Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 124

§ 124. The trials of the saint (4)

Archbishop Wesker closed the letter and pressed his throbbing head. His headache was so painful that he thought his right eyeball, which had already disappeared, was about to fall out again.

The Emperor’s sudden order didn’t happen for a day or two.

‘You suddenly become a saint… … .’

Just because a candidate for sainthood has appeared, it doesn’t mean we should verify it.

It simply means to turn a normal person into a decent saint and present it to him within a few days.

‘What on earth does this person think of the Orthodox Church or Holy Assemblies?’

However, it is His Majesty’s command. Since he does what he does, there must be a reason for it.

Wesker came to that conclusion and quickly began to think.

‘First, we found a suitable country church, made a letter of recommendation, recruited a couple of witnesses who said they had experienced miracles performed by the saint, then convened the bishops in the afternoon, made a rough decision, and submitted the documents to the Holy See and also to His Excellency Cardinal Meyer. A quick comment… … .’

The plan was to give away doctrines and rules, but she and Seonghwang had been on good terms in these aspects since long ago. Unlike Cardinal Benitus, who sticks to principles no matter what, Wesker has always put practicality first.

In the early days of his reign, Seong Hwang often had accidents like this. Even now, I sometimes laugh when I think of Cardinal Meyer’s confused face as he was busy trying to sort things out.

Kukkuk. Wesker, who was walking along while suppressing laughter, suddenly noticed a small girl standing quietly on one side of the hallway and stopped.

Saint, Sisley.

Long silver-shining hair and white priestly attire.

The girl, shining transparently as if the Lord had created it by collecting all the flaws and purity in the world, stood blankly, staring beyond the hallway she was not allowed to see.

“Mr. Sisley.”

At Wesker’s call, Sisley slowly turned around. As always, he was holding a small diary in his arms.

“… “Archbishop Wesker.”

“How can you be alone in a place like this? “What about Sister Ursula?”

Wesker thought of the chattering sister who accompanied the saint and touched his forehead.

There are degrees of negligence in work. How dare you leave God’s small blessing alone in a place like this.

However, Sisley looked up at Wesker with silent eyes and asked an odd question.

“I heard it from Sister Ursula. “A new saint candidate has appeared.”

“… … .”

“Will she become a saint?”

I am not asking whether she is really a saint or not.

She is asking whether the Holy Emperor gave her permission.

Wesker was silent for a moment, but then slowly nodded.

“Yes, Sisley. “Maybe so.”

“Then, unlike me, will she get a chance to meet His Majesty the First Emperor?”

The instructions he had just received from the Holy Emperor appeared in Wesker’s mind.

Make Seo Yi-seo a flawless saint externally. And make arrangements to hold her inauguration ceremony before her birthday and at the same time deliver the [Holy Emperor’s Coffin].

“… “That will happen.”

“… … .”

As soon as the answer came, tears fell from Sisley’s clear gray eyes.

As always, she had an expressionless doll-like face, but that made the girl’s sad feelings feel even more acute to Wesker.

“How… “Why are you doing this?”

Wesker, who was taken aback by the girl’s sudden tears, immediately bent down and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“Archbishop Wesker. Until now, I have really served my people diligently. He did his best for Del Cros. But why does Your Majesty still not acknowledge me?”

“Mr. Sisley… … .”

Wesker looked at the girl who was quietly shedding tears.

It would not be unreasonable for the girl to think that way. When the Orthodox Church first made a move to canonize Sisley as a saint, the Holy Emperor flatly rejected it.

Perhaps, if it had not been for Sisley’s own firm will, she would never have become a saint.

And the Holy Emperor reluctantly allowed Sisley to be honored, but he did not allow Baalman, the [Holy Emperor’s coffin] that all the saints ceremonially passed through.

The young girl seemed to think it was because she was not properly recognized by her father.

“Lowering… Holy woman. It’s not just you. His Majesty forbade all members of the Holy Emperor’s family to receive the Holy Emperor’s Crown. “Don’t you know?”

It was like that. Even Masain, now Klanos, was banned.

It was a truly incomprehensible measure, considering that when the previous Holy Emperor came to power, the entire Holy Family visited St. Bastian’s Church as an annual event.

However, as always, Wesker was guessing that there must be some good reason for Seonghwang this time. Of course, he had no idea how to convince this deeply discouraged little girl.

“Mr. Sisley. Don’t you know? You are the precious child that His Majesty took into his arms first. I was there that day. “I have never seen Your Majesty smile so happily in my life.”

“… … .”

“There’s no way he wouldn’t acknowledge you like that, right? That’s absolutely not the case. Perhaps one day we will all know His will.”

Wesker just comforted the girl and patted her shoulder forever.

* * *

What do you think is the most important thing in a romantic fantasy novel?

Yes, that’s right. This is the existence of a wonderful male lead.

This novel also has a great main male protagonist.

This is Archduke Orden Sigismund, the eldest son of the Margrave of the North and a genius swordsman with a cold charm!

He is a capable man who uncovers the family’s dark secrets, fights internal enemies, and at the same time protects the family from external enemies that threaten the territory.

However, although he seems indifferent and cold in everything, he is actually a pure person who still keeps the memories of his first love in his heart.

And soon, he will fall in love with the saintly female lead and turn into an incredibly obsessed man.

Ah, I just wanted to save this world from danger, but it’s really troublesome that the male lead is obsessed with me and won’t let me go.

“So, what does Archduke Sigismund look like? “Do you have any illustrations or anything like that?”

“You’re very handsome.”

“No, that’s it? What about his skin? What about hair and eye color? Is she handsome, manly, or androgynous beautiful? “Is it like a ferocious, wounded beast, or like a flower blooming gracefully on a cliff?”

