Three days went by in a flash. In the early hours of the third day, the twelve cardinals sat around in the papal chamber, their dim candlelight flickering to illuminate only the lower half of their faces.

A white-robed bishop, about thirty years old, pinched his lenses, stood at the round table opposite the position of Jupiter IV, and read aloud: "Guderian. Morality. Cardinal Attari, four votes! ”

"Ossaith. Cardinal Tiamat, two votes! ”

"Cassaka. Cardinal Mograine - Six votes! Unfortunately, no one has obtained the required majority. ”

In the sixth position of the round table, closest to the white-robed bishop in charge of the record, Cassaka, who had his fingers crossed on the table, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly tightened his crossed ten fingers into a fist.

He pressed his forehead to his fist, whispered a prayer to Tyre's name, and then silently said something.

When the meeting was completely over, Kasaka bowed his head and left alone through the side door. After that, Orceth followed with some trepidation.

In the dark, unlit porch, Cassaka suddenly burst into flames, turned sharply, and pressed the strong old man against the wall with his right forearm, while his left hand was hidden by his right arm and pressed faintly on his chest, and the golden flame burned faintly in the tips of Kasaka's left fingers and pupils.

"Wait, Kasaka! Calm down! Leave me alone! ”

Osseth was hoarse, grabbed Cassaka's right hand tightly with both hands, and said with difficulty: "It's not me!" My vote is for you! It's true! ”

Cassaka, on the other hand, was silent, staring into Osseth's eyes.

It took about five or six seconds before he jerked out of his right hand. The flame was dispersed.

“…… I believe you. You're not like them - you've made a pact with me, and I don't think you're stupid enough to destroy your future. ”

Kasaka lowered his head and said indifferently. Not even in the mood to take a look at Ossaith.

Half a meter after Cassaka left Ossais, the dim flame of Ossais's fingertips suddenly brightened. He hurriedly pressed the golden life to his throat. It took three or four seconds of ironing for the painful look on his face to ease slightly.

Then, he took two quick steps, followed Kasaka in front of him, and explained in a suppressed voice: "You know, Kasaka, I can't betray you at all. No one can break the devil's contract, I don't even have the ability to use magic against you, and any form of betrayal is prevented by the contract - Kasaka. If you don't believe anyone, you can't believe me. ”

"Well, I believe you."

Kasaka said softly, emotionless in his voice: "There are two people who voted for you, and if one of them is voted by yourself, there must be a second person who votes for the second one...... There must be someone behind the scenes, someone behind me who is misleading me, dividing the relationship between me and you, and then he will take advantage of it. Damn, if I hadn't made a pact with you. Maybe I've been misled. ”

"Crieses, I guess. The heretic who saw the saint as the embodiment of Tyre's will. ”

Orseth guessed in a suppressed voice, "That guy is familiar with Cardinal Cadillon, and the two of them can cast two votes." I've almost fought him several times in the past two days, and I'm about to transfer his nephew to the Northlands, and maybe he'll get the news from someone and turn his head to take revenge on me—"

"Impossible."

Kasaka denied without hesitation: "Even if you usually pretend to be a saint." He's just a selfish person. Desire mortals. There was no way he could refuse my offer. ”

"Oh? Is it? ”

Orseth raised an eyebrow, "I'm curious, my lord." I thought Crieses was the purest of all of us...... Speaking of which, do you use the priesthood or the treasure? Or is it that he was bought by gold coins? ”

"It's none of your business."

Kasaka stopped abruptly and glanced back meaningfully.

"Don't be too nervous. I'm absolutely harmless to you. Orseth shrugged his shoulders innocently.

“…… I hope so. ”

Kasaka finally glanced at him coldly: "I actually have a goal in mind...... It's supposed to be Guderian's guy doing it again. He learned of the Pope's fall before any of us, and he had a week more time to prepare. It is also normal to not be able to win directly in the first round. ”

"So. Is he trying to get you to turn your attention to me and take the time to win over those who have already agreed with you? ”

Orseth asked, clasping his hands to his chest and tilting his head.

Kasaka nodded slowly: "Probably. It is also possible that Guderian split two of his own supporters to be responsible for disrupting the audiovisual. However, I deserve seven votes in the first round of voting......"

When Orseth heard this, he realized something, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh? My lord, it seems that someone has betrayed you. The strong old man said with a smile.

"I'm going to find that guy."

Cassaka whispered, "Osses, I'll give you a list later, and you go and get them - in my name." We must act, my brother. ”

"What about me?"

Cyra's voice came from the side.

In the curious eyes of Osseth, the figure of Cyla slowly appeared from the other side of the hallway, "Sorry, it took some time to get rid of them. Do you have mine? Lord Kasaka? ”

"Of course you have a mission, Cyra."

Kasaka raised an eyebrow, then handed another piece of paper to Cylla: "There are three more bishops here. You and Orceth go and fight them separately. The benefits are behind their names - and these are the benefits they absolutely cannot resist. If someone makes it very clear that they want to support Guderian, you can tell me their name and the reasons for their specific answer. ”

"Don't you believe us?"

Without hesitation, Osseth asked, "With all due respect, are you suspicious of me and Bishop Cyra?" ”

"Maybe. You have proved your innocence better than anything else, and it is a good thing for you and for me. ”

Cassaka lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "What if it's really Guderian who is behind the scenes...... It could also cause him a little bit of trouble. ”

At the turn in the corridor behind Cyra, a silver-haired young man in a black robe stood silently, the candle flame striking his shadow behind him, pulling out a long, almost deformed shadow. On his left hand, the golden power ring reflected the dim glow of the candle flame.

"It's good to see Cyra, otherwise something would have happened."

He chuckled, and a dark-haired girl suddenly emerged from the shadow behind him, hugged him, and slowly sank into the shadows. (To be continued.) )