The Returned Sword King Decided to Become a Tyrant Episode 38
Where does God’s will go (1)
The pointed arches seen above the spires outside the window rise high into the sky.
A static and boring silvery feast. The colorful mosaics scattered beneath it tickled my eyes, and my eyelids drooped involuntarily.
It’s boring.
Has anyone ever described this scene as a forest in full bloom?
In my view, it was nothing more than a mass of vanity filled with power and such.
As I quickly turned my head, the neat writing between the cathedral walls caught my eye.
-The sun has left the secular world, so how can the foolish people carry out the will of God?
“… … I will lead you through this suffering.”
… …
After that endless muttering and silence, I started walking again.
Walking down a white hallway was a rather cliche.
Those who met at the end also opened the door to the hall in a hurry.
“Huh!”
“Hmm… …! God’s will be with you. You may go in.”
A question suddenly occurred to me.
What do they see in me that makes them nod their heads?
What do you think you are reflecting on me for?
“… … .”
An awkwardly strained silence.
As expected, there was no one to answer the questions in my mind.
At least there was no doubt about that.
As I entered the hall, the first thing that greeted me was a row of huge pillars reminiscent of a temple.
The pillars are human, and the high meaning of the ceiling is divine.
That in itself seemed to show the values of those who serve God.
Inside, the meeting had already begun, and people in neat silver priestly robes were acting up like they were in a painting.
“This is not something that can be taken lightly.”
This time.
What they are talking about this time is that Esteban, which was acting as a buffer zone, received land from the Federal Empire.
The Carrot Federation is a group of insignificant humans who do not follow the will of God.
That is, because they were enemies of the Holy Land.
There… … .
“Esteban is now acting against the doctrine.”
There has never been a history of humans daring to give up their territory to a foreign race.
It was God’s grace that allowed humans to set foot on this earth.
The continent was nothing less than a blessing bestowed by God upon His creatures, so their ceding of the continent’s lands was tantamount to going against God’s will.
… … This is the position of the Holy Nation externally.
“Now that the eyes of the continental people are turned toward them, I believe it is time to firmly establish the position of the Holy Nation and strike down the apostates and their followers.”
The way he spoke passionately, waving his arms, was truly the mark of someone who did the right thing.
Everything is God’s will.
I wonder how many people here really think that way?
To be sure, it was nothing more than the struggle of those who distorted its meaning for their own convenience and benefit.
The sight of the Holy Land, which had already rotted to the point of ruin, was so disgusting that it almost made me laugh.
but.
“High Priest John, pay attention to what you say.”
There was no one to mediate this.
A gentle yet strong and commanding voice.
At this, the high priest, who had been talking about the hammer without any euphemism, flinched and took a step back.
“Your Holiness… … .”
A golden cloak over a silver, ornate robe.
Her hair, which swayed lightly with her movements, sparkled as if it were woven with silver from divine power, and her transparent eyes gazed gently at the inside of the room.
Adele de Roena, the leader of the Holy Nation and representative of God.
Although he was not yet in his forties, he could at least be called a true priest who supported this rotten holy country.
“There is no evidence yet that they have apostatized.”
“The mere fact that the land received from the Federation Empire was ceded to a foreign race is sufficient circumstantial evidence… … .”
“no.”
The staff in the Pope’s hand. The scepter of glory swayed and shook.
“They are those who follow the will of the Lord, Roena. It is not right to refer to apostasy in the context of diplomatic issues.”
“… … .”
“If we convict them based solely on circumstantial evidence, how are they any different from the apostates of Carrot?”
And how is that any different from the wrong witch hunts that were prevalent in the past?
As he spoke, the Pope stroked the tapestries that adorned the columns of the hall.
The Pope held a dignified position, but he never stood on the same level as the priests.
Only the glory of the Lord can ever stand above man.
That is why he did not always sit on the Pope’s throne.
Just like right now.
“Don’t try to interpret other people’s standards as you wish. Humans are creatures who always make mistakes.”
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“……sorry.”
“But I am not unaware of your intentions either.”
Esteban’s apostasy.
Although it was only a one-in-a-million-wonder scenario, if it had become a fact, it would have clearly been a huge headache for the Holy Land.
It was no different from saying that the road to the capital city of the Holy Nation, which had been blocked because of Esteban, was now wide open.
“I will dispatch the Archpriest of Garden.”
“… … !”
“If you were to express the will of the Holy Nation regarding this matter, would your anger subside somewhat?”
Silence fell throughout the hall.
Sending a high priest was different from sending a diplomatic envoy from another country.
Even if we put aside the fact that a holy country that had no diplomatic contact for a long time was making moves, the significance of the story of sending a high priest was not light.
‘The Inquisition.’
Or a means to eliminate the remnants of the warlocks.
Whatever it was, the fact that they were moving meant that the Holy Nation was moving its body.
“High Priest Garden. Will you accept this story?”
At the Pope’s question, everyone’s eyes were focused on one priest.
Strictness and truthfulness glimpsed through the wrinkled face.
Even High Priest Yorhan couldn’t hide his smile at the fundamentalism that showed not even a hint of perfection.
Soon, the mouth of the Archpriest of Garden opened and a heavy, low voice flowed out.
“Your Majesty, let it be done according to your will.”
“… … However, this is merely an expression of opinion and recommendation. Therefore, I will send you on this mission as an unofficial guest of the Holy Land.”
At this, High Priest Yohan, who had been talking about the hammer, answered with a smile.
“All right.”
It was a satisfying story, although it was limited by its informality.
After all, it was clear that this was also a means to pressure Esteban.
The Pope nodded to the gathered opinions and turned his gaze.
“And since the story of the foreign race that appeared after hundreds of years is also important, we will select additional personnel.”
“… … .”
