Book 4: Chapter 40
“My, my, I really don’t understand why kids like to run around playing with guns these days. Did you happen to think that you would have an extra layer of armour for your wimpy minds if you carried a gun? Sorry, but you’re still children from the standpoint of adults.”
“Aiming your weapon at his majesty is treason. What are you trying to do?!”
I sat on the bench and looked at the guards on the ground groaning. Alice and Nier restrained themselves more than ever. Nier beat them with her scabbard and Alice didn’t use her hands to tear them apart either. She just tore their armour and broke their wrists and ankles. The two of them stood in the middle of the group of guards sprawled out on the ground. They looked at the archbishop on his knees looking like he was going to wet himself and said: “His majesty is looking for you.”
“Your majesty… your majesty……”
He stood up while trembling. Alice grabbed him by his arm and dragged him like a corpse to bring him before me, and then tossed him onto the chair in front of me. I looked at him, nodded and said: “Long time no see, your excellency. No wait. It hasn’t even been a few days. But my visit this time is different to last time. Put it this way. Last time, you were running the place, but not this time. Alright, I’m not going to waste my time. Once I get what I want and find out what I want to know, I’ll leave right away.”
“Your majesty! You have no right to treat me this way! The church has not done anything wrong! The church is innocent! What you’re doing is just violence! God will curse…”
Giving no shits, I shoved my gun right into his mouth. I think I broke a few of his teeth. I looked at his mouth that slowly began to bleed and indifferently said: “I never said you could say anything other than answering my questions. You think I’m clueless? Aren’t your statues of god a little too salty? Mixing the salt into the plaster and then smashing it before soaking it to revert it back into salt. Not only is that wasteful, you also cut the price of salt. I could execute all of you for privately trafficking salt. I’m here to talk to you and you dare to curse me? God won’t curse me. God will curse you people. You committed all kinds of evil in his name. Do you actually think you still have the right to say you believe in god?”
I pulled my gun out along with a few teeth. He spat out a mouthful of blood as he looked at me while huffing and puffing. I put one leg over the other, picked up a cape on the ground that belonged to a guard, wiped my gun with it and asked: “First question, where are you imprisoning the elves?”
“What elves?! I know nothing about that! We haven’t fallen that low!”