124 – Smiling Prince Maker (1)
Unlike Victor, who becomes emperor in this history, Siron could not say with confidence that he knew Austin well.
Anyway, it has to be that way,
Originally, the Austin of history was a person with no importance who died after only showing a gossip.
‘Honestly, I think I barely remember the name…’
What he knew for sure was that he was supported by forces led by the Guards Commander.
On the other hand, he knew very well about Henry, the second prince.
An arrogant, greedy, and jealous person who seems to have written down writings that even his subordinates use for his own comfort and gain.
Because of this, the sickly Austin dies while competing with Henry, who is nervous and fights without hesitation.
It wasn’t a poisoned assassination, it was just my short lifeline that caused me to collapse and die.
That’s why I didn’t have a firm mindset that I would fight directly.
In front of Chiron, there were scattered problems to be dealt with immediately, and Austin, who died of natural causes on several repeated routes… To be honest, the risk of facing as a risk factor was less than that of Siriel.
Perhaps, even if left as it is, there would be no threat.
but.
Shiron was a person who never forgot grudges.
It was natural not to ignore the quarrel that had come.
Even if it takes a long time if you get beaten once, you have to take revenge. I had to pay back not just as much as I received, but twice or even three times, so that I could forget about it without regret.
Late night.
The villa of the Minister of Finance, Strasser, located in a quiet urban area.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
The guard struggled against the sudden strangulation.
“Wow. Your strength is good too.”
“Ugh! Ugh!”
Soon, the guard’s body became limp, like a doll whose strings had been cut.
“Whew.”
Shiron, wearing a black hood, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. This is the eleventh time. It took a lot of effort to just stun it without killing it.
-Master, we’re done here too. You can come in now.
A lively voice was heard from beyond the wall. At Encia’s signal, Siron climbed over the wall in one go.
Just like Siron, there were demons wearing black hoods. It was possible to bring in additional Sera, but since the work is secret, it is better to have as few people as possible participate. Encia and Ophelia were perfect companions who were trustworthy and could be used like limbs.
Siron approached them, being careful not to step on the people on the floor.
“Just checking just in case, you didn’t kill him, right?”
“Oh, of course. That’s difficult.”
After hearing Encia’s answer, Siron nodded.
The plan to destroy the 1st Prince’s foundation required many witnesses and the gruesome result that no one died.
Sigh-
Siron wrapped the doorknob with a handkerchief and opened the door to the villa. Siron went inside without hesitation, admiring the interior filled with marble pieces that looked expensive at first glance.
What you need to do now is find a secret location. To be more precise, looking for a room to decorate to make one look like a devil worshiper or cultist.
“If you find a hidden room or entrance to the basement, come to me.”
“yes.”
After giving a concise answer, they began to search the mansion like teeth.
*
“Master. I found it.”
Not long after we parted ways at the entrance, Ophelia approached us.
As we moved under her guidance, we found a basement suitable for plotting.
The basement had not been touched by anyone since it had been used as a warehouse for a long time.
A musty, musty smell stings your nose, and the only light source that illuminates the space is a quiet torch.
“I’d like it here.”
Siron, with a grin, handed a sharp dagger to Encia and Ophelia.
Immediately afterwards, they slashed their forearms with a dagger with all their might.
Squeak-
A thin solid line is drawn on the fair skin, and red blood drips down.
“Where can I do it?”
“hmm…”
After thinking for a while. Siron pointed to a corner of the wall.
The demons nodded at that signal.
Sigh-
Using their own blood as paint, they began to paint on the wall.
Siron, with his arms crossed, gave instructions to the girls as if he were supervising.
“Uh, okay. Just sprinkle it there. It would be nice to draw a six-pointed star and a goat skull as well.”
“Would you like to draw a lightning bolt and thorn vines?”
“for a moment.”
Siron took out a notebook from his pocket. After flipping through the pages for a while, Siron found some pagan phrases he had written while he was a trainee priest.
“Hear the call of God who will save us. And witness the coming of the Apostle… Write it out like that.”
“Wow.”
Encia, who was looking at the moldy wall, looked back. She looked at Siron, who had his arms crossed, with a rotten expression.
“It’s so lame. Among the devils I know, no devil has such bad sense.”
“…There’s no way we’ll be identified as you guys. Just do as you’re told.”
“This is a great insult to the group called devils. Since it leaves traces with our blood, it reveals to the world that even if it was not the devil’s work directly, it was the work of someone with a close relationship with the devil…”
“Did you forget the terms of the contract? We agreed to cooperate actively.”
“…all right.”
Encia stuck out her mouth and wrote down the phrase Shiron had said.
She didn’t know if there was any direct correlation between killing a demon god and falsely accusing an unknown human of being a demon worshiper, but… Anyway, since Shiron, the contractor, said she needed it, she didn’t ask any more questions and did as he was told.
Meanwhile, unlike Encia, who was full of dissatisfaction, Ofelia drew a picture while humming.
She must have been very dexterous, and even though she only used her fingers and blood, she was able to draw a beautiful scene of a magic world and the beasts running around there, just as good as a cathedral painting.
After a while.
A temple that looks like it will house an evil god has been completed.
Bizarre phrases were written everywhere, and pictures of the Apocalypse containing war and destruction filled the room.
