It didn't seem to be so, St. Giles walked past the old man standing beside the throne, sat on his hard, powerful, gorgeous throne, and began to stare at the completely uninvited "old friend".

"Ben, what are you doing here?"

The old man in his words seems to come from a distant time when neither of them was so powerful, and in this peaceful day, it can even be said that he is the impassioned king just now, but an old, old and excessive antique, nostalgic for the past that belongs only to him.

"We need to cooperate."

Benedictas came prepared, and naturally didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point.

"Cooperation?"

In fact, St. Giles knew very well what this old fellow was thinking, but in front of the two marshals Fabius, who trusted him, and Sigismund, who questioned him, he couldn't behave too insidiously and cunningly.

A slight smile was hidden under the long beard, as an old partner, Benedictas certainly understood this guy's thoughts, but he was willing to help him do this tiring work, after all, this is the division of labor that the two of them did hundreds of years ago.

"That's right" is not polite at all, the Supreme Bishop of the Pure Church sat on the seat of the throne, which originally belonged to their position in the Pure Church.

"I already know I'm going to go on the expedition."

"Hmph"

St. Giles finally began to officially "work" in earnest at this time.

"I wasn't going to hide it, otherwise I would have kicked out your priests a long time ago."

"We don't discuss this, it's important that we participate."

As if in a hurry, the archbishop straightened his waist in a rare way, leaned forward with his whole body, and actively expressed his opinion.

"Oh?"

This time, the emperor did feel weird, after all, his old friend was too familiar. Insidious and cautious, no profit can not afford to be early, when did you become so active about things that have nothing to do with you?

"We have only one condition - the former seventh paladin, the interrogation priest, the current leader of the apostate knights, Max's deputy and right-hand man [Evil Holy Spear] Alexander Anderson."

"Yes."

As if he was afraid that he would repent, St. Giles agreed.

It's acceptable to work with old friends who work with you in order to clear out dissent.

"Then I'm leaving, I'm looking forward to fighting together again."

- I don't expect it, you traitor who betrays everything.

Of course, St. Giles's words can only rot in his own heart, but except for the two parties, there is no secret that no living person knows.

No, it's a secret that no "living" person knows.

"I'll deliver it."

Sigismund was rarely silent no longer and walked out of the palace with Archbishop Benedictas, who was slowly leaving.

"Boom—"

When the door closed, Fabius Baier crept up to St. Giles, and could see that he had a lot of problems now.

"Say, my brother, I know you've been patient for a long time."

With a wave of his hand, St. Giles finally moved, found a suitable position for himself on the throne, and leaned comfortably on it, in front of this loyal dog, he did not have to be too restrained.

The monarch's loss of majesty was followed by a loss of credibility and betrayal by his subordinates.

It's a pity that Fabius Baier is a monster who doesn't even know what betrayal is, and he is an exception.

"Your Majesty, why do you suddenly insist on attacking the ruins now, ignoring the invading nezumi and the great prince in the north, who are still fighting with the trolls?"

The expected questions will naturally receive perfect answers that have been prepared long ago.

"Because of my people, Byer. Do you see that more than 50,000 people have traveled from the Empire to that inexplicable ruin, how do you think they will be treated? ”

"Fair, just, selfless? Can you believe it? In that place where people eat people, and the strong eat the weak, what do a large group of poor peasants who have no ability to resist get? ”

"Do you know why, I don't want one day, when we are invaded by them, there are more than 100,000 of our former people, who are regarded as the cheapest combat power, and are brought to the battlefield to attract our combat power."

"Byer, imagine that one day your holy sword will have to pierce through the peasants who once farmed for us in order to kill and injure the enemy, and imagine being pierced with a sharp blade by the children you once protected."

It was clear that the temperature of the entire hall began to rise, and the simple Marshal Fabius Spair was simply angry.

The scorching light burned around him, and his holy garment almost burst out, enveloping him immediately into battle for a glorious battle against the shameless man until one of them died.

"Shameless human!"

Fully stated, Fabius Spair had almost completely become a lackey of the kingdom of heaven, his consciousness was blurred, and even the language had become an ancient and unidentified language family full of majesty.

"Alright, Byer, we'll be able to meet him soon."

Deliberately activating the power of his holy costume, St. Giles reluctantly quieted Baier, and the flickering and burning light gradually dissolved, revealing the ground that had been burned beyond recognition.

Although the ground that had just been repaired was destroyed again, St. Giles's mood could be said to be not ordinarily good, after all, it was much easier to deal with his stupid marshal than he imagined.

The people are nothing but bargaining chips in his eyes, and if he can kill his evil enemy, the natural winner, the hundred-legged insect who dies without stiffening, and the "pariah" Gilles Fried who dies no matter how much.

In the corridor of the palace, three figures were moving forward wordlessly.

"My lord, this way"

The attendant who followed pushed open the door to the courtyard for Benedictas and Sigismund. There, the mage Benedictas can use his vaunted "power of faith" to teleport away.

"Slow down, Lord Bishop."

Sigismund lowered his head, his eyes staring at the floor, his face gloomy.

The words were extremely polite, so that Benedictas, who was not too familiar with the old marshal, did not feel anything unusual, just regarded it as a normal politeness.

"It doesn't matter."

With a wave of his hands, a silver-white portal unfolded, slowly spinning, like the moon on the ground.

"Thanks Marshal, then I'll-"

- Retire first.

The sentence was not finished, because the blood gushing up his throat had already suffocated the already dying old bishop.

A black sword that flashed with a strange black light had pierced through the old heart, accurate and ferocious, from the most powerful sword master in the empire.

Sigismund's eyes were blank, but he was fierce.

"It's for my kids, and Martha."

With a single kick, Benedictas, who had lost his ability to resist, fell into the portal, and after being devoured, disappeared.

All that was left was a little black blood on the ground, and the old marshal who hid his face and wept.