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The capital of the Holy Empire stood as a bustling city, teeming with various shops and residential buildings adorning every corner. Civilians went about their daily affairs, engaging in trade and barter. The city guards, ever vigilant, patrolled the streets, ensuring order and security. Undoubtedly, it was one of the most fortified and protected cities in the world.

However, the religious politics pursued by the country left a sour mark on the rest of the world. The fervent beliefs of the Holy Empire led to the persecution of other races, such as the elves and demi-human factions. They served directly under Michael, with God Himself reigning above them all.

Cardinal Lucious, the leader of the Holy Empire, was an unsavory figure. While I had yet to meet him in person, his name often cropped up in conversations. It seemed he had achieved great accomplishments for someone like Alpos to mention him on occasion.

At the heart of the city stood the Grand Cathedral, a majestic gothic structure that seemed to reach for the heavens. Gargoyles and other demonic-looking creatures adorned its walls, casting an eerie aura. The weathered stone added a sense of depth to the architecture, while crosses and religious sculptures adorned the tops of each tower.

Following Yarine's instructions, I found myself standing before the imposing structure, its presence both intimidating and intriguing. Its magnificent design reminded me of the blueprints Alpos had shared, resembling the walls currently under construction in hell.

Two guards stood stoically at the top of the cathedral stairs, their gleaming pikes and armor speaking of their unwavering dedication. They exuded an aura distinct from that of ordinary soldiers—these were the elite guards of the church. The holy crosses adorning their necks and their attire left no doubt about their purpose.

Without hindrance, they granted me entry.

As I stepped into the cathedral, the long aisle stretched before me, adorned with a crimson carpet. Numerous benches were arranged, occupied by devout individuals engaged in quiet prayers, their murmurs carrying the sacred words.

These were dark times, yet the flame of their faith burned brightly.

Above, the stained glass windows showcased the intricate craftsmanship of masters, depicting the figure of Michael and his valiant struggle against the demonic legions during the first war. The artistry served as a reminder of my own failings in leadership, while also offering hope to humanity, demonstrating that they could stand against the forces of darkness.

If only they knew the tragic fate that had befallen their beloved angel, Michael.

Walking along the aisle, I took a seat at the very front, my crimson eyes fixated on the bishop as he delivered his prayers to the congregation.

He undoubtedly noticed my presence, his gaze locked on me, and I could sense his tremors from the moment I arrived. However, I took care not to draw too much attention, maintaining an air of subtle presence.

The bishop, his voice beginning to waver within his prayer, pressed on.

"And in the Lord, in whom we place our utmost faith, shall our eternal souls find guidance to the heavens, where solace awaits, lifting the burdens of our earthly existence. Only those who lead lives of modesty shall ascend to His divine realm, discovering eternal peace. He who has fought on our behalf against the very demons has once again sent forth his children to protect us from encroaching evil. The Demon God, with his relentless forces of darkness, seeks to sow dismay and doubt within our faith. Yet, let us not waver, for the Lord is watching, and this grand test bestowed upon us by the heavens shall fortify our faith."

Ugh, now I have to listen to this bastard...

"In the name of Michael, we are called to live with righteousness, guided by the principles of our holy father. We must shield our souls from the clutches of darkness, resisting its temptations at every turn. Those who succumb to corruption shall be condemned to burn in the depths of hell for all eternity."

What the hell? As if, I can't bother torturing souls all day, I got a life too. But I would definitely make time for him, that's for sure.

"After two hours of prayer, we shall convene to discuss the accomplishments of Michael and how to lead a life that would make God proud."

With a subtle nod, the congregation surrounding me simultaneously rose, making their way toward the exit. Meanwhile, monks entered the room, diligently attending to the task of cleaning the floors.

As the room gradually cleared, I chose to linger behind. Observing my actions, the bishop approached me, a nervous smile playing on his lips as he inquired, "Greetings, my child. Are you here to receive the divine word? If so, then..."

Before he could finish his sentence, I interjected, "I am here upon the request of Priestess Yarine."

The mention of her name caused the bishop's eyes to widen in recognition. "Ah, yes. You must be the companion who came to their aid."

Curiosity piqued, I questioned, "How are you aware of that?"

"We, the Holy Order, employ surveillance magic within our kingdom, enabling us to observe and monitor the faith and devotion of individuals like Lady Yarine to her divine master," the bishop explained.

If he knew what I was capable of, then they wouldn't allow me to enter here, so their surveillance must be one of low tier.

"She is truly an exceptional woman," I acknowledged.

"Indeed," the bishop agreed, motioning for me to take a seat.

As we both settled down, the bishop removed his hat, our eyes focused ahead as we delved deeper into our conversation.

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"Emperor Lucious, the Grand Cardinal of the Church, is currently engaged in a meeting with Lady Yarine. It may be some time before she joins us," the bishop informed me.

"I understand," I responded, preparing to take my leave. However, the bishop gently placed his hand on mine, urging me to remain.

"I sense a profound darkness within you, my child. What troubles your soul?" he inquired with a genuine concern in his voice.

Who are you calling child, you arrogant prick? You're the one bothering me.

"It's nothing..."

"Please, you may speak to me as you would to our Father in the heavens."

What father? Your heavens are blocked by the darkened clouds, and your beloved angels are nothing but a sham.

"I would prefer not to delve into the depths of my troubles. Please, do not look any further," I insisted, hoping to discourage further probing.