Finally, Chiron took out a piece of black glass from his bosom and dropped it on the floor.
[The piece of the wicked god.]
The shards of glass from which the vicious demonic energy comes out will be enough to make the Holy Empire’s Holy Mace Knights move.
‘I guess this is enough.’
Chiron nodded at the quite plausible sight and turned around and got out of the basement.
However, this was not the end.
If left alone, the Minister of Finance who noticed the intruder’s actions would try to destroy the absurd evidence.
So, the world had to know what was going on in this villa.
The way to do that is easy.
Siron took out the oil jar he had prepared in advance and poured the contents on the floor.
“Let’s go out.”
So the three of them leisurely left the villa, and the lightning that struck the dry sky burned down the mansion.
*
the next morning.
Instead of Hugo, who was absent from the workshop because he had business to attend to, Eldrina stared at the guests who came to the mansion.
For a person who came without any notice, he was quite an old face. The hostess of the mansion opened her mouth with a welcoming smile.
“Cardinal Devialet? What are you doing here?”
“Ma’am. I have something to ask of you.”
“Are you asking me a favor?”
When Eldrina looked puzzled, Devialet handed her a copy of the document.
[draft call]
“…Not even a month has passed since he returned from his expedition, so you’re calling him up?”
“It is not addressed to Sir Hugo.”
“then?”
From noble mtl dot com
“This is a summons from your nephew, Master.”
Devialet turned the pages of the document and showed a piece of paper with the seal of the Holy Empire.
“Do you remember the fire that occurred in the suburbs not long ago?”
“Of course. It’s been widely reported in the newspapers for a few days. But what does that have to do with my child?”
my child
Siron was not Eldrina’s child from an embryo and was not included in the family register, but he was Siriel’s future partner. So it was no wonder that Eldrina’s expression hardened.
Seeing the puzzled expression, Devialet raised his glasses and continued his explanation.
“It’s relevant. Your nephew is a priest assigned to the Lien Diocese.”
*
“You are Siron Prien.”
Siron faced the guests in the main building’s reception room.
He had a strong body that could be mistaken for a paladin, but the sight of his writhing muscles on his priestly robes with the white cardinal’s seal on them was enough to be burdensome.
Cardinal Devialet.
Shiron greeted him with the sign of the cross.
“Your Excellency, Cardinal. I’ve heard of your reputation. It’s an honor to meet you like this.”
“Brother Chiron. Don’t call me that hard.”
Devialet grabbed Chiron by the shoulders and straightened him up.
fleeting moment.
His body, which he felt from the hand holding his chin, was firm, uncharacteristic of a priest.
‘I see… Sir Malleus recommends it.’
The sturdy body felt under the thin fabric made Devialet nod.
“It’s because we’ll have to see each other for a long time. Call me comfortably.”
“Then I’ll shorten it to Cardinal.”
Siron smiled at Devialet with a friendly smile.
The two talked a lot while enjoying refreshments brought by the manor of the mansion.
“Let’s get to the point soon.”
Devialet said, putting down his teacup.
“It’s because a summons has been issued for you.”
“I’ve heard it before.”
“Then the story will be quick.”
Devialet said, wiping the smile from his face.
“A big fire broke out in the suburbs a while ago.”
“…Is anyone hurt?”
Siron leaned forward and asked back. Facing that face full of worry and concern, Devialet closed his eyes for a moment.
‘What an admirable young man this is.’
Devialet began to like Siron, even though it was his first time meeting him, as he seemed to put human life first.
“Fortunately, no one was hurt. However, the big problem is that this is an issue that requires the church to act directly.”
Devialet held out a wad of paper in front of Siron.
Siron took the stack of paper, narrowed his eyes, and began to read the lines.
The report investigating the fire scene detailed the strange temple discovered in the basement of the burned-out building.
After reading the document, Siron neatly gathered the papers and placed them on the table.
“Can I ask you a few questions?”
“…Something?”
“Are there any other priests who have been summoned besides me?”
“You are alone.”
“…That’s strange. The number of priests residing in Rien must be significant.”
Siron recalled a summons that had occurred once before. As soon as Lucerne discovered traces of cultists, they mobilized all the local priests and filled the area with sacred footprints.
Devialet let out a long sigh at Siron’s puzzled reaction.
“Because the matter is serious.”
Tendons sprouted from his iron-like fist.
“It’s because of the revelation written in the blood of the devil.”
“Devil… you mean?”
“okay.”
Devialet nodded once to Siron, who had a vain expression on his face.
“Demons who had disappeared for hundreds of years, demons that were difficult to see even in the Demonic Sutra, appeared in the world and announced the end of the world.”
“…”
“If we push ahead with the sheer number of people, we may end up making unnecessary sacrifices. That is His Majesty’s judgment.”
Devialet recalled the contents of the letter of recommendation sent by Malleus.
Judgment and skill befitting his age, and divine power that easily surpasses that of a bishop.
The youngest, shortest, and the best tree in Lucerne, breaking all kinds of records.
All of that added confidence to Devialet’s judgment.
“Currently, I am the only cardinal that can be mobilized in Lien, and the bishop level is still on an expedition south of the Macal Mountains. So, you are the only one.”
Devialet slowly got up from his seat and extended his hand to Siron.
“Then you must be willing to step forward.”
Shiron smiled happily and held his thick hands together.