Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

A living saint who manifests his holiness.

There has been no hotter news in the Holy Church recently.

No one would have thought that a mission that was originally just to investigate the authenticity of the Holy Grail of the Fifth Holy Grail War would cause such a big stir.

Originally, because the Holy Grail was destroyed, the Church did not pay enough attention to this matter and did not have enough manpower, and it was just a routine investigation.

As a result, just after arriving in Tokyo, the local church gave the investigation team a big surprise.

The Saint of Orleans was spontaneously summoned by the nuns of the church and continued to exist in the world after the war.

When this news reached the church headquarters, it caused quite a stir, but the upper echelons were still relatively stable.

After all, the church has a history of nearly two thousand years, and it is not unfamiliar with the principles of the technique of spirit summoning. It even has many related techniques.

The fighting power of a heroic spirit is important to the church, but it is not indispensable.

Anyway, the status of the holy girl was rather embarrassing, and her reputation was only vindicated in later times. The nun Karen Aldessia who summoned her was also a legitimate member of the family.

The Kotomine family, from which she was born, has served the church for hundreds of years, and her current relatives Kotomine Risei and Kotomine Kirei are also standard core believers.

When he was young, he served as an agent for the church and risked his life for it. After entering middle age, he will continue to serve the church as a priest. His adopted son, Kotomine Shirou, is following in his father's footsteps and is also bringing along a talented wandering magician named Shinji Matou to move closer to the church's faction.

With such a reliable resume, there is no need to worry that they will betray the church.

So continue to keep your hands off and allow the nun to influence the holy girl, and use her as a trump card to be used at the critical moment.

With this idea in mind, a new investigation team was sent down again. They did not waste time and after confirming the authenticity of the news, they prepared to confirm with Joan of Arc the purpose and opinion of agreeing to the summons and then leave it at that.

If you don’t ask, you won’t know. Once you ask, you will find out that the bigger one is yet to come.

Joan of Arc herself admitted that she came here under the inspiration of the Lord in order to follow the saint.

At this point, the Cathedral Church could no longer sit still.

A saint walking in the world.

This seemed to be the beginning of a historical node. The church first suppressed the news, and then quickly sent people to send this living saint to the Vatican, the holy place that carries the history of Christianity, and temporarily convened an ecumenical council to confirm the authenticity of the other party.

This action undoubtedly also hides the church's little thoughts.

To become a giant that cannot be ignored by both the inner and outer worlds, devout faith is the core, but not everything.

If this living saint is displaying fake supernatural powers, or simply performing magic, then it is easy to deal with. He can be punished on the spot for the crime of misusing the saint's name.

And if it were true, at a gathering like the Ecumenical Council where the old and new religions gathered together, because of old hatreds, interests, or conflicts over the fundamental right to interpret scriptures, even a true saint would not be able to take away much power amid the wrangling.

In the face of the secular world, saints are not omnipotent, otherwise Joan of Arc would not have been sent to the stake by the church herself.

For today's church, whose system is becoming increasingly ancient and complete, saints are just another kind of "priest doen" that needs to be treated with caution.

Give those who participate the power and status, provide them with all the necessary help, and then let them complete the Lord's mission.

After all, even if he is a living saint, he is only concerned about the current difficulties, while the church needs to consider the more distant future.

Unfortunately, although the church has good intentions.

But sadly, that saint just killed the game.

"I can reproduce all the miracles of Christianity."

The saint named Roland made these remarks in front of the Pope, many cardinals, and agents who served as guards.

Such arrogant and somewhat blasphemous statements caused great chaos in the meeting. If the other party's identity as a saint had not been confirmed, some fanatics would probably have taken direct action.

But even without resorting to physics, many bishops still turned hostile, questioned the living saint and demanded a demonstration.

Then, they witnessed a miracle.

With his right hand he cleanses the cursed and heals their diseases.

The believers who were possessed by the devil were driven away by shouting, and the holy words written on ordinary paper and ink became sacred conceptual weapons...

Afterwards, the church prayed for the other party to stop this miracle.

