The Price is Everything of Yours (76 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 182

Duke Kendal, half-mad with grief upon hearing of his daughter’s death, had convinced far more noble colleagues than the Pope had anticipated. Even so, few possessed the courage to openly express dissatisfaction with the Church’s authority—yet even that brief interruption in funding had opened a chasm beneath their feet, throwing every aspect of the mausoleum construction into utter chaos.

Sacred relics were sold off from the Pope’s beautifully adorned audience chamber. The weekly donations alone were insufficient not only to pay the overdue wages of the foreign laborers but even to provide basic living expenses for the citizens of Ulevis, who had originally served in ecclesiastical duties.

A truly devout believer would have endured poverty alongside the Pope in times of hardship, trusting that the Lord would soon grant abundant reward to His beloved child for their trials.

But the citizens of Ulevis did not view the Pope’s poverty as a sudden test of faith. They simply—

Completely ignored him—as one would someone struck by divine punishment.

“Damn those heretics.”

Omnitus ground his teeth, seated in an empty chair within the barren audience chamber. His face looked as though it had aged several years in just the past few days.

Yes, they were all heretics—heretics who deserved to be hunted down by the Holy Knights and burned alive. Worse than infidels or pagans, they were rotten apples capable of corrupting the flock of innocent lambs faster than anyone else.

There was no other explanation for why they had turned against him so eagerly and abruptly.

“Len Feyel…”

Yes, that wretch must be the hound leading those heretics. He should have eliminated him long ago.

He should have beheaded the boy back when he was still young and unnoticed, showing no mercy.

Omnitus’s hand, resting on the armrest of the chair, trembled. He wanted to smoke his pipe. After that, he would surely have to excommunicate the impious Duke Kendal.

He’d already sent a letter insisting that Aidalia Kendal couldn’t possibly be dead—she must have taken some medicine, after all; otherwise, why wouldn’t her body have rotted during days locked in the dungeon?

The Duke had clearly received the letter, yet sent no reply. Instead, he obstructed him pointlessly—behavior inexplicable unless he’d deliberately sent his foolish daughter to target him from the very beginning.

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