222 – Pope (1)
The Pope sits down.
Subsequently, the emperor of the Britannian Empire took office.
The emperor’s intense gaze rested on me for a moment.
I nodded lightly. He looked away as if it was nothing.
Well, it’s probably difficult to remember.
The emperor’s appearance had returned to his youthful appearance, that is, the appearance of a complete predator.
It is completely different from when we met at the imperial palace.
“Ah, they are the ones who will be tried for witchcraft.”
The Pope introduced us very gently.
Although the content was by no means gentle.
So.
I faced him like this.
Master of Holy Constantine and father of all who believe in the Deus religion.
Pope, Dios II.
A person who was nearly impossible to meet even by game standards.
Therefore, we do not really know anything about his character, personality, or abilities.
Just an image of ‘benevolence’.
That was the only thing that was widespread among players.
It is such a being.
A noble person with many things kept under wraps.
All kinds of rumors were floating around.
He is extremely handsome.
He looks like a teenage boy.
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A very mysterious and awe-inspiring being.
Or, in fact, the Pope is an elf.
And as I faced him face to face, I realized something.
I heard that no player has ever witnessed the Pope in person.
Only the image of perception was the truth.
Even at a glance, it gives a benevolent impression.
No, to put it nicely, he is just a ‘son of man’ and even looks comfortable.
If the emperor of an empire were extremely beast-like and hard.
The Pope just feels like the guy next door who is infinitely impressive.
Slightly thick and fleshy type. Honestly, if it weren’t for the priest’s clothes that look infinitely sacred, if we met in the elevator, we’d be like, “Oh, someone has moved in next door. It looks pretty nice.” It’s the kind of appearance that makes you think:
In short, he seems more like the guy next door than the Pope.
“……”
Of course, if you say something like this, you will be immediately arrested for lese majeste.
No. Does it matter since you’re caught anyway?
Standing on trial for a witch hunt means that there are no more serious religious crimes.
The Pope and the Emperor were mumbling amongst themselves.
To be precise – they had a normal conversation and we couldn’t hear it.
A magical barrier placed on the seats of the recently activated sinners. That must be the effect.
However. I guess it’s the shape of the Pope’s mouth.
It seemed like they were talking about a witch trial or an evaluation of saints afterward. And the symphony that ended the story.
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I walked here.
Only after the distance became closer.
I clearly felt it.
No matter how good this person looks, he is definitely the Pope.
An incredible sense of goodness that feels different from the generous impression.
It was to the point where I flinched without even realizing it.
However, there is no change in the complexions of those sitting next to us.
‘… Am I the only one who feels this?’
I was even taken aback by its enormous presence.
The Pope stopped about 3 meters away.
It was beyond the transparent curtain.
He opened his mouth to me, or more precisely, to us sinners.
“Religion is inherently noble, because everyone blindly believes in God. That’s why spiritual guidance is important. Ordinary people are lost lambs. To guide them to the right path.”
The Pope’s voice was soft but solemn at the same time.
“That is the blind faith of the lambs. But sometimes, those who deceive the lambs and lead them astray appear. We call them heretics, and those who are particularly guilty among them are called witches. We constantly “It’s something that needs to be purified.”
hehehe-.
The Pope smiled kindly.
However, unlike such a person’s good smile, the content of his words is firm and sinister.
Above all, ‘purification’, because I like to say it, means burning at the stake. It was not an ordinary burning at the stake, but a slow burning to death over 13 days.
At this point, I think I know where Orgas’ pure madness came from. If you are in the Vatican with a person like this at the head, I think he has no choice but to be like that.
“The child must have been brought to Osgar because there were many sins each of you have committed. Let’s find out what sins you have committed…”
“I did nothing wrong!”
The middle-aged man opened his mouth.
It seems like his mouth has finally relaxed. Or maybe he lifted the spell.
The Pope stood before him kindly.
“Are you innocent?”
“That’s right! It’s unfair!”
An interlude of silence.
The Pope’s eyes scanned him deeply.
“I truly believe that.”
“That’s right…! No. How did you find out…?”
A surprisingly firm answer from a middle-aged man who had been insisting.
‘Could it be that you read my thoughts?’
