The crimson sunset light filtered in through the glass ceiling, becoming dim and thin, unable to illuminate the surrounding space at all.

In Frankfurt's Dome Cathedral, a domed cathedral that cannot be entered unless summoned by the Pope, eleven people sit around a round table, arguing fiercely about something.

They wore crimson episcopal robes with shoulder straps around their necks. Their average age was over sixty, and the youngest looked to be in his forties, with a slight wrinkle at the corners of his eyes.

In Bansa, they were once among the noblest men except for the Queen and Jupiter IV. But now there is no nobility in their actions.

Slapping the table, yelling, yelling, sneering. Except that they didn't really fight, they were no different from a group of merchants haggling in the vegetable market.

"Impossible! What are you still delusional? Haven't heard enough lessons? Saints must never be summoned again! That would only make the situation worse! ”

The cardinal, who looked the youngest, exclaimed: "Saints, we have no more rights than those of the old ones who have died. But what else do they do but pray? Will they deal with parish matters? Do they know how dangerous the teachings of Tyre are today? No! They won't! All they know is to die for the glory of Tyre! Because they know they can't die! ”

"What else are you going to deny! What else are you going to deny!! A gray-haired old man stood up tremblingly, his voice hoarse, his fingers trembling, "Do you want to deny the existence of the saint as well?" Are you going to deny your faith in Tyre as well? You traitors! Heathen! Heterodox! Sorcerer! ”

"his saints! Do you know what that madman has made the Holy City look like? An old and strong bishop finally couldn't help it, and lifted the neckline of the thin old man: "Do you know what you're talking about? Mass summoning of saints and handing over rights? Are you going to let a bunch of dead people from hundreds of years ago, a bunch of undead who are behind the times, a bunch of lunatics who can't do anything but believe in us save us? No! They're just weapons! Without His Majesty Jupiter IV, they are just bombs that can get out of control at any moment - they will only send us to hell! ”

"You deserve to go to hell!! You devil who has forgotten Tyre's teachings! Coward! Murderer! ”

The thin old man glared at the strong old man as if he were giving a speech. Almost jumping to his feet, he shouted hoarsely, "What else do you have to do!" You have killed the saints of Tyre! You are blasphemy! You have killed St. Mocas with your own hands today, and you will give up the glory of Tyre tomorrow! When the blade is on your neck, you will be able to spit on the ground and insult Tyre with the devils who deserve to go to hell—"

"Be careful! Bishop Crieses! ”

A middle-aged man with blond hair and a slight bow stood up with a frown, and while interrupting the old man's words, he reached out and forcefully snatched the thin old man's collar from the strong old man's hand: "And you." Bishop Orseth, don't be rough here. ”

Looking at the middle-aged man, the thin old man's lips trembled, and his eyes became more angry. The viscous golden flame almost overflowed from his eyes: "Kasaka...... Do you support them too? Are you going to support this group of blasphemers? ”

"Calm down, Chriss!"

An old man with blond glasses and gray hair pulled Bishop Chrises' clothes from behind and pressed his hands his shoulders: "St. Mocas did something that should not have been done...... It is not for nothing that they are like this. ”

"Lord St. Mocas just wants to restore the faith of the lost believers!"

"Is that called regaining faith? He wants to be Pope! ”

The strong old man almost trembled with anger: "What is this? What is this! There was no appointment by Tyre, no recognition by the College of Cardinals, no hand-picking by the previous popes. He's going to be pope? Why is he? What did he do? ”

"Enough!"

A silver-haired old man with bulging cheekbones and thin lips interrupted them with a frown: "It's a farce! There is a limit to your love of power! Even if the idea of Lord St. Mocas trying to become Pope is indeed a bit inappropriate, you are just fooling around! We are sacrificers, kneeling down to worship the Holy Spirit, how can we kill the saints? I think you're demon-possessed! ”

"Oh? Is it? ”

Kasaka sneered: "Then you mean, we should all be put to death by Yinzhu?" And then you are not possessed by the devil and you can only become the new pope - ah, what a poor and strong man! Only you can save you from the worst—"

"Heh, what do you mean by this yin and yang weirdness!"

"You know what I mean, Bishop Guderian."

Cassaka stood almost two meters tall in front of Guderian. Almost completely shrouded Guderian in the shadows: "You think I don't know what you're doing in the city?" Do you spend more than a dozen hours a day talking to the bishops of the districts who have fled, just to soothe their tired and frightened minds and bodies? ”

"Anyway. Saints must never be summoned again. ”

Eventually, the bespectacled old man concluded, "Without the restraint of Lord Jupiter IV, the saint is too dangerous. They are out of time, they don't even know what is going on, and they have to act according to their experience - and the most terrible thing is that we can't stop them. ”

"Frankfurt is on the verge of collapse. Everybody. ”

A bishop with his forehead covered and lying on the table, with a gloomy face, whispered, his voice lifeless: "No matter which saint it is...... I can't even think of a way for them to turn the tide of things. ”

Suddenly, the dim sunset was shrouded. There was a dead silence in the domed cathedral.

Finally, the sun has completely set. They fell into the darkness of silence.

“…… So, what do we do? ”

After a moment of silence, a man in the darkness asked, "No one has the ability, the right, the qualifications to stand up at this time—no one can obey the crowd." ”

"No, wait, guys."

Kasaka suddenly spoke: "The Celestial Vision Division reported yesterday that a priest of Tyre appeared in the south and carried out a divine attack on Ra's temple...... It is a bishop-level divine art, and its power is infinitely close to the Pope-level. ”

"So what? To make a little-known, overnight celebrity a puppet? And then we can't pay attention, so we call him to make a ruling? Aha, that's a great idea. A mocking voice sounded faintly.

“…… The priest had the ring of Jupiter IV in his hand. ”

Kasaka answered unhurriedly.

Suddenly, there was a dead silence in the domed church.

“…… No way. ”

Someone vetoed: "He has papal precepts, and we cannot interfere with his decision...... He can even kill everyone who opposes him in an instant. What is the difference between this and summoning a saint? ”

"No, there's a difference."

Kasaka narrowed his eyes, and the light of the ashes flashed: "No one can interfere with the status of a saint, and only the status of a saint cannot interfere...... But if it is only the authority of the Pope, I want you to remember that there is a person who also has the authority of the Pope and cannot be interfered with by the precepts...... And he's upright, powerful, and famous. And the guy with the papal ordination can bind each other. ”

“…… You mean, Bishop Cylla? ”

"Exactly. Moreover, will the priests who inherit the authority of the Pope also inherit the ideas and positions of Jupiter IV? You guys probably remember, right? What Bishop Cyra said. ”

"- He said that he was going to declare war on the Pope." (To be continued.) )