“Some of the priests who had fled… seem to have arrived at the north gate of the capital Agatha. …It seems Pope has also come.”

“What did you say?”

「These shameless bastards. How dare they crawl back again!」

Zero was also furious. Even though Mihael saw our angry expressions, he couldn’t loosen his stiff lips.

“Still, it seems their cheeky faces aren’t as thick… They sent this instead of barging in.”

Mihael handed me a letter.

「What they wrote in such a letter is obvious! Discard it! Discard it! Throw it into the furnace as food for the fire!」

I had the same sentiment, but as Mihael pleaded, holding the letter in both hands, I couldn’t bring myself to do that.
“They might have returned with some trick up their sleeves. It would be wise to read it.”

“…Gyeongeun, have you read this letter?”

“The master hasn’t read it yet, but how can a dog just touch it as it pleases?”

His usual unexpectedly strong response was not typical.

As the matter was significant, party members who heard the news gathered in my office.

Though it was a spacious office, it felt quite cramped with the presence of these large men.

Astan sat comfortably on the sofa, chuckling.

“Regardless of what’s written in that letter, I can guarantee it’s nonsense. There’s no kindness to spare for the scum who ran away tail between their legs. In Whitewood, it wouldn’t be strange to hang the necks of such people in the square.”

“Chances are we can’t afford to kill the priests. They probably came after hearing the story that the Second Prince has been chosen as the saint.”

His words were calm, but my insides were boiling with rage.

Even the cold tea that Lina prepared couldn’t calm this anger.

‘Ha. Seeing something like divine blessings falling, do they want to stick around and get some benefits next to Astan, who is called a saint!’

Some fought zombies to death!

And now they want to freeload without any conscience?

“If those so-called priests… if the real god was here, they would have been punished, even if they had to submit a report.”

Crunch. Crunch. Zero, who was chewing nuts fiercely, exploded in anger.

【Then shouldn’t we just drive them away?】

【Kick out uninvited guests like them!】

【Right, right!】

The spirits flapping their wings over Benedict’s shoulders laughed and offered sensible words.

“It’s not that easy…”

Benedict sighed as he petted the spirit.

“Ben is right. If our leader is known as the Second Prince and has already received the blessing of God, what would they say if we reject the Pope’s crowd?”

“…Of course, they’ll resist. They might not hesitate to challenge the legitimacy of the Second Prince’s authority.”

‘Even if they ran away shamefully, do they still have authority among those bastards?’

“Yeah. Damn it.”

「Tsk!」

The situation wasn’t favorable. Sending a letter through the gate meant they really intended to enter.

Opening the letter, although the content was soft, it was essentially a veiled threat.

To the esteemed Duke Kitten.

I am Pope Thierryneus, the first servant of God.

I heard that the legendary tale of the Duke who gathered the Second Prince has reached my location.

Furthermore, it seems you have received God’s blessing. How can we, as priests in Caladia, simply ignore such a gracious and providential event?

Perhaps, the appearance of these troublesome elements might have been a quite useful role in resolving the situation.
Therefore, the people of our Papal Court, who were praying at a local temple outside the capital, are sending this letter with the intention of returning to the capital. If you are the righteous and brave Second Prince and the Duke, you will not refuse this old man’s earnest request. Even considering the time when the Duke ‘borrowed’ the saint from me, I hope for a positive response. By the way, I am curious about how Michael Gyeong is doing. I heard that you, Duke, have separately taken care of him… I am also curious if he is doing well, and I would appreciate it if you could convey my regards. Well, I will wait to see you in the capital. As soon as I finished reading the letter, my hands were trembling, and I could only crumple it in frustration. Zero looked at it and exclaimed, ‘Crazy old man,’ glowing with irritation. “……Would you like to read it, Gyeong?” I handed the crumpled letter to Michael, and he did not refuse. His reaction after reading was almost the same as mine. “……He’s a cunning old man. Pretending to lower himself, he seems to have decided to threaten, spreading rumors unless he is allowed to see the Duke and the Second Prince.” “That’s right? If my eyes haven’t deceived me.” “In a situation equivalent to a war, what is this… Rather than a Pope, he seems closer to a street thug or a swindler. I feel ashamed of myself during the time as a Holy Knight who followed such a small-minded person as the Pope and carried out orders.”
“In a situation equivalent to an exhibition… What is this… In this case, it would not be inappropriate to say that he is closer to a street thug or a swindler than a Pope. I feel ashamed of myself during the time as a Holy Knight who followed such a small-minded person as the Pope and carried out orders.”

“So, what do you want to do?” Zero asked me.

“What to do… I should create some chaos.”

‘If you want to establish authority so badly, you might as well enjoy it in front of the zombies.’