There was no way. After all, many of the agents who witnessed the event, regardless of whether they were from the new or old religions, all prostrated themselves before him.

And if he continues to demonstrate, he will soon be able to turn water into wine, walk on the sea, and eat the remaining five loaves and two fish. These miracles with obvious personal traces cannot be encompassed by the name of saint.

If you can't reproduce all the miracles, it would be blasphemy, but if you can...

Names have meaning.

This is common sense in mystery.

The title of Messiah only appears when the world needs to be saved.

What if the way to save the world this time is not to suffer on behalf of all mankind, but to let the righteous build an ark and bring down a flood?

No one dared to bet on this possibility.

Fortunately, the other party did not seem to be obsessed with this goal and stopped immediately.
Both parties reached a tacit understanding.

The Ecumenical Council ended quickly amid the contradictory psychology of wanting the other party to disappear but not wanting the other party to really disappear.

The Pope directly approved the designation of a living saint and clearly stated the saint's right to act at his own discretion. On the other hand, they did not give the saint subordinates or pomp such as guards, and even cancelled surveillance and attention.

It’s the same old saying, you can’t check everything, what if you really find out something?

That is why, after weighing the pros and cons, the messenger sent by the Cathedral Church was Father Dawn.

Although he is a pacifist who lives a leisurely life alone, he looks more like a school teacher than a clergyman, even though he wears a priest's robe and has a cross on his chest.

But Father Dawn's character is certainly not weak, as he has been able to work safely in the Burial Bureau, a group that has taken all the dregs of the Holy Church and is full of lunatics, fanatics, and even all kinds of weirdos.

After all, apart from his irreplaceable identity as the man of prophecy, he has no other amulet.

Therefore, he has also been honed to have a smooth way of doing things and a tenacious mind, which allows him to deal with many troublesome people with ease.

Father Dawn, the former priest, was more or less secretly proud of this.

But now he understood that the only reason he was able to act with such ease before was because he had not encountered real terror.

Generally speaking, there is always something special about saints.

For example, there may be traces that can calm people down, a tranquil and sacred temperament, extraordinary bravery, or simply mysterious lines that appear on the hands or abdomen and react to evil or holiness.

Because of this, even an ordinary person can vaguely feel the other person's specialness.

But until he noticed something unusual, realized the miracle of the right hand, and thought of Roland's identity, even though they had talked in the middle, he still failed to detect the other party's identity, and even failed to think of such basic logic that the mission target might have arrived in advance. But the incredible thing was that from the moment Father Dawn realized the other party's identity, Roland changed 180 degrees in his eyes.

Mingming had a lazy and casual temperament before, with hazy eyes, looking like a teenager who happened to pass by in the crowd.

The other person's gaze was equally warm and kind, making people feel favorable towards him.

But now, all those inherent impressions have changed.

His facial features are regular, revealing impeccable holiness and gentleness, as if he is the greatest creation in the world.

In those ruby-like eyes, the cold and dark sun was burning fiercely. Although there was no malice in them, it seemed that the gaze was not fixed on himself in front of him, but on the destinies he carried in a deeper level, and on every moment of his life recorded by the stars.

Although the appearance in my memory has not changed at all, the perception it brings is completely different.

The idea that evil spirits have quietly replaced the people around you in your daily life is far more terrifying than encountering evil spirits in a haunted house.

Similarly, a madman who needs to obey the doctrine on the surface but kills countless people in secret is not even worthy of carrying the shoes of the savior, whose every move is the source of the doctrine.

After realizing this, the word that wanted to express exclamation in the name of Christ was brewing in Father Dawn's throat, but he swallowed it back.

It was as if as long as this veil was lifted, he would be turned into ashes by the light.

——Do not look directly at God.

Today, Father Dawn has deeply understood the true meaning of this sentence.

"What's wrong, Mr. Dawn?"

Roland spoke with concern as he looked at Father Dawn, who was trembling with fear and whose teeth were chattering.

