Unmotivated Hero's Tale

Well then, Bishop Cruzstern, is there any obstacle to making a decision?

The voice of an elderly man.

In contrast, a young man called Cruz Turns makes a report in a trembling voice with his face down

"Yes, Archbishop Premence... it is the pole of abhorrence that the Western Conference raid failed in a coincidental explosion. But it doesn't add any restraint to our jihad.”

"... then it would be fine." But more importantly, the assassin's magic stone explosives exploded right after it was planted. "

The moment he spat out those words, the old man, who was called Premence, let out a deep sigh.

But the middle-aged man who was facing him and sitting on the opposite side of the table showed a suspicion.

"Was it really an accident?"

"What do you mean, Bishop Yaman?"

In response to his suddenly pinched voice, Premence asked with a strange expression.

Yaman quietly turned his gaze toward Cruz's turn.

"Some of the executing forces deliberately detonated the explosion... I can't deny the possibility."

"Don't be silly! You're telling our comrades that there are traitors under my command!"

Out of indignation, Cruz turns on Yaman.

But as he turned to him, Yaman returned his words in a light tone, without showing any agitation.

“It's just about the possibilities. However, is it possible that an explosion will happen the day before?"

"Bishop Yaman, you have a point. However, there is no possibility of a traitor. In fact, the local executing units hear that they will be held hostage and put on trial."

Premence, who had prevented Cruz Turn from refuting his emotions, spoke his point of view in a sober tone.

Yaman nodded one by one.

"Hmm... that's right. The problem is, I hope they don't have to talk too much.”

"They are enthusiastic believers, but not more. I don't know what the disposable pawn meant by that plan. That would be an unnecessary worry!”

I see, that's rude.

Yaman answers Cruz's turn of voice, desperately suppressing his emotions, no longer short of talking.

Conflict between bishops.

With some frustration, the elderly Premence complained first to Yaman, who turned his blade.

"Bishop Yaman, this is a time when our unity is more important than anything. I don't want to think that some of our comrades are traitors. I would like you to refrain from making statements that would create a waste of time."

That's right, let's be careful from now on.

Yaman closed his eyes as he spoke, though he could not see any reflection at all.

Meanwhile, Premence was still staring at Yaman with eyes full of shots.

Premence felt nothing but inner hassle.

However, when he glanced up at the topmost being who had never spoken in this room, he cut the point again.

"Anyway, there was something unexpected, but everything was ready." We should see it as a signal from God and Lord Zeth to us that the abominable magic has disappeared. Yes, when you hold iron and gunpowder and set up the right religious flag in the West. "

Well then, let's get things started as planned.

Using Premence's words as a signal, Cruz turns to take charge of the executing unit and asks the question of confirmation.

Meanwhile, Premence turned to the man sitting in the deepest seat and made a final confirmation in the form of an intercession.

"Hmm, there is nothing to prevent us from making our decision in the west of the continent anymore... I see, His Holiness"

“Of course it is. However, the amount of blood flowing should be as small as possible. That is the proof that we are the messengers of God."

Religious state Ankwat, the capital of Turkmenistan.

At the heart of it, and the largest building, a man came to the Archbishop's Hall with proper procedures.

"You're Professor Ferm, right? My name is Merlot, and I intercede at the Archbishop's Hall."

“Nice to meet you, Padre Merlot, and thank you so much for this opportunity to meet the Archbishop.”

"No, don't bother." His Holiness the Archbishop was kind enough to grant it. But when I was interviewed by the Imperial Route, I was somewhat surprised, not by the Rhine dollar from which you came. ”

With a light smile, the priest called Merlot returns the words.

Soon, Ferm spoke in a somewhat apologetic tone, explaining why.

”Ah, no, that... the Rhine dollar sea was not connected to Turkmenia”

Yes, in this interview, Ferm relied on the emperor Noin.

Of course, when visiting Turkmenia, which has no official diplomatic ties, it was judged that the use of imperial ships, which essentially dominate the Mid-Sea, was the most effective.

An unexpected request from Felm.

On the other hand, the slightly familiar noin is allowed to drink on one condition.

However, it was also true that this visit had a slightly different color.

"No, of course I'm not going to blame you." But in a way, I thought I saw the acronym of the West. Anyway, I will guide you, so please come this way. "

Along with the words, Merlot slowly walks ahead of Ferm.

And he stopped his foot in front of the gigantic and sumptuous door.

"I will wait for you here." Please come in. "

Along with the words, Merlot bowed his head deeply.

With that, Ferm slowly stepped behind the door.

"It's late, Professor Ferm."

Suddenly, a voice was pointed at like an unexpected attack.

Instantly, Ferm turned his gaze forward, and there was a figure of an old man in the land.

Is this Monsignor Lamour? I was going to wait on time, but did I leave you waiting?

"Oh, I've been waiting for you for a few days."

"A few days? What do you mean?"

Ferm inadvertently wrinkles between his brows in response to Lamour's remarks, which have no meaning.

But Lamur smiled gently at Ferm's reaction, as if he was sympathetic to him somewhere.

"No, I'm not going to blame you." There are other things I must apologize for your late arrival. "

"...... No way!?"

A man's shadow suddenly caught in his head, and Felm opened his eyes unexpectedly.

Then Lamur nodded a greatly, and turned to him, and continued his words.

"Hmm, I've got a message for you, but unfortunately it's a few days later than that guy expected." Well, I don't think it's fine enough anyway. "

"As usual, the head of the largest religious organization on the continent will be the messenger... so what's he like?"

With a feeling of tiredness somewhere, Felm gently turned to the old man in front of him and asked.

Lamur, on the other hand, spun the word out in a bitter tone.

“You're asking me to be prepared. But it was also directed at us."

"Are you ready...?"

"Yes, a dangerous man is getting ready to start a storm." He said, "Get ready for it."

Without even mentioning the requirements, Lamur recalls the person who walked away lightly, and then turns to Ferm to tell him.

Ferm, on the other hand, looked straight at him and asked in a strong tone.

"Is that a man...?" What the hell is that? "

"I don't know if you know each other. But your Lord knows its existence. Ketis Esteheim, the former Minister of Military Affairs of the Kisletin Republic and a former Cardinal of Cremere."

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