136 – Catfight (1)

Archbishop Dwayne’s revolution has failed.

The church was blown upside down.

The priest of the Church of Ra, Maman, shuddered. He came to work early in the morning and immediately began clearing records.

There were many like Maman. Although they did not have a deep connection with Archbishop Dwayne, they accepted everything he gave them and turned a blind eye to their evil deeds.

Maman hurriedly moved to organize the records and remove the ledger. He was so busy that he didn’t see his furniture and knocked his foot.

“Aww…!”

Tears welled up in Maman’s eyes. His feet in anger toppled the furniture.

Why did you lose in the first place…!

How did the Inquisitor Dimona and the other archbishops win?!

Non-combat positions. The priests, not involved in the power struggle, did not know what had happened at the Vatican headquarters within the Wall. It was just that everything was decided and listened to unilaterally.

Dwayne’s defeat and the death of his followers.

I held my breath for fear of losing my life, and the result of trying to follow the trend was right in front of my eyes. Maman was a coward. All those who had once relied on Dwayne to reap benefits were trembling in fear.

It is Cardinal Arpina and Di Mona, her judge of heresy, who have seized her new sovereignty.

Maman raised his head. Before it’s too late, he must get rid of all records. That way you can at least breathe…

“Sister Maman.”

It’s rattled.

The door is open. Maman’s complexion turned white at the sight of the Heretic Questioner who opened the door and entered.

I barely opened my mouth. She asked.

“Yes, yes? Me, why to me…”

“I want to see the transaction record with the outside world.”

“That, that’s a separate arrangement…”

“We will take care of that.”

Maman glanced back at her dropped ledger. I don’t know anything else, but that’s not it.

Her hand stretched out hastily. Her burning embers reached her fingertips.

But her hand was immediately crushed by a small dagger.

“aaa!!!”

The Heretic Questioner pressed Maman’s body. After tying her lightly, she straightened her flowing hair.

“I am Inquisitor Lucan, belonging to the 5th Heretic Inquisition. She is under urgent arrest on charges of bribery and related to bookkeeping. Anything you do from now on could be used against you in the Holy Trial.”

Heretic Inquisitor Lucan pulled the dagger from the back of her hand.

“Please act wisely.”

Maman, who was dragged away, saw.

She knows that there are not just a couple of people like her.

“…Don’t even talk…”

A sigh escaped her open mouth. Crazy These humans are crazy!

They’re attacking the entire headquarters! They’re kicking out everyone who used to take money from Dwayne!

No matter how many they are!

. . .

Arpina raised her head. Aside from being unable to use her powers, she was still a Cardinal of the Order of Ra.

From skillfully handling work to mobilizing various knowledge.

Arpina, who commanded all the troops under her command, as if crushing her rotten wounds, she weeded out those who were related to Dwayne even in the slightest. After she relentlessly bound them, she gathered them in one place.

The scale is large enough to fill several buildings. Arpina moved her hands busily in her records.

“…Archbishop Dwayne…I knew he was full of ambition, but…”

Not half.

Not even the majority.

Almost every priest has something to do with him. He has been paid to eat at least once.

Arpina diligently passed her record. Some penal execution offices, including the Inquisition Office, which is an independent institution, also had records of transactions. He deliberately gave subsidies, and in some places even cut them off.

The representative victim is the 5th Inquisition. How the hell did he live with this small amount of support money?

There was also the reason why Arpina did not notice even though troops entered the church. Starting with entry and exit records, transaction records. Even the guild managed by the church and the source of the funds were all out of Dwayne’s reach.

A messy church. Even though the cardinal was himself, all the reports he had received so far were just lies.

His shoulders drooped as he was organizing his records. Arpina wiped away her tears.

I withdrew from the front line because I had no strength. The result is this. Focusing on her own body, she was unable to take care of the entire church.

How incompetent this body is. Can it still be called a cardinal?

“I’m shy…”

Tak.

Someone put the cup down in front of the stopped hand. Kim wakes up hazy.

Arpina lifted her tear-stained face.

The Heretic Questioner, Zahard, who was on the same boat, leaned against the desk.

“What are you doing so hard even though you are not feeling well? I’m nervous.”

“Ha, but… I haven’t done anything right until now…”

“It’s not Alpina-sama’s fault. She’s the vampire responsible for making him sick. Everyone’s self is the most important law. First, take care of your health first.”

“If I fall… Who will manage this crumbling church…”

“Rather than correcting the wrong, how about finding a ‘person’ to correct?”

Arpina blinked her eyes.

“Are you saying we want to raise Dimona heretic judge to Archbishop as soon as possible?”

