"Kasaka, I have something to say to you."

Guderian, apparently pleased with Cassaka's opinion, nodded, and suddenly became serious.

Seeing his cold and gloomy face, Kasaka felt a little relieved.

This is the supreme bishop he knows.

Then, hearing the words that came out of Guderian's mouth, Cassaka almost jumped up with joy.

Guderian said slowly: "I know you came to ask me something—if you want to ask me if I support your decision to be the Pope, I can only tell you that I am in favor of it. ”

"—However, you must understand that His Majesty Roland is not a good match. If you let him know your plans, I'm afraid you'll become a prop for him to stand up. ”

"Your Excellency, my Supreme Bishop, you must know that there is always a risk in everything."

Kasaka said unexpectedly calmly: "A warrior does not flee the battlefield for fear of death; Priests will not succumb to the torture of infidels and change their faith. There's always something for us to fight for, isn't it? ”

Hearing this, Guderian was slightly stunned, and his eyes changed slightly when he looked at Cassaka.

“…… You've surprised me, Cardinal Kasaka. ”

Guderian looked at his former colleague, who was known for his greed, in amazement: "I never knew that you had such a heart and courage. ”

"You're laughing. You and I both know that this is far from being a word of courage. ”

Kasaka smiled self-deprecatingly: "Every one goes. Private businessmen have the consciousness of being hanged. If I seek the position of Pope, I will not be able to see even myself without a little enlightenment. ”

"But that's not enough. As the Pope, this is not enough. ”

It was as if something had faded from Guderian's face. His voice grew colder, his expression stiff and serious. A clearer, silvery-gray light flowed in his eyes.

But Cassaka was relieved to see such a familiar Guderian.

"Ah, yes. Enlightenment ......" Cassaka said with a smile, a hint of ambiguity flashing in his eyes, "Enlightenment...... Absolutely. ”

"I didn't mean that."

Guderian shook his head again: "I'll tell you - who do you think voted for Bishop Ossaith?" ”

"You mean—"

Hearing this, Cassaka's eyes widened.

"That's right, Kasaka."

Guderian looked at Cassaka with something in his eyes: "Someone is targeting you." If you can't clear your team, then even if I support you, you'll only lose. ”

With that, Guderian turned around and left. No nostalgia.

His words were almost equivalent to telling Cassaka "I will vote for you". Although it was only a verbal solidarity, Cassaka did not have the slightest suspicion about Guderian.

The reason why Guderian was able to gather so many people around him was because he, like Cyra, had made an oath to Tyre, promising that he would never lie until he died.

Unlike Cyra, he spread the word that he "can't lie" outside, and almost everyone knew about it. And because of this, when he made promises to people. There was never the slightest doubt about his promise.

And that's exactly what happened. All the promises made by Guderian have either been fulfilled or are on the way to completion. He never broke his oath.

Cassaka understood that Guderian, who was also a cardinal, was already at the limit.

After all, they are still competitors in terms of identity. And Guderian is not Ossais, he can't hold the other person's neck and ask something like "Do you know who betrayed me?"

"It's ...... Test. ”

Kasaka muttered, slowly clenching his fists. Pondering dullly.

If you can't even find a traitor. You don't have to be the pope, so let's vote for me instead—that's what Guderian meant.

However. What he didn't know was that after turning around. Guderian had a clear look of mockery on his face.

"Stupid clown."

The corners of the silver-haired old man's mouth curled slightly, and he silently made a mouth shape. There was a silver glint in his eyes.

As if in response to his call, all the cardinals who saw him stopped their movements and silently drew a cross on their chests in obscurity.

Their eyes all gleamed with silver.

"Praise the Mentor—"

The boy in the crow mask chuckled and reappeared in front of Jevano.

Unlike Helo, who could barely speak half a day ago, her face has completely lost its blood color at this moment. Dark red blood streaks spread from the neck to the cheeks and forehead, as if brutally whipped by an invisible whip.

She opened her mouth, gasping for breath as if she couldn't get oxygen, her whole body trembling to the point of almost convulsions, and cold sweat couldn't stop dripping.

"Damn!"

Jevanor slammed the ground hard, his skin was worn by the gravel, the sand was embedded in the skin, and blood flowed out at once.

It's still a step too late.

It's just a little bit.

He looked at the war refugees in the distance, who were stopped and screaming on the road to Bansa, and then at Helo in his arms, and showed a painful expression.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and the defenders were on their way to approach. But the mob had already washed out the fortifications and even had a considerable advantage in the battle with the garrison.

The border line was crumbling and about to collapse, and Gevano, biting his lip, looked fiercely at the group of ecstatic and shouting refugees, and hugged Helo in his arms a little tighter.

Escaping the scorched earth of war and plague in Karal, there may be only one chance to escape into Bansar. After that, it can be said that there will be additional garrisons here, and then it will be placed under martial law.

However, Helo's body did not support them in such a chaotic battlefield. The idea of infiltrating Bansar and then seeking a priest to treat Helo's illness went bankrupt.

Most of the group formed by the refugees had already squeezed into the blockade line, and at the very end of the formation, some people had even deftly bypassed the guards' obstruction and rushed out.

"Well, have you made your choice?"

Just then, the pesky guy spoke again.

Gevanor glared at him fiercely. I almost bit my own lip.

He saw it very clearly. That crow's beak was in love with Helo.

With his mystery, it's either a priest, or a druid, or maybe a terrible wizard.

If Helo is handed over to this mysterious man, he may be able to escape to Bansar with his support. Then it would be logical to move away from the war in Carral.

After all, the Khals and Bansa speak the same language, and Jevano is confident that he can live well in Bansar, at least better than in Carraar.

"Okay, I'm not going to tease you."

The crow's mouth suddenly spoke, "You don't really think those people can escape, do you?" ”

Hearing this, Jevano was slightly stunned. (To be continued.) )