“… “Is that really that important?”

“Isn’t it obvious? If it’s a proper romantic fantasy, you should be prepared to devote a few pages to praising the male lead’s looks!”

* * *

Orden’s feelings were very complicated recently.

Although he was busy chasing down the suspicious forces hiding in Sigismund’s territory right now, the cold words Amelia said a few days ago were constantly lingering in his head and disrupting his thoughts.

-Didn’t I mean nothing to you either? I know very well that until the day my father took me out of there, I was like a non-existent person in the count’s family.

no. Absolutely not, Amell.

I always want you… … .

“What are you thinking about, Mr. Orden?”

He suddenly raised his head when he heard a voice calling him, and saw Hermann holding a bundle of documents towards him with a somewhat dissatisfied look on his face.

Hermann was Orden’s right-hand man, but he was an arrogant subordinate who could hardly be called very loyal.

“Isn’t time very short for you to be so dazed? “Once this birthday party period is over, there will be no more opportunities to move around the imperial capital without the head of the family knowing.”

Orden washed his face with one hand and accepted the document he held out.

“But I still have a general idea. “There will be some progress in the investigation.”

“You mean persimmon? Are you referring to the speculation that Scarchapino was the link between the matriarch and the Milo merchants?”

“It’s not speculation. “This is something we are convinced of through our own investigation.”

Then Hermann made a puzzled face.

“Self-investigation? “I’m sure you’re not talking about the incident you persecuted the poor lady who didn’t know anything a while ago, right?”

“What is pity? “It was absolutely abominable.”

Orden snorted.

Isabella Scarzzapino.

She was said to be a woman who dominated the social world, and indeed, her skill at being flirtatious was unusual.

I’m sure I already know that he went to and from the Milo upper level with Prince Ricardo, but he’s trembling as if he doesn’t remember anything.

Orden thumped the small medallion he had been fiddling with until then and threw it on the desk.

A small medallion engraved with a crude spider.

Recently, ominous signs were discovered throughout the territory, and Orden was investigating this without the head of the family knowing.

The strange things happening in Sigismund’s territory had a deep connection with the Milo merchants, who had started dealing with the head of the family several years ago. And Orden was suspected of having Asin or Scarzapino as the backers of the Milo team.

Meanwhile, a few days ago, he received a letter from Prince Ricardo, which included this spider medal. It was a letter that was almost a threat, asking me to keep quiet about this and to attend the birthday party as his sister’s partner.

And I became convinced when I saw Isabella acting like a fool at Salon de Mercy. Scarcepino is said to be deeply involved in the current events taking place in Sigismund’s territory.

“This spider symbol seems to be the mark of the Dark Church. “This is information I heard from an exorcist I know personally, but they said that the [Repentance] cult has been appearing frequently throughout the northern and eastern regions recently.”

Hermann glanced at the medal and added with a slightly worried look.

“Orden. If this incident really involves the remnants of the Dark Church, it will be difficult for us to do it on our own. “Why not ask for help from the Inquisitors or Exorcists instead?”

Then Orden smiled bitterly.

“Hermann. These are the actions of the head of the Sigismund family. “If the Heresy Tribunal finds out about this, do you think our family will be safe?”

“But wouldn’t you take into account the fact that it is a whistleblowing? If Sigismund falls, the defensive wall guarding against the Demon Lord will disappear along with it. Even those in the imperial capital would not wish for that.”

“No, I’m glad I barely survived. The Heresy Tribunal only punishes heretics without considering the aftermath of the incident. “Whether it was stolen by devil worshipers or destroyed by the Inquisitor, the fact that the family was devastated as a result does not change.”

“… Phew. “The situation was so frustrating that I made a mistake.”

Hermann sighed.

“I would have rather contacted Prince Logan when the Lilium punitive force passed near the territory. “It seemed like you noticed something.”

At that time, Prince Logan, who was returning from the sea raid, requested to formally investigate the territory to see what he had discovered. Of course, the head of the house flatly refused.

“The head of the family was uncomfortable with the punitive force even staying within the territory for a short period of time. “He was keeping an eye on Prince Logan all along, so it would probably have been impossible to meet him while avoiding his eyes.”

“I see.”

In addition, Lilium is a separate unit of the Knights of St. Bastian. It never occurred to me that the famously tight arms of the Orthodox Church would be any better than the Inquisition.

Well, seeing as there hasn’t been any reaction so far, it doesn’t seem like Prince Logan has discovered any particularly important clues.

“It would be good if there were a force other than the Orthodox Church or the Inquisition that could exercise some flexibility… … .”

As Orden sighed and muttered, Hermann suddenly brightened as if he remembered something.

“Oh, by the way, I heard that a department called the Monster Task Force was recently created in the administration. “Did you know?”

“Monster task force?”

“yes. They say it’s led by the 3rd prince, and it’s a department that investigates wrongdoings separate from the church. “It doesn’t seem to be producing any particular results as it has only just been launched.”

“Prince Mores… … .”

Suddenly, an image of a boy standing next to Amelia that day flashes through his mind. A boy of unusual ability, with fierce eyes and a somewhat spiteful expression on his face.

Orden frowned.

I guess I probably got it wrong from the start with him. Will you really be willing to help him if he asks?

However, as he had neither time nor options, he had no other solution than to involve the monster task force. After pondering for a while, Orden eventually led Hermann to find the administrative annex.

And the prince, who had been listening to Orden’s explanation surprisingly quietly, raised one corner of his mouth and gave a mischievous smile as soon as he finished speaking.

“But with your bare mouth?”

fantasy,