Chapter 255. The Mad Warrior (1)
The Fifth Diocese, nestled right beside Archbishop Mitas's Third Diocese, was under the care of Archbishop David. And at that very moment, David was breaking into a cold sweat thanks to some unexpected guests.
"U-Uh... I assure you, I'm not a heretic," Archbishop David stuttered, trying to defend himself. "No matter how much you try to frame me—"
"Frame you?" Caron Leston, who had called himself a Warrior, raised an eyebrow and interrupted. "That's an interesting way to put it. Are you ignoring the word of a Warrior? That's a bit hurtful, don't you think? What do you say, Grand Saintess?"
Caron had stormed into the church without warning, boldly taking a seat and causing a scene in broad daylight. But the real problem wasn't that he had barged in—it was that he hadn't come alone. With him was none other than the Grand Saintess Seria, a figure currently regarded as highly dangerous by the Holy Kingdom.
She revealed six wings, David thought.
Seria had been chosen as the Grand Saintess. That meant she was a great prophet, the very same one that would appear whenever the Holy Kingdom faced peril. The very fact of her emergence signaled that a great crisis was looming.
No one knew why the Light had chosen Seria. But to question the Light's decision was unthinkable. The wings were proof—divine evidence that she had been chosen by God. And as servants of that God, the clergy had no choice but to accept it with humility.
"This wine tastes divine... Perhaps it's because I'm drinking at church?" Caron mused, swirling his glass with satisfaction.
And yet, this brazen fool before him was putting David's faith to the test. Drinking alcohol in a sacred church—David wondered where this man's manners had gone.
Still, David had already given his permission. He couldn't exactly retract it now, so he simply furrowed his brow and said nothing.
With a quiet sigh, he eventually asked in a low voice, "Why have you come here? If the Grand Saintess has chosen you as the Warrior, His Holiness the Pope will surely appoint you formally."
David had no desire to involve himself in the power struggles tearing through the Holy Kingdom. In just a little while, he would begin his sabbatical. His modest hope was simply to avoid any turmoil and enjoy a quiet, uneventful leave.