CHAPTER 412: 412 GO QUINZ. MARCH FORWARD.

[El’s POV: ]

"Hmmm..."

Now that I’ve dealt with the shit clergy, what do I do next?

"Hmmm..."

I mean, there’s a lot of things to do. I have to get the affairs of the empire in order, go and fuck that bastard of mine, then we have to make Morex a proper emperor.

There’s still the matters regarding the new religion, but that will be after we defeat the pope or at least start with that thing.

Besides, before we do anything, we have to tell the pope that he is fucked and that we are coming for him next.

’Sending Quinz there will mean declaration of war. And it’s pretty obvious he cannot stay there so I’ll also have to look into that.’

But since the pope doesn’t have three members of his precious clergy anymore, he will be careful not to harm him in any inappropriate manner either.

Ultimately, the plan that he had, using Quinz as an excuse, would go down to shit and the next part of his plan, to deal with the empire with this excuse, would become meaningless.

"Quinz."

He had seen all that I wanted him to see, and there was now nothing more that he needed to do here.

"Go and tell that bastard that he should come here and talk with us himself if he wants this capital.

I will give it to him myself if he does so without playing tricks, and..."

Looking straight into his old eyes that resembled my bastard’s, I couldn’t help but wonder how old this one actually was for his charms.

"Just go there and walk out of there after delivering the message.

Show them that you have found your calling and your true path in life."

Not only was he someone that we needed to deal with the temple, his influence was something that I can use pretty well in various places.

But, what if his already great influence increases?

What if he were to suddenly gain a divine order from a higher being and go on a pilgrimage?

"Go and be the knight of light that you are supposed to."

Divinity was something that would blind any mortal eye. Especially ones that had longed to witness it their entire lives, this simple higher dimensional concept is something as charming as a succubus’ allure.

To the people and the believer of the pantheon of the temple, the divine blessings are callings are nothing less than a lifelong goal, but, since it is limited to the people, the representative of the bastard gods, and the ones closest to him, achieving this is not possible naturally.

’Because of the pope, the people in the temple think that the only way they could become stronger and closer to the gods is through achievements and baptization from the pope himself.’

Those who are chosen by him become the vessels for the gods, or at the very least, that is what people believe happens.

-Oooooooooooooong!

To achieve divine power is to achieve the recognition of the worldline, as well as to have achievements that bear great meaning to the world or Nature.

There are many kinds of divinities, but the one that the people in Temple are most familiar with, is the one that is obtained by submitting yourself to the gods.

’But they do not realize that in the process where they think they are submitting themselves to their gods, they are actually becoming the slaves of the pope.’

That bastard is a puppet himself, but he is more than just a medium through which the gods of the Temple deal with this world and exert their influence.

Their relationship and the game that they are playing is much more complicated and darker than one realises.

That is why...

"Anna."

{ "Yes, dear one." }

-OOOOOOOOOOOONG!

With Anna shedding one of her feathers above Quinz who was kneeling before me, I used a string of complex spells and imbued the power of that feather inside of him.

The feather of the phoenix was the same as the Lifeblood of the gods or divine beasts, the Ichor that they could not be more proud of.

And, when that one feather becomes one with a mortal...

"...?!"

They gain a temporary blessing far more prominent than the blessings one could receive from an apostle like the pope.

"Go Quinz, march forward to the theocracy and tell that bastard to appear before me within a week.

If he does not, then he can forget the capital and should prepare to hand over the entirety of the theological capital to the empire."

If he wanted to fuck us over, he should have been more through with his plans.

Doing things like this was never going to work, not before us nor before anyone who at least had three brain cells.

"I HAVE RECEIVED YOUR ORDER, MASTER!"

Feeling the sudden increase in his abilities and the blanket of protection that he now had over his body and spirit must have rekindled his memories of why he chose to follow me.

’Just from the way he shouted, I could feel how excited he was about this.’

But there was also a deep resentment in his eyes right now.

The anger towards the pope and the home like religion that tried to use him as a sacrifice was burning brighter and more fierce than ever.

He was not just angry, the betrayal provoked the kind of emotions in him that he did not even know he possessed.

And ultimately, he knew what he needed to do now.

So, with a deep bow and a promising look, he turned around, and went outside into the balquit hall where he had first settled.

’His companions would not remember what had just happened with them but they would know what they were here for.’

He would have delivered the divine order of the pope and this would be the time for them to leave, so that shit can finish without me there.

Rex was there and he would take care of the things there, so...

"Shall we go back, Anna? I can feel that the bastard has managed to almost die once again."

I was wondering what I should do next but nothing was coming to my mind right now.

All that I can think about right now was my dumb bastard and what he might be doing right now.

{ "One agrees. One should depart now." }

I was worried about him, but there was something more on my mind now...

’What did he do...?’

Why do I feel like he had not just done something stupid, but also something that will anger me as well?