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”How is the Silver Moon?” He suddenly spoke to the dark, rotten forest where nobody was around with his usual voice that sounded like from a grave.

”Based on the blood ties, I sense that the wounds are not fatal, but the recovery will take a long time.” The empty darkness suddenly rolled and gathered into a person. He wore a red shirt and a black jacket with a collar that reached his head. His silver hair dangled to his shoulder. His eyes were as attractive as the moon in the sky. His face was flawless and even more beautiful than the ladies'. One might even say that it was eccentric.

He looked at the Liege of Death with a smile and said regretfully, ”Why does every legendary sorcerer of the school of necromancy make themselves so creepy and hideous? What a pure and innocent young man you were when I just met you…”

”How is the pope?” The Liege of Death had long learned to ignore the guy's meaningless topic.

”After Tria was occupied, he returned to Lance. Maybe we can look forward to certain situations.” The silver-haired man shook his head. ”Abel is dead, and I am very sad, but I am even sadder about your current look. What a shame…”

”Abel is dead? Dracula must be very happy…” The Liege of Death was briefly stunned.

...

In the Radiance Church in Rentato…

”The Liege of Death joined hands with the Witch of Iceland and the Eye of Curse? He has recovered to level three?” Same as all the other men of the Gusta Empire, 'Graceful Angel' Francois had a thick beard. His face had been worn out by time, but his green eyes did not age at all and remained profound and sacred.

He seized the key of Kritonia's report very quickly.

Kritonia coughed. ”Yes. Without him, neither the Witch of Iceland nor the Eye of Curse would've caused any trouble. Most of my current wounds were made by him.”

His body had been cut from the waist, with only half left. The flesh was wriggling and growing, trying to recuperate, but it only decayed into stinky, yellowish pus nonstop.

Francois performed 'God's Healing' while he asked about the details of the battle. In the end, he nodded his head. ”You were the only one who could've escaped by bursting out the power of space and time. If it were me, I must've died already.”

The red robes who were summoned were astounded first and then infuriated. The sorcerers, who were being chased after like stray dogs, were bold enough to set up Alfonsol and attack the Heart of Time?

They were outraged now that their sense of superiority was broken. They shouted, ”Lord Francois, we must let the sorcerers know that the world belongs to the Lord now!”

”My lord, order the legendary knights in all countries to take action! All the sorcerers involved in this must be judged!”

”Let's restore the previous rules. Nobles or not, all the suspects should be captured and burnt!”

”Sharp must be sentenced for betraying the Lord and conspiring with the sorcerers to kill Alfonsol!”

”Lord Francois, please send me to capture Sharp!”

They urged, trying to vent their fury and judge the blasphemous nobles and sorcerers.

Looking at them calmly, Francois did not open his mouth until they all calmed down. ”It was only Sharp's random contract. He hoped that the sorcerers would leave after realizing the gap between them and us. There's no evidence that he was directly involved in the operation to assassinate Alfonsol.”

”But in any case, it was blasphemy and betrayal that he did not kill the sorcerers on the spot! He deserves to be burnt!” A giant of the Inquisition shouted.

”He's a noble and one of the Sword of Truth's most trusted subordinates,” Francois said at ease.

Another red robe said regretfully, ”So what? Without us, they would've been the sorcerers' dogs. It is the Lord who gives them a new life and their current position, and this is how they are repaying the Lord? We must let the nobles know that the Lord is supreme and that they have no privileges before the Lord! Lord Francois, ask for the help of His Holiness. Since some of the nobles are untrustworthy, we should purge them at the same time.”

He also knew that they were short of hands to accomplish the mission, so he encouraged Francois to ask for the reinforcement of saints from the pope.

”I can absolutely understand your fury. I want to judge the Liege of Death and Sharp as much as you do,” Francois said peacefully before he suddenly changed the topic. ”However, there is something that I have to tell you. Last night, Abel and Dracula, two top legendary vampires, attacked the pope together, and the Silver Moon took action, too…”

Huh?

Everybody was shocked. They looked at Francois in confusion. Had His Holiness died?

His face unchanged, Francois said, ”Having no choice, His Holiness used God's Arrival twice in a row. He killed Abel and heavily wounded the Silver Moon. However, due to his poor conditions, he has returned to Lance, and the war westwards has been stuck in Tria.”

Then, he sighed. ”It's possible that we will have a new pope very soon.”