What Should I Do If I Find Out My Wife Is the Pope?

Chapter 56: This Mister Lin Wei—His Ties to The Holy Church Run Deep!

"Ahh... That was the best sleep I've had in ages."

As dawn broke, Lin Wei stretched languidly, awakening to a rare sense of clarity and refreshment, both body and mind at ease.

The distant bustle of the street drifted through the window, mingling with golden sunlight that streamed through the cracks, bathing the room in a gentle, radiant warmth. Even his spirits felt lighter, a pleasant tranquility settling over him.

He chuckled to himself, recalling how last night’s intended “half hour” had ended up lasting far longer than planned.

It was mostly because his dear wife, Veya, had been fretting about her imminent return to The Holy Church. Somehow, their conversation had spiraled into playful banter about her playing the role of the Pope for a night—and, in the heat of the moment, he had to admit, the idea had felt strangely exhilarating.

"Pity she's not the real Pope," Lin Wei sighed with a hint of regret, remembering the aftermath.

Of course, he’d never seriously consider scheming to place his own wife on the papal throne just for a bit of amusement. That would be far too outrageous. At most, he could hope she might become a bishop one day—that would be thrilling enough.

Bishop Veya, huh?

He grinned. That had a nice ring to it—definitely a little exciting. "Alright, focus. First, let’s get through orientation—then I can daydream about Bishop Veya all I want."

After washing up and grabbing a quick, unremarkable breakfast provided by the inn, Lin Wei collected his prepared documents, straightened his clothes, and set out for the day.

The Imperial Capital’s Magic Academy wasn’t far from his lodgings.

A ten-minute walk brought him to its gates, where the sprawling, majestic complex came into view.

White marble steps shone like polished jade beneath the morning sun. Small groups of people passed by, and every now and then, a luxurious carriage—undoubtedly belonging to some noble family—would roll up and stop nearby.

Attended by their servants, the nobles made their way toward students dressed in the academy’s uniform.

“These must all be the children of nobles…”

Lin Wei couldn’t help but notice their confident—almost ostentatious—demeanor, and the way their servants hovered around them with fawning deference. Their status was obvious in every gesture.

According to what Yalis had told him yesterday, the Imperial Capital’s Magic Academy did, in theory, recruit from across the world.

But as the empire’s most prestigious institution, it was only natural that the sons and daughters of noble families would flock here.

Thank goodness I really did go on the run, Lin Wei mused, suppressing a wry smile as he took in the scene.

If he hadn’t been genuinely on the lam, but instead had chosen to quietly blend in among humans, this would have been the perfect opportunity.

All it would take was kidnapping the entire crop of noble heirs to throw the city into chaos—then using them as bargaining chips to negotiate directly with the capital. Even if he couldn’t force the empire to withdraw its armies, the ransom for so many aristocratic scions would be a heavy price indeed.

Lucky for you lot I’m just a regular guy now, he thought. Otherwise, things could have gotten very interesting.

So the Northern Fortress has fallen? What’s that got to do with me, an ordinary fellow like Lin Wei!

Honestly, I’d be glad to see the demons pushed back to their heartlands. Maybe then they’d realize just how foolish their little coup against me really was!

“Ah, Mr. Lin Wei! You’re here!”

Lost in his wandering thoughts, Lin Wei was suddenly pulled back to reality by a pleasantly surprised voice up ahead.

Looking up, he saw the chief recruitment officer who had interviewed him the day before, waiting patiently at the academy gates.

As soon as he spotted Lin Wei, his face lit up with a beaming smile. He hurried over with such warmth and enthusiasm, one might think he was welcoming a long-lost friend.

“Good morning, Mr. Paxson.”

Lin Wei nodded politely, returning the greeting.

