“So bored. I’m so bored!”

It’s been three days since we went over to the Pedo-beast’s place, and all of my games were confiscated.

Truly, you only realize something’s value as soon as you lose it...I miss chess, I miss chess oh so much!

From now on, I’m totally going to appreciate everything I have.

“That’ll teach you not to run away again.” Exclaimed the old man.

Don’t worry, old man. I shall get my revenge in due time!

By the way, we are both sitting in opposing chairs. As you have guessed, it’s the place where we usually play chess...although, the chess board is missing. Instead, there’s a tray with two cups of tea. One for me, and one for the old man.

“To start with, when are you going to get me to my so called ‘husband’? I haven’t heard from the emperor ever since you brought me here! And it’s been almost a month!!”

At least if I were to ever moved into the palace, I’ll be able to get crystal gears!

Although I really hope that the emperor is a woman just like Luke. I really do! I really, really hope that’s the case.

“Well,” The old man smiled wryly, “We’re a bit busy, dealing with the various factions within the palace before introducing you to the scene.”

“Oh...The nobility?”

I mean, I can’t think of anybody else aside from nobility. Is it their refusal to accept a commoner as the emperor’s spouse?

The old man shakes his head, “There’s that...but to be honest, it’s the church of the thirteen saints!”

“The church of thirteen saints?”

Of course, by that question, I didn’t mean for him to think that I didn’t know the church of thirteen saints. It’s a church that worships...well, the thirteen saints--or heroes--who defeated the demon overlord and unified the continent!

The leader of the thirteen saints was also the first emperor--he was rewarded the seat because of his superb achievement of having the biggest hand in eliminating the demon lord.

The old man sighed, “It’s truly a pain in the arse! Do you know what they want? They want to have their head priestess to marry the emperor!”

“...And...?”

I don’t really see a problem with that.

“You don’t understand at all, do you? By having their head priestess marrying the emperor, the church will have it’s roots within the royal family!”

“Again, and...?”

Wasn’t the church formed, to begin with, by decedents of the thirteen saints? What’s the point of mixing, for example, the second saint’s blood with the first’s?

“Are you really that stupid?”

Did this old man just call me stupid? Me? ME?!

“You’re the one who’s stupid! Idiot!! What does mixing the blood of one saint with another signifies?!”

The old man was taken a back for a moment, and then as if he realized something, “Oh! It really escaped my mind, but the church wasn’t really formed by the thirteen saints of their descendents, you know?”

“Pfffffffft!”

And a bomb has been dropped!

I ended up spitting all of that tea on the old man.

The old man pursed his lips in disgust, “Hey! What the hell are you doing?!”

“What am I doing? You just broke one of the rules I call common sense, and you ask me what I’m doing?!”

The old man ‘hmph-ed’, “Their roots are simply too deep. Too deep.”

I took another sip of my tea to change the taste within my mouth, when the old man dropped yet another bomb, “Because I’ve known this since I was a child, I took it to be a natural truth. Of course, the masses have all been spoon fed lies. Oh, which reminds me, you can’t tell people about this, alright? Not only will you be sentenced to death in the name of baptism, you’ll also be labeled as a liar and be hated by the masses!”

“Pffffffffffft!!!”

You freaking old man! If you know that telling me something as dangerous--as controversial--as that, then don’t fucking say it to begin with!

Ugh, I’m not going to die, am I?

T-there are no spies here that will tell on me and get me killed...are there?

Oh, for fucking sake, aren’t almost all of the servants here are my enemies?!

“Wait a second, wait a second, wait a second! I think I understand the problem here...are the church trying to deepen their roots even further by mixing their blood with the royal blood line?!”

“You arsehole, don’t you dare ask my anything anymore! You’ll only be spitting that whole tea pot worth of tea on me at this rate!! Put down the tea cup, then we’ll continue talking.” The old man said, quite angry to be honest.

It’s just a little bit of tea, no need to get emotional over it...

I put down my cup of tea, after making sure I take just one last sip of it.

I, of course, swallowed it.