"Did I accidentally scare you? ... Sorry, I heard that the Burial Agency's agent had come, so I was curious and observed for a while. I didn't expect to cause you trouble."

"No, Lord Roland, this has nothing to do with your actions. It's just that I am so honored to be greeted by someone like you that I lost my composure a little."

Such a gentle attitude made Father Dawn's face even paler.

He waved his hands hurriedly and quickly cheered up.

Although he was nicknamed the lazy bug who buried the mechanism, he now burst out with unprecedented motivation.

"According to the decree of His Holiness the Pope, Lord Roland, from today on, you are the human being of the Holy Church."

"As long as you need them, whether they are ordinary clergy, cardinals, agents who are carrying out their missions, or even burial agencies, they are all within your command."

Walking in the world.

Roland raised his eyebrows.

Although this position does not strictly belong to the official system of the Holy Church and is only a non-staff member, but with the addition of the two words in front of it, it becomes a status similar to that of a garrison on an island country.

It seems that there is a reason why the Cathedral Church delayed signing the official document for one day.

"It's much better than I expected. I thought it would be the eighth seat in the Burial Agency, a position that's neither here nor there."

"You're kidding... Although it is an honor to be your colleague, how could the church taint you with such a position?"

Father Dawn coughed dryly.

There are only seven official members of the Burial Agency, and the eighth is a reserve seat, which is generally filled by a strong person selected by the church but cannot replace the official members.

In this organization where monsters run rampant, the eighth seat, whose status and strength are neither good nor bad, naturally becomes the best toy and punching bag, and is often replaced because of being tortured to death.

Even if the church had lost its mind, it would not put a saint, who is naturally politically correct, into such a pit. After all, no matter which side explodes, the church will be covered in blood.

Moreover, what kind of hellish joke is it to stuff a saint into an Inquisition filled with heretics?
"Isn't that possible?"

Roland chuckled. "When I was first recognized as a saint and hadn't even arrived at the church yet, your unifier, Narubaleli, earnestly invited me to serve as the eighth seat and was lobbying the church to agree to her proposal."

That stinky woman!
Father Dawn's face was completely distorted.

Narubalek is not his real name, but the inherited name of the Burial Organ Controller.

This generation of Narubalek is a murderous woman with an extremely bad personality.

Although she recruited several members herself, she still enjoys bullying the members of the Buried Bureau - to the point that each of the other seven members wants to kill her.

The eighth seat is indeed a punching bag, but the reason why it rotates so frequently is largely due to the current Narubalek.

Father Dawn's fists hardened when he recalled the smiling expression on her face when he took over the task from her.

This bastard must have regarded him as a sacrifice that had lost its value, so he deliberately said nothing!

Seeing Roland's half-smile, Father Dawn had no intention of hiding anything and told him everything he knew about Narubalek.

"I see,"

Roland smiled slightly and answered very straightforwardly.

"In that case, please say hello to her for me and tell her to keep this position for me. I will seriously consider it."

"what?"

Father Dawn was stunned.

He did not feel the joy of becoming a colleague of a living saint as he had said in his previous high-sounding speeches. Instead, he was completely frozen.

The visitor is not good.

This was the only thought in his mind.

He didn't refuse directly, but he didn't get angry right away either. Even his attitude didn't change. This lack of calmness was actually more frightening than the turbulent waves that were easily expressed on his face.

"There's no need to be so surprised. As the director of the Burial Bureau, her value in dealing with the ancestors of the Dead Apostles is much better than just the information on dead objects."

Roland shrugged. "Besides, as the core of the Holy Church that controls the burial mechanism, even if it seems unreasonable, she is still a believer after all. In this case, she should be educated."

The Narubalek who could send his subordinates who had lost their usefulness to die without batting an eyelid?

Convert that madman?

"I dare not lie to you." Father Dawn's movements became stiff, and his tone was somewhat helpless. "But that crazy woman must be taught a lesson... unless God allows it."

"—I do."

Roland's tone was calm, without any sign of hesitation.

"So, rest assured, the Lord's teachings will surely come here." (End of this chapter)