“Where is the mayor of Pisa?”

As I hurried to enter the town hall, the guards crossed their spears in an X shape to block my way.

“Halt! Identify yourself!”

“I am Baron Rothschild, and this is the Bishop of Pisa. We’ve come urgently to discuss a matter regarding the plague! Open the gates!”

Normally, no matter how noble I am, I wouldn’t behave this way.

Though by rank, the mayor is technically a lesser noble, a mere baronet compared to my barony, his position as the count’s representative in the County of Pisa grants him significant authority. Barging into his workplace unannounced would be akin to spitting in the face of the count himself.

“I’m sorry, but the mayor has ordered no outsiders to be allowed in under any circumstances.”

In emergencies like a plague outbreak, this kind of precaution is appropriate.@@novelbin@@

In a crisis where every second counts, letting in outsiders who might disrupt the work of officials could lead to utter chaos.

However, the Bishop of Pisa had a different opinion. He looked ready to grab one of the guards by the collar and snapped at them sharply.

“So you’re calling me an outsider?”

“N-no, sir, but due to administrative—”

“Administrative? Are you, a mere guard, lecturing me on administrative procedures? Pisa’s town hall must be a remarkable place if even the guards can teach bishops about governance. Who is your direct superior?”

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