"Your Highness, please wait, Archbishop Pablo will be here soon."

After leaving the altar of the Mithril Mine, Romney took his guards to the Holy See's residence.

As the Holy See Son of the Holy See who was personally baptized by the Pope, Romney's position in the Holy See is above that of all cardinal archbishops.

It stands to reason that the newly appointed Archbishop of the branch church of the Principality of Violet, Pablo, cannot let Romney wait.

But he arranged for someone to lead Romney to a hall, and after he was settled, he ignored it.

Time passed quickly, and Romney was waiting in the hall at two o'clock in the afternoon.

It wasn't until dinner time that Pablo didn't show up.

Now, Romney knew.

Pablo, in his own son, is under the power of his own son.

The so-called one mountain does not tolerate two tigers, and Pablo, who is in charge of the demon suppression incident here, is unwilling to let Romney, the holy son, parachute in to snatch the demon suppression task in his hand.

Although it is not easy to exterminate demons, there will always be cultists, and even if there are none, arrangements can be made.

But if Romney takes over, no matter what is good or bad, it doesn't matter what is going on with Pablo.

Pablo must have been so calculating that he used the procrastination trick.

If you want to get through the tricks, Romney doesn't stop.

He walked straight out of the camp and left under the suspicious gazes of a group of church knights and priests.

As soon as Romney left, the spiritual priest ran to Pablo and told him about it.

"Really gone?"

Pablo was drinking scarlet wine and was enjoying a massage from several nuns.

At this time, when he heard the words of the messenger pastor, his eyes lifted and he laughed.

"A little hairy boy is a little hairy child, and he can't hold his breath, what about the Holy Son?"

Pablo sneered, looking confident in his grip on the situation.

"Archbishop, do you say, will the Son go and tell the Pope?"

Next to the messenger pastor, another attendant pastor stood, speaking at this time, listening to his tone, a little worried that Romney would fight back.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Even if the Pope is held accountable, I will be fine if I shirk the difficulties of the cult."

"But if that hairy boy takes over this matter, I won't be able to get any benefit."

"Besides, what kind of cult is there in this hellish place?"

"Some corpses buried under the mine can be said to be a cult?"

"If there is an altar, there will be a cult?"

"Philistines disturb themselves."

"If you want me to say, you don't have to wait for a few days."

"Just push a few slaves out, and say that the cultists burned them."

"Let me stay here for so long."

"It's better to go back to the Violet Principality as soon as possible and continue to be my soil emperor."

The old god Pablo was drinking fine wine and enjoying the service of the beautiful nun, and he had no intention of doing anything seriously.

He even complained about dissuading the accompanying pastor who was about to leave when he first arrived.

In his mind, there was a fart cult here.

If there really was, the Holy See army would have run out long ago.

Ten days and half a month is completely meaningless.

Not only that, but this garrison also waited for Romney, the Holy See Son.

In Pablo's mind, this time things really didn't go well.

It is long overdue to launch a few slaves and burn things.

"This...."

Hearing Pablo's arrogant words, the pastor did not dare to refute it at any time, but in his heart he did not agree.

The Holy See has the prestige of the Holy See, and even if there is a countermeasure in what to do, it must be done to save face.

If it's really like Pablo, just come and leave, it must be thoroughly investigated.

Once it is investigated, any of the things that Pablo has done over the years are exposed, and it is Huoxing.

The accomplices and minions are all going to die together.

The acolyte didn't want to go to heaven so early, and he wanted to stay a few more years.

"Don't do this, that, that."

"Get out of here, I'm going to have some fun with these beauties!"

At this point, Pablo was already impatient.

Putting down the wine glass, he stood up and kicked away the priest next to him a few times, leaving only the nuns who were smiling and looking at Pablo's monkey hurry.

"Bang"

"Hee-hee~"

"Haha, ah, itchy~~"

….

As soon as the door of the prayer room where Pablo was located closed, the sound of laughter and flirtation was immediately heard inside.

The two priests, each kicked outside the door, looked at each other, and both pretended not to hear.

This kind of dirty affair of nuns and bishops who violate taboos is against the laws of the Holy See.

Although the Holy See does not restrict priests and nuns from marrying, it does restrict malfeasance and adultery between superiors and subordinates.

What others care about very much, Pablo doesn't pay attention to at all.

This was true even for many archbishops of the principality who were as powerful as Pablo.

They are the same as the Emperor of the Earth.

When you go in and out of the palace of the magnates, you are welcomed, and when you return to the branch church, there are people in the congregation to serve.

Money is easy to come by, surrounded by beauty.

Life is like being in heaven.

It is normal for such a person to be unable to do things.

The reverent pastor thought so, but he was very respectful, and stood outside the door of the prayer room where Pabloh was.

Whenever he heard something wrong in his ears, he just couldn't hear it.

The same is true of another evangelistic pastor.

The sun soon darkened.

Romney returned to his magical experiment RV.

In my heart, I was disgusted with the ills of current politics again.

Fifteen years of court life.

He has seen a lot, deceived me, and dared to deceive the nobles who were superior and deceitful.

But he never thought about it, even in the Holy See.

Some are angry at the erosion of these moths.

Before he could get rid of his breath, Romney remembered Alan Sid, who looked like the left arm and right arm of the lurker.

Then I thought of the Evil Spirit Cult, the Heavenly Exorcists, and the protagonists who were hiding in the troubles.

For a while, his head was as big as a fight, and his mind was confused.

"No, if it goes on like this, sooner or later it will be impossible to suppress it."

"Isn't there a way to solve the current problem?"

Romney shook his head to let go.

But as soon as I was free, I kept thinking about it.

Thinking back to the Piken who was wiped out by himself, thinking back to the mentor who was obsessed with research, thinking back to the Heavenly Exorcist and the Evil Spirit Cult that he had encountered along the way, and then thinking of the moths inside the Holy See.

Romney is really tired.

He thought that with his ingenuity, he should be able to solve these things with ease.

At this time, I came to deal with things in person, and I realized how difficult it was.

This is a completely different thing from the study of magic.

It is the political situation, the hearts of the people, the undercurrent of the strategy, the layout, and the spider web that affects the whole body.

"Huh?"

"Cobwebs?"

Romney, who was annoyed, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Yes!

The layouter should be allowed to succeed.

In this way, they can let their guard down and show their feet.

That's it.

Then the general will be an army.