“Haha, I’m glad to see you looking so well-rested, Mr. Lin!” Paxson laughed as he approached, eager to make conversation. This update ıs available on novelfire(.)net

After all, Lin Wei wasn’t just any new hire—he’d been personally recommended by The Holy Church, and the display of terrifying skill he’d shown during the interview hadn’t gone unnoticed. Any recruitment officer with half a brain wouldn’t dare show the slightest neglect. That’s why Paxson had made a point of arriving early to greet him.

Fortunately, he hadn’t had to wait long before Lin Wei appeared.

“We’d actually planned to prepare a guest suite for you in the academy’s hospitality wing,” Paxson continued, leading the way toward the office as he chatted amiably. “But I heard you had friends waiting for you outside yesterday, so we had to scrap that plan.”

“Besides, with your luggage still at the inn, it wouldn’t have been convenient for you to move in alone.”

Lin Wei smiled, easily reading between the lines. The skills he’d demonstrated during the interview had, unexpectedly, smoothed his path.

He could guess the reason for Paxson’s deference. Honestly, he’d never intended to make such a splash at the start. If it hadn’t been for Miss Afuduo from the Catkin insisting on a strength demonstration, he would have just brewed a simple potion and quietly started his new job.

Still, seeing how things had turned out, putting his abilities on display wasn’t so bad after all.

“By the way, where is my assigned dormitory? Am I going to have to share with someone else?”

Yesterday, he’d been so focused on the onboarding process that he hadn’t given a single thought to such details.

So Lin Wei brought it up now. If he had to share a dorm, he’d have to look for another place to stay—otherwise, it would be a hassle if Veya wanted to visit.

“Of course not! Ordinary assistants have to share, but someone of your standing, Mr. Lin, absolutely does not!” Paxson declared, patting his chest with confidence, not a hint of hesitation.

“We’ve prepared a private room in the staff dormitories for your temporary residence,” he explained. “And, as part of your employment benefits, I personally submitted a request yesterday and secured you a housing stipend.”

“You’ll be free to rent an apartment off-campus at your convenience, and the Imperial Capital’s Magic Academy will reimburse all your expenses. In other words, you’ll have two places to stay here in the capital—one for work, one for personal life. It’s all about making things easier for you.”

Lin Wei knew he’d earned some perks by showing his strength during the interview, but this level of treatment was almost excessive.

“Is… is this really okay?” he asked, shooting Paxson a wary glance.

He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d accidentally taken over a position meant for someone else. The benefits for a mere general assistant were just too generous—it was enough to make anyone suspicious.

Even with his abilities, Lin Wei never expected to receive such special treatment.

“Haha, you’re overthinking it! For someone like you, Mr. Lin, it’s perfectly fine.”

After all, Paxson had made sure to add a note to the application yesterday: “Personally recommended by Miss Rennie, the Pope's Secretary.” Approval had come back in less than three minutes—a testament to the Academy’s devotion to the goddess Alicia.

Even if no one really knew what kind of connection Mr. Lin Wei had to The Holy Church…

Still, it was clear Lin Wei’s ties ran deep. Of course, as a seasoned professional, Paxson knew better than to pry—discretion was the mark of a truly excellent employee!

“Well, if you say it’s fine, then I won’t worry about it,” Lin Wei replied, deciding to let the matter rest. No matter whose reserved spot he might have filled, he was already hired, so he might as well settle in and enjoy the perks.

As they chatted, Lin Wei followed Paxson into an office piled high with stacks of documents.

“Now then, Mr. Lin, please hand me your onboarding papers,” Paxson said, inviting Lin Wei to sit. He brewed a cup of black tea and set it before his guest before finally settling into the seat across from him.

Taking the documents, Paxson glanced up and asked casually, “By the way, who’s listed as your guarantor? I’ll need the name to complete your file.”

“The Saintess of The Holy Church, Yalis,” Lin Wei replied without hesitation.

“Pfft—! Cough, cough, cough!!”

A violent fit of coughing erupted from across the desk as Paxson nearly choked on his tea.

It took him a long moment to recover, his face frozen in utter disbelief as he stared at Lin Wei in shock.

“Excuse me—what?”