What? Did you expect me to spit on him yet again? I do realize that it’ll be hilarious, but even I do realize that the time is not right for these jokes.

This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it

After finishing up with the cleaning of his, rather old face, he looked down on his clothes disappointingly, and then at me with both disgust and contempt.

“The church already holds the hearts of the commoners. The nobility themselves are going to be content with money and women, so I doubt they hold any regard to the safety of the royalty. After all, they are simply too drunk on peace. loyalty is something of the pass, you might even say. I question that if the emperor and the head priestess married and had a child, that child will, most certainly, become a puppet for the church.”

Ehhh...then aren’t the church like the total bad guys here?

How Ironic, is all I can say. The ones who are supposed to be the most pure, the most courageous, the most selfless and the most heroic are actually all greedy bastards, eh...

“Then why not have the emperor take another wife? And have her child become the emperor?”

Won’t that totally resolve the whole problem?

“It’s really not that simple. As I said before, the church grasps the hearts of the commoners! They can simply say that the emperor--or in this case, the previous emperor--conspired against the good will of his ancestor, and the person who has both bloodlines of the saints--one from the emperor and the other from the church--is the legitimate emperor! They’ll through a coup d'etat in the name of the saints and truly become the rulers of the continent!”

“...Or even worse, have the continent split up to different kingdoms and duchesses and whatnot...”

The old man nodded in satisfaction, “That’s basically it.”

Wait...if that’s the case...

“...Then why me? Why did you kidnap me from home to marry the emperor? You could have chosen any random noble’s daughter, than a man like me!”

The old man sighed, “That’s true...but the emperor requested it himself!”

“...........”

Doesn’t that mean that the emperor is gay?!

But I’m not gay!

“Sigh. My clothes are in ruin, and my body feels super uncomfortable...I’ll go have a bath and change clothes.” Quickly muttered the old man. Of course, I was able to hear it ever so faintly.

“Well then, I’ll be going now.”

As he said that, he stood up and began to walk toward the exit.

As for me?

I quickly cast the invisibility spell in a voice he can’t hear, and exited the room before the door could close after the old man.

The old man continued to walk toward his own chambers, and I followed in tow.

As he started to climb the stairs to the third floor--this new mansion is composed of four floors by the way. My room is situated in the second, while the old man is on the third--I noticed a few young maids passing by here and there. And by a few, I actually mean a lot. At least more than ten.

To put it simply, the perverted old man has situated a lot of young maids within the third floor.

And right at this instant, I pulled down on his trousers.

“W-woaaaaah!!”

He fell face first on the stairs, and his underware was visible for all the young maids to see.

It was clearly noticeable that the young maids looked at the old man and his naked legs in both astonishment and confusion, before hurriedly leaving the scene. Why, you might ask? The answer is really simple. Because they can’t hold their laughter any longer! It’s mere stupidity to laugh at your boss--especially if he can have you and your family executed with a single word--no matter what!

I could faintly hear their laughter in the distance.

Remember people, a grudge can run through ten generations!

Mere three days is nothing at all compared to that.

Oh, and this was also for him telling me sensitive information!

“A spirit, eh...or was it a pixie?” The old man suddenly exclaimed.

“Whoever you are--whatever you are, let me tell you something. I have a very particular set of skills. Skills that will make you cry in anguish with the mere thought of them, skills that will make you dream of nightmares in the middle of a bright day. A particular set of skills that will let me find and...kill!”

His exclamation sent shivers down my spine, and while he was still facing the stairs...I made my run for it!

What the fuck man, I didn't kidnap your daughter or anything! All I did was embarrass you a little in front of your little, cute maids! H-he didn't catch a glimpse of me...right? I-I was invisible...r-right?

Indeed, grudges run through ten generations...I truly hope that this saying is false!

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Author rant: Still can't think of anything really funny to write, lol. I wonder if this a writer's block? On other news, I got my hands on the ps4 game, Mad Max a few hours ago. How exactly did I get it a few days before the release? Magic, people, magic! (To be serious, it's more like I got the right connections.)