“Is there anyone who would like to accompany Archpriest Garden on his journey to Esteban?”
“… … .”
It’s static.
At the silence that seemed natural, the Pope scratched his cheek with a troubled expression.
“… … I see. Unfortunately, it seems that the high priests here do not have the luxury of time to move.”
what.
No one would want to move in with the Archpriest of Garden, who is known for being a fussy fundamentalist.
Since he has that kind of personality to begin with, friction with the person he is with is not something that is planned, but rather something that is certain.
Unless you are some extraordinary person… … .
“However, I believe that the person best suited for this job should have at least the rank of high priest or higher.”
“… … .”
“It is an important matter for the Holy Nation as well.”
At that moment, the Pope’s ominous and troubled gaze turned toward someone.
The man who caught the Pope’s eye.
Oh, that was me.
“Can you work hard for the Holy Nation again?”
The ‘ambassador’ eventually came out of the Pope’s mouth.
“please.”
* * *
“… … Huh. So this is the mithril sword that George was talking about.”
Elveren, which shone brilliantly under the sunlight, was also showing off its appearance under the lights of the office.
A turquoise sword made entirely of mithril.
Because it was refined and smelted with the dwarves’ skills, its value was so great that even other famous swords could not dare to boast of its name.
Baron Vidor, who had been looking at Elvern cautiously, smiled happily.
“I am sure it is not an illusion that it resembles the shape of the sword Your Majesty used.”
“It looks like they deliberately memorized the shape and made it similarly.”
“Hmm, indeed… …! So there was a reason why George-kun’s lips were sticking out.”
“That guy?”
The Baron answered my question, which seemed unexpected.
“Yes. He expressed his disappointment, saying that he was the one who ran around and worked hard for them, but in reality, he received nothing.”
“… … That’s right.”
Since I was out on a long journey, I deliberately ordered him to rest while I was visiting his father.
If he was complaining to that extent, it must have been a case of faking an illness.
‘Now that I’ve had a day off, I can give you more intense work.’
In that way, the guy’s fate was decided without me even knowing.
By the way… … .
When Baron Vidor returned from his vacation, his face looked much more complex than when I had seen him before.
George’s expression as he got out of the carriage seemed even more peaceful.
I smirked as I watched Baron Vidor accept the coat.
“You’re dead. Are you on a business trip or on vacation?”
“Yes… … Oh, I’m sorry.”
That was understandable.
A place I went on vacation.
Originally, it should have been his treasure trove, but because of his position as temporary aide, he had to return to the capital… … This is what is called the Sage’s Time.
“… … Ahem.”
Baron Vidor coughed slightly as I sat down, then brought up a new topic as if trying to change the mood.
“I heard you have accomplished much in the Galder Plains. How was your meeting with His Majesty the King?”
“It was just so-so.”
Since I had already informed my father of all the plans, this meeting was merely a report.
Should I say that there was no meaningful conversation… … .
If there was one thing that I found interesting, it was that I wasn’t the only one attending the conference.
‘Margrave Walter of the East.’
The Minister of Finance who carried out his duties even in the future when war with the Federal Empire broke out.
And one of Esteban’s trusted and loyal followers.
The fact that he showed up at the meeting with his father probably meant that the conversation with his father had progressed to some extent.
In fact, when he brought up the topic of mines and dwarves, his eyes sparkled as if he would not listen to even a light story lightly.
‘For me, it was a good thing because the story was fast.’
Thanks to this, it was easy to convince the dwarves to take charge of the mines.
Moreover, he was also one of the people who held the key to the establishment of the intelligence agency, so in a broad sense, it could be said that the meeting was quite fruitful.
I slowly crossed my legs and nodded my head.
“It’s okay to go back for today. Get some rest and come back tomorrow.”
“… … I see. Sometimes, you need to take a break.”
“It means that there is no work to be done on the first day of returning. It will be busy again starting tomorrow.”
My fingers then pointed to the pile of luggage that George had thrown down and run away with.
“If we’re going to do it, let’s get rid of that too.”
“… … .”
As the luggage and subordinates that had been loitering around the office left, the office finally became peaceful.
A different atmosphere from the temporary shelter built on the Galderd Plains.
“… … Good.”
It was an atmosphere that was so familiar that I found myself closing my eyes, but also had a strong sense of stability.
It was a different feeling from the temporary longing I felt when I first returned. It was a dull emotion that I had never felt even after fighting in countless wars.
I slowly fell into thought amidst the nostalgic scent of that office.
I feel so deeply that I am glad to have some free time after a long time…
Of course, it didn’t take long for that peace to be broken.
Dada dadada-!
The sound of urgent footsteps coming from outside the office.
At this, the eyes that had been calmly closed gradually opened.
“A Baron?”
bang-!
Soon the door opened roughly, and the protagonist with breathless steps appeared.
“Ouch, we’re in trouble!”
I see.
I guessed from the weight of the footsteps, and it seems I was right.
I asked briefly as I watched the Baron, who had just gone out, come back in.
“what?”
“I, that, that… …!”
That was different from his usual commotion.
As if shocked and confused by something.
The one who answered that question was George, who followed him into the office.
“Just now. News has arrived at the palace. There is news that an envoy from the Holy Empire is coming.”
“Hoo.”
“Arrival is in two days. You’re saying you won’t even give me time to prepare?”
A sudden visit by a diplomatic envoy.
If it was a planned procedure, then it was a planned procedure, but that in itself was not a good story for Esteban.
“Well, that would be nice, but… … .”
George’s mood, which had been shrugging his shoulders caustically, suddenly turned heavy.
It’s surprising, considering his usual demeanor.
The look in his eyes as he continued speaking was more serious than ever.
“They say that the one who leads them is none other than a saint.”