“There is that, and there are others. Didn’t the First Inquisitor also participate in that holy war? Put another way, I think fighting Archbishop Dwayne to the death is enough to earn a spot. It was also a group of chapters.”

“What about you…?”

“Me?”

Zahard sipped his coffee.

“I…”

He smiled broadly as he paused.

“I’m not going to become an archbishop!”

“Yes?”

“No, what. A position that is too high is burdensome… Rather, it seems like it will only limit your actions… And it’s a bothersome position, isn’t it? If you’re an archbishop, you’ll have a lot of responsibilities… Ugh. I don’t fit in with that.”

“Ha, but a place with glory and power…”

“Even if I hold the power, there is nothing to do. Ah. Couldn’t you create an independent agency that can work freely?”

What is this again? Arpina tilted her head.

“An independent…Institution? Like a punishment cell or a heresy interrogation center…?”

“That’s right. You just need to roughly shape it. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Ha, but a newly created organization… Its influence is inevitably small. Since there is no tradition, there will be few people who acknowledge it… There is a concern that the eyes of the church will not be very good… It is like starting from the bottom.”

“I don’t really care about other people’s eyes. And there is no need for influence. I am quite used to starting from the bottom.”

Alpina couldn’t understand. Why Why would you want to create a place that is overflowing with wealth and power?

Could you…

“A higher position…Is the cardinal position your goal?”

“I couldn’t covet a cardinal when the archbishop also refused.”

“Ahhh…That’s true…”

Honestly, that’s right. If she had been as ambitious as Dwayne, she would have only dreamed of reaching higher places.

“If you go that far…creating an independent organization…what are you planning to do?”

“Me?”

Though Zahard pondered, he spat out words.

“World Peace?”

“…….”

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. . .

The Inquisitor Dimona was busy walking. An overflowing number of criminals and an absurd amount of enforcement.

The Heretic Questioners were busy moving without a single rest.

Unprecedented change. At this point, Arpina’s will to cut out the rotten wound was straight.

So straight, Dimona had no choice but to follow.

“Bring it all! Record! Cog! Document! Etc! I have to stay up all night to read it all, and run the Holy Trial!”

When the Sacred Trial was held once, a large number of the people whose punishment was determined were sent to the execution center.

Complicated interior cleanup. Along with that, news came that an inspector sent from the empire would arrive at the church headquarters in no time.

Who knows, I had to finish everything before the inspector came. At the very least, the content had to be sorted out, so that it would be possible to prove that Dwayne’s atrocities and themselves were not directly involved.

The Empire was like a lion watching everything silently. Compared to him, the current church was like a bird trembling in front of it.

There was a difference in size, and the power of a single inspector could be seen as almost equal to that of a cardinal. Even with the authority he possesses, he must have the power to stir up the entire church.

The forces are also weakened. A situation where you have to suppress your small voice even more.

The day passed quickly. Dimona lifted her head helplessly, with dark circles under her eyes.

“…Why…Why don’t you give…”

Cheolpuduck.

Dimona rubbed her face on her desk and looked at the flickering candle.

I want to sleep. I just want to fall

But that shouldn’t be the case. Now that there are not enough priests to work with, everything gets tangled up if you throw yourself away.

Dimona cried and picked up her pen to eat mustard. The door rattled open.

The Heretic Inquisitors of the 5th Heretic Inquisition are pouring in. Those who returned from the city Philamon returned with a large number of reports compiled by the Penal Execution Center.

The faces I saw for the first time were also mixed. Dimona raised her eyes and looked at her vixen.

“Who…?”

“Hello. Judge. My name is Monica Warden. I came directly to get advice on the current situation, as well as a progress report on the case that took place at the penal execution center.”

Criminal Execution Center. Independent agency.

“…What about Warden Veronica?”

“The warden belatedly contacted me saying that he will appear before the Holy Trial as he is taking care of the current situation in a comprehensive way. He also asked me to ask if the date and time of the sacred trial for the Philamon raid could be delayed a little.”

“It is possible. Please organize the date and time you want and send it to me.”

I nod my head and focus on the paperwork again. But something was strange.

After finishing her report, Monica did not go out. She glanced around, but she stood there.

“…Do you have anything else to say?”

“That’s…”

Monica blushed.

“Now, I heard that Inquisitor Zahard belongs here… Where is he by any chance…”

“…What?”

“That, it has something to give back… I want to say thank you in person…”

“What kind of relationship?”

“Yes? That, that…”

Monica cupped her cheek with her hand.

“No, I can’t talk…”

A thread appeared on Dimona’s forehead. Rosemary, who was listening with me, slammed the door open and went out.

“Tell me.”

Dimona smiled brightly.

“Right now.”