There were certainly such rumors circulating about the Pope. You can’t lie to the Pope.
This is a story I heard not only in the game, but also after being possessed here.
I just shook my head.
There are three types of impossible abilities in Panta
Immediately.
Prophecy.
And, the ability to read the other person’s mind.
Rules that were set as truth from the beginning.
Therefore, there is no such thing as magic to read another person’s mind.
However, the Pope’s appearance seemed to deny even that truth.
“I just ran a daycare center! In the process, a plague broke out…”
“You must have caused the plague.”
“No…”
“It’s a lie. Hmm. It says there are 30 children here… But there are more. 70? 73. Yes. They were all girls.”
“Wh… Wh…!”
The middle-aged man was running towards the cliff at the Pope’s words.
I sighed when I saw that.
‘… What kind of f*cking technology is that?’
The moment a question is answered, the other person’s answer appears to be visible in the Pope’s head.
Then it is the worst.
Because I have several secrets that must be hidden.
The fact that I am possessed or that I know the future.
The moment you are discovered, it is over.
You won’t die well.
I’ll be taken to Osgar’s raw fish restaurant and cut out layer by layer until I spit out everything I know.
We need to understand the Pope’s abilities.
How do we implement the impossible ‘act of reading thoughts’?
You may be finding a clue from the other person.
I observed closely.
My ‘observation’ ability has already increased by one level while observing Lord Riepenstein.
A little more detailed situations came into view.
“… That’s not it! I can only go so far!”
“They raped him and even offered him up as a sacrifice. Could it be related to the Shaleam cultists?”
Following the Pope’s gaze, I looked at the middle-aged man.
The area around his eyes. Lips. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly.
“No way!”
“There you are.”
Repetition of that pattern.
To some extent, it seemed like the secret to the Pope’s abilities had been discovered.
I don’t know exactly what kind of ability that is, but…
‘The key is shaking.’
Every time the opponent trembled, the Pope found the answer.
If not, it was either taken as truth or induced other tremors.
Thievo Brom, a middle-aged man – no, a S-class wanted criminal, a serial killer and rapist, and a missionary of the Shale Church – was confirmed to be a witch.
The process, which lasted about 3 minutes, must have been a kind of showmanship.
The Pope’s three minutes are so precious just to deal with criminals like this.
That is.
I guess it was to show the emperor a sneak peek of his abilities.
“What do you think? This is how I judge sinners.”
“You are very merciful. If it had been Jim, you would have split the ship without even saying a word.”
“It’s been a while and I also have a headache. hehehe.”
The Pope smiled kindly and lightly gestured toward the middle-aged man.
“Your sins will be purified.”
“Now, wait a moment… I-I…!”
“To the stake.”
“Wait, wait… Rain, you damn bastard! We blood people will kill you Deus bastards… Eup!”
His mouth was forced shut.
And then it just disappeared.
The silence came in an instant.
“Heh heh.”
Only a very comfortable laugh disturbs the silence.
One side of the wall is wide open.
Beyond the glass, a flame began to burn softly.
It was hard to see clearly at a considerable distance, but the flames were clearly alive and fluttering.
“I hope that even your soul becomes clean.”
It was a short prayer by the Pope.
His gaze focused on the next person.
“Osgar, that child really hates you so much.”
Pity expressed in the voice of the Pope.
Its direction was not towards me.
The widow sitting to my left. She responded to the Pope.
“I-I don’t know what you mean.”
A brief look of sadness appeared on the Pope’s face.
It was soon covered with a benevolent expression, but it was not so light that it could be missed.
Is there some kind of story between the two?
One thing is certain: at least that widow-looking woman does not usually have a past.
Why did she, who was a saint, come down from her position?
She was thus driven out to the outskirts.
It is difficult for me to know why she was once again captured by the Vatican as a witch.
But I need her.
If necessary, I planned to at least try to save her from being accused of being a witch.
“It would be better for you to lose your memory once again.”
It seems like there was no need for that.
The Pope just quietly placed his hand on her head.
“Don’t suffer in your memories, just relax.”
Paat.
With a brief white light, the woman’s body lost strength.
“Arianne.”
The Pope’s serious voice.
The sight of her lying unconscious looked particularly similar to one of the heroines I know.