The bishop's gaze softened, reflecting his compassion. "But to witness such pain within you, I cannot let you depart from here without offering my assistance."

Is he trying to die?

Damn it, I can't blow my cover though.

"Then, if you insist, Father..." I replied reluctantly, my mind racing to fabricate a story that would satisfy his curiosity.

"You see, Father, my family... they were all killed when I was young. I became an orphan, left to navigate a harsh existence, moving from one shelter to another, struggling to find even the barest means of survival," I began, weaving a tale of hardship and despair.

The bishop nodded sympathetically, acknowledging the sorrowful circumstances I portrayed. "Truly, a lamentable fate."

"And as I grew older, Father, I witnessed the flaws of humanity—their incompetence, their sinful desires, their insatiable hunger for power and pride," I continued, emphasizing the darker aspects of human nature. "Forced to work for free as a slave to my adoptive family, taken advantage of in every way, I led out into the real world, a world of hardship and chaos."

The bishop listened intently, his expression reflecting both understanding and concern.

"In that world, I finally had managed to find the light, my hope, my dream... I found myself entangled in a passionate and tumultuous relationship with an innocent young woman who I believed to be my true love,"

The bishop's gaze remained focused, his attention unwavering.

"But as time went on, I discovered she had been secretly meeting with multiple other men, betraying the trust I had placed in her," I continued, my voice filled with a hint of bitterness. "Consumed by a surge of uncontrollable rage and anguish, I succumbed to my darkest impulses and took her life."

"She was a promiscuous woman, a whore. My child, there is no denying the morality of taking a human life, but to engage in such immoral behavior, defiling the body gifted to us by God, is the greatest offense against Him. You did what was necessary, think the lives she would have ruined if she continued to delve down her debauchery. You've done the world a service." the bishop pronounced, his voice carrying a conviction driven by his faith.

A wave of disbelief washed over me as I realized the bishop's justification for my actions. No wonder the rest of the world views them as misguided in their religious fervor.

"But, Father, even now, I am haunted by memories of the time we spent together,"

The bishop's tone remained firm as he responded, "She exploited your trust and received the punishment she deserved."

With a hint of hesitation, I shook my head, disagreeing with the bishop's words. "Listen, Father, in life, we must strive to control our emotions, no matter how difficult. While I understand the consequences of taking a life, I cannot accept that her actions justify my own."

The bishop's expression softened, his voice carrying a touch of compassion. "My son, in the journey of life, we cannot always control every emotion that surges within us. However, we must strive to resist our darker urges. Killing is indeed a grave sin, but her actions were a greater offense against God."

"I understand, Father," I replied, my patience wearing thin with his justifications.

"Lady Yarine will indeed take some time, I presume she has promised you payment for your protection?" the bishop inquired.

"Yes, she has," I confirmed.

"And the agreed amount was five hundred gold, correct?" he asked, seeking confirmation.

"Yes, that was the agreed amount," I replied.

"Please, excuse me for a moment while I make the necessary preparations. Kindly remain here," the bishop requested, rising from his seat and heading toward the back of the building.

As he departed, I took a moment to survey the opulent interior of the church. The walls adorned with marble, the crosses crafted from precious gold, and the breathtaking stained glass above, creating a domed structure of exquisite craftsmanship. I couldn't deny the skill and artistry that went into their architectural achievements. In that regard, the Holy Empire boasted one of the most skilled workforces in the world.

I waited patiently, my eyes roaming the lavish surroundings, contemplating the stark contrast between the grandeur of their architecture and the questionable morality that seemed to permeate their religious practices.

The bishop returned, carrying two pouches of coins, which he placed on the seat before taking his place beside me.

"I hope this will satisfy you," he said, his gaze fixed on the pouches.

I accepted the payment without even bothering to open it. I was well aware of the bishops' reputation for being frugal when it came to compensation, and challenging them on it would likely yield no favorable outcome.

"It will suffice," I replied curtly.

"Are you not going to check?"

"Would a priest of God lie to me?"

A hint of laughter escaped the bishop's lips as he found my response amusing.

"You possess quite a sense of humor, I must say."

"So, are we to wait here until Lady Yarine returns?" I inquired, seeking clarification.

The bishop nodded in affirmation. "Indeed, Lady Yarine specifically instructed me to remain by your side until their return."

"Their return?" I repeated, a flicker of curiosity in my eyes.

"Ah, yes, I suppose you were not informed of the matter. His Highness, Cardinal Lucious, will grace the church with his presence during the opening act and personally lead the prayers. Consider yourself fortunate to witness such unwavering faith,"

So, the Emperor's presence is not merely a coincidence. There must be a reason for his visit, and I can't help but wonder if it is connected to me.

"In that case, I shall await his arrival here, if that is fine with you."

The bishop nodded, rising from his seat. "It is not an issue. We will endeavor to offer you the hospitality you truly deserve. As someone of your skills, capable of saving Lady Yarine, you deserve the utmost courtesy. Feel free to make yourself at home and explore, the Grand Cathedral holds many secrets and wonders to find. We will ring the grand bells to signify when the ceremony is ready."

As he turned to leave, I quickly reached out to stop him.

"Before you go, may I ask your name?"

A warm smile graced the bishop's face as he turned back towards me.

"Father Malfus," He spoke, his voice resolute. "If you require any assistance or have further inquiries, do not hesitate to seek me out."

With that, Father Malfus exited the room, leaving me alone to contemplate the impending arrival of Emperor Lucious and the mysteries that awaited me within the grand cathedral.