthood, sent out after the disappearance of Etha Wichita and stopped the exhortation of heresy is also in the papal administration.

But now she has once again appeared on the tabular stage of history.

Spread the book of evil all over the country, which is incompatible with the Casolics.

"Are you telling me to get my whole body molested, molested, and still pull me into the monastery with such a curse? Huh!!

"Yes."

From Pilate II's point of view, it was natural reason.

It's unlikely that anyone will take responsibility for keeping tens of millions of pieces of gold in their hands.

It is not the Crusader that Pilate II spoke of.

It is the crusader who took the helm, insisted Epitaph.

It's a rationale that even children can understand, Pilate II thought.

"You get off. Go to the monastery."

That finally convinces everyone.

If you tried Pilate II as to why you think you can continue the archbishop, it would have been more strange there.

"If… then let me also try to emulate the example of Leostro Terenstal"

"What the fuck!!

Pilate II, with the greatest surprise of the last decade, welcomed the words of Epitaph.

He accidentally lifted his hips out of his chair, while being an old man of sixty-three.

"You know what that means."

It was a declaration that the army would be used to wage rebellion in Vaticanus.

Leostro Terenstal is the division leader who led the twelfth division in the inversion when Holy Emperor Cranises V issued the National Genocide Order.

After claiming to have been formed by righteousness and actually ending a series of insurgencies, he ordered his deputy to snap his own neck.

"What you don't understand, with all due respect, will be on Uncle...... If I... what a disgrace I have received...... Shh!!!

Epitaph's eyes were stained with madness.

Pilate II felt his own danger for the first time then.

"Okay, just calm down"

Realizing that he is clearly targeted for killing, he first refers to the sneezing on the spot in an attempt to calm the epitaph.

"If I were to tear that man to pieces with this hand, I would do anything... to put him in a convent... that can't be happening! I'll kill that man!

Pilate II was exposed to such madness for the first time, eighteen years after becoming pope.

I felt like I was being turned to anger by an unspoken beast.

"Uncle, I'm trying to point a blade at you! Don't think I'll spare my life."

Indeed, no matter how thin the winner is, Epitaph will throw himself into the fight.

Even if we lose nine-ninths of a centimeter, we don't choose the path of entering a monastery, etc.

I could see such a will.

"Oh, yeah. Then I'll undo the abbey story."

We have to get through this for now.

I had no hesitation in deceiving you with lies.

It was close to the survival behavior of throwing meat when it was attacked by a hungry beast.

"Write me a statement...... when you let me continue with the archbishop"

Pilate II wondered if he would call the guards out loud.

But it's already dark out there.

The guards are also likely to be Knights of the Sacrament, and may be killed by Epitaph the moment they scream in the first place.

So much so that the epitaph was off track now.

"Okay, write"

In the meantime, let's get past this.

Pilate II thought so and took the parchment out of his desk.

"No. In the Pope's Book."

"It's not here"

"There must be."

A papal script is a piece of paper with a metal seal, which is used for more official testimony.

The one with the gold seal was not on my desk because I make it each time, but the lead one was available for what if.

"... cum"

I do not think it should be stimulated, and Pilate II took the form of the Papal Scripture out of his desk, and wrote to it a document of the continuation of the mission of the Grand Master.

When he finished writing, Epitaph snatched it away and wrapped it round and fastened it with a seal.

"I don't want to argue with Pope Holiness. Uncle."

said Epitaph.

"What are you soaking up...!

"Remember that. I would do anything to destroy that man..."

That being said, Epitaph looked at his own breasts to remind him of his hatred.

And stick your nails out.

The inky skin is slowly scratched with strong, powerful nails, peeling through the skin.

Blood overflowed, dripping from his chest and beneath his feet.

Epitaph looked painless, imitating the peeling of his skin.

"That man is the devil... kill him or we will be destroyed...!

Tearing his own chest with his nails, Epitaph said as if driven by madness.

"I'm overwhelmingly right...... ugh!

Epitaph was desperately wiggling his chest and scratching his face from the top of the bandage, as he laundered the indignity engraved on his body.

In the meantime, the bandage on his face stains Zhu.

"Absolutely, absolutely right...... ugh! Whatever His Holiness the Pope may say -"

The word was full of madness, but he seemed convinced of righteousness.

With a toothpick, those eyes were moving irregularly.

From his trembling mouth, he spit or hey, and all he looks like is a lunatic.

"I'll definitely kill you - heh! Yuri Howe... That Devil (Demon)... Devil (Dymone)......"

And he said.

"Demon King (Satanis)...... Huh!