“(Just to be safe.) Yeah, yeah, I'm from the Tsar, are you two happy now?” He answered, annoyed. He just hoped Elizabeth wouldn't put him through anything too terrible for lying about where he was from.

“Ohoho, really? What parish?” Ruby asked, with a smirk.

“They have oblasts, Ruby,” Agnes added.

Both looked at him expectantly.

He sighed. “(If I remember correctly it was-) Svetgrad.”

“Oh there, I remember going there with my family. It has those white beaches right?” She asked, getting closer and closer to him until she was holding his hands while looking into his face.

“Yup, nearly pearly white.”

“Really? I never knew the East had places like that, maybe you can take me there to go skinny dipping sometime ♡.” Ruby tried to rub his back but was quickly stopped by Agnes.

(“Hehehe, my lord thank you. With this piece of information, he truly is mine. I have something that these other bitches don't. Something that will truly make him mine. Commonality. Ah, I can see it now, he misses his country and those in it but he has no one here. But he has me! We may not be from the same country but they're close enough that we have more than enough in common! Tired of these foreign seductresses, he'll want something pure that reminds him of home. ME!! The fact they haven't sunk their claws into him yet means I have the best chance of making him my own!”) After deluding herself with some wishful thinking the trio got back on topic.

“So why doesn't he know about the Bishops if he's from the same region?” Ruby asked.

“Ruby, you dumb bitch, we’re not from the same country. No one outside of Terra Luciferi knows about the Bishops.”

“Bishops!?” He paused. “With an ‘s’?” He paused again, this time getting up to his feet. “There's more of those bastards!?” Tibaut shouted in disbelief.

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Multiple Days Earlier

The man in the tattered armour walked up to the table. His helmet was destroyed days ago and part of the chest plate was damaged as well.

Two others sat around the table and they seemed more preoccupied with paperwork than the man that entered.

They were in the spacious chamber of some castle in an unknown country. It was made of white marble with various beings and symbols painted on the walls and roofs. Various angels, some with white wings and some black, were shown looking up at a singular angel in the room. They had four pairs of white wings slowly turning black at about half their lengths, with a cracked halo above their head along with a pair of horns. They had blonde hair that turned to black as well with one eye blue and the other blood red.

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“I have something quite interesting to show us all.” The armoured man told the others.

The man and the woman at the table both wore eccentric-looking suits as they looked through their papers, signing or stamping what they had to.

Ash was soon thrown on the table.

The man gave a quick before looking back to his papers, disinterested, while the woman dragged the man closer to herself and got a good look at him. She brought his face close to hers and really analysed him. He had orange hair and one of his arms looked like it had been gnawed on by a hungry beast. His clothing had burns across it as well.

“Hmm, he is a nice-looking man.” She commented. “But I assume you didn't bring him here for me to indulge in my desires.” She asked before gently kissing him and setting him down on the table.

“You're a disgrace to us all.” The man across from her commented.

“Hmph, I'm simply acting the way our Lord wants us to.” The lady fired back. “We all have desires, do we not? Why should I pretend the good-looking man on the table isn't someone that interests me?” She calmly asked.

The man in the armour looked about ready to leave but the lady soon turned her attention to him.

“So why have you brought this man here.”

“Answer me this, why are only two cardinals present? I can forgive my fellow Bishops and the other Archbishops, except the one of the West. But he and the other three cardinals have no excuse. You do nothing but spend time in this nation.”

“Maintaining a nation isn't easy work.” The woman responded with a shrug of the shoulder. “Besides can you blame them, why should we take time out of our days just to meet a Bishop?” She asked in a rather casual tone.

The man across her remained silent, continuing to fill out his paperwork.

“Let's not play games here, I'm not just any Bishop.” The armoured man responded.

The man on the table soon began groaning and seemed to be regaining consciousness.

“Yeah, yeah, you're the Grand Cross for the Knights of the Morning Sun and the Pope considers you his sword, I get that. But come on, stop acting like you're on our level just cause the Pope likes to have you around.” She rudely but confidently stated as she began to play with the waking man's cheeks.

He could only sigh at those words but this was no time to be arguing with each other.

“For now, humour me. Venus, how old would you guess the man on the table is?” He asked her while he slowly took off his armour. It took two days of nonstop travel to get here and the destroyed armour only served to annoy him.

The man at the table looked at the orange-haired man and looked shocked when his eyes turned to the Bishop.

“What did you do? I can sense some of our lord’s…what happened to you?” The man asked.

“Haha, did you think he wasn't even worth looking at, Roko?” Venus asked.

“I encountered a strong opponent. Based on what I saw, I believe he's that Saint the church of Gabri-”

“False church,” Venus interjected.