I Became the illegitimate son of a duke

59 – Heresy (2)

“I can’t help it because I’m so stubborn.”

“I’m sorry.”

As expected, Armand strongly refused to baptize Chloe’s child with me.

Of course, no matter how much I expected it, it’s true that I felt dissatisfied. If you just close your eyes and do it, where will it go? Huh?

In this world, if you are baptized, you can be officially incorporated into society no matter how illegitimate you are. Of course, as long as he’s the duke’s son, he’ll be able to make a living without having to do that, but it’s still better than not having it.

“No. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed, but on the other hand, it’s nice to see you faithful to your faith.”

“…Yes, I understand.”

As soon as Armand heard my words suggesting that he should get out of politics, his face literally rotted away.

You can’t openly rebel against me for using your child as a pretext, and it can’t be helped because it makes no sense for a clergyman to intervene in politics from a doctrinal point of view.

I know you’ve been struggling to seize power by using church territories and clergy in the Duchy of Burgon.

“Then let’s go now… Oh, that’s right. They say they go to the dungeon a lot these days…?”

I thought it would be over soon, so I tried to let Armand go, but time seemed to be on the verge, so I caught him again. The excuse is something I just came up with, but it’s surprisingly good.

“Ah… Ms. Jeanne was trying to figure out why that happened.”

“Ummm… Really?”

Since it’s Miss Jeanne, it seems like she’s been furious about killing her as a witch until a few days ago.

There is definitely something about Jeanne.

I don’t know if it’s just charisma that attracts people or magic that brainwashes people.

“To be honest, I agree with Miss Jeanne to some extent.”

“There are a lot of people who don’t deserve to be in the priesthood.”

“That’s right. When I came to Dijon and took over the Diocese of Burgon, I felt really miserable. I should exclude as much as possible the jobs that I am not qualified for, but since they also have been approved by the Holy See, there are not many things I can do. It didn’t.”

Did you?

So far, I’ve been exchanging letters with the church territories in Burgon, so I thought it was for the purpose of concentrating the power of the churches to increase their political capacity, but in fact, it wasn’t that, but Armand was looking for a solution in his own way.

He’s a bit of a mess because he keeps sticking his head out into politics, but he’s surprisingly faithful.

“Miss Jeanne was outraged at the exploitation of such unqualified people. Of course, I sympathize with the purport… But she has crossed her line too much.”

“Yes, I crossed the line.”

The self-proclaimed saint has crossed the line too much. Well, even if she rebelled, her death penalty was guaranteed.

I don’t intend to kill myself, so that’s fine, but if it wasn’t me who was sitting here, but someone else, I’d have been burned alive instead of simply being decapitated.

“Sung–“

“You shouldn’t have rebelled. Having done such a thing, noble intentions have become mere riots. Now that you have already become a traitor, the only thing left for Miss Jeanne is the death penalty.”

“…Is that so?”

However, a completely different answer comes out of Armand’s mouth.

Armand is taking issue with Jeanne’s rebellion, not her self-proclaimed saintess.

…Huh.

Zane, you were a more terrifying woman than I thought.

To buy sympathy from an old bishop who has gone through all sorts of prenatal battles even though he called himself a saint.

………

“I’m going out tonight, are you ready?”

“Oops…! Yes, yes…!”

“…You keep gagging at me, are you doing that on purpose?”

A few days later, when she is ready to steal, Chloe, who came to see Jeanne’s condition, is very sarcastically offended by Jeanne, who is still gagging at herself.

“Work, not on purpose…”

“Then what does it smell like?”

“Yes, yes… The smell… Ugh…!”

“…”

Chloe just said it once, but when she says she still smells it, she gets dumbfounded and gets a little angry at the same time.

Every day they look at me and say that I smell bad, but aren’t the guards who don’t wash well even in front of me look fine?

“You… Your brother treats you kindly, so it seems like you’re constantly quarreling…”

“It’s not poetry, it’s poetry… It really smells like that?!”

Instinctively feeling that Chloe is truly angry, Jeanne, who tries to explain in detail, finds something in Chloe’s stomach that shouldn’t be there.

Seeing Jeanne shaking her body as she took in her breath, Chloe tilted her head in puzzlement and let out a slight sigh. What else are you going to talk about?

“What else?”

“That, that… The saint’s child…”

“…You.”

Chloe, who was sighing about what nonsense she was going to say this time, hardened her face when she heard Jeanne say something she shouldn’t have said.

How the hell does a b*tch in prison know I’m pregnant? Did the guards who couldn’t control the mouth blown up?

“To whom—- nope. I need to fix the guards.”

There’s no way this b*tch will point out who she’s talking about. It would be best to just change the guard entirely.

Once this is over-

“Again, again… What are you thinking about you… Stop… Stop killing…!”

“…?”

Hearing the voice of her frightened Jeanne, Chloe instinctively realizes that she is missing something greatly.

Come to think of it, this b*tch had just spit out information she shouldn’t have known before, as if it were natural. Even the eyes looking at me were filled with disgust and fear at the same time.

mmm

“You know what I’m thinking?”

Chloe laughs inwardly as she spits out her words.

Reading people’s minds, there’s no way that’s possible. Even magic can’t do that.

“I don’t know what… I don’t know what I’m thinking… But I should say it’s a feeling…”

“Feeling? Kut, don’t be abstract, tell me in detail.”

Look at this, usually swindlers don’t go into detail and are so vague–

“I can’t”

“So… Uh… How many did you kill, who did you kill and things like that?”

“…What?”

Hearing Jeanne’s words, Chloe feels her heart skip a beat for the moment.

…You know how many I’ve killed?

What bullsh*t, no one noticed, including her brother. How dare you say this without proof?

“…What the hell are you talking about. Do you have proof? Something that doesn’t sound like words—”

“The smell.”

“What?”

“I can tell by the smell. I can’t stand the disgusting corpse smell from you.”

“…”

Chloe tried to laugh it off, but when she saw Jeanne’s solemn voice and her disgusted eyes, she shut her mouth.

In the dungeon, which was filled with the sound of words just a moment ago, now only the sound of the wind remains.

………

“Hmm… Chloe is very late.”

The sun will set soon, and she still hasn’t returned from the dungeon.

I just need Jeanne to check on her health and come back.

In case you don’t know, let’s send more people. I want to go there myself, but the watchers of the Canaanite Church know everything about my face as a duke, so it’s a bit of a burden.

“Who else out there—”

“That’s me, brother.”

“Ah, it’s finally here.”

Claude is about to give an order to a servant or attendant outside to find Chloe, but sees Chloe returning just in time.

“Is it too late?”

“Umm… That girl who sleeps, she’s a pretty funny girl, hehehe.”

“Really? How was your health?”

“You’re so full of energy? I think we can go ahead with the operation tonight as scheduled.”

If it was Chloe’s judgment, it would be correct. We have to proceed as planned.

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My strategy is to siphon Jeanne out of her dungeon and send her to the border area with the Empire to create her heretical group, and use that as a pretext to more closely intervene in the Empire’s religious conflict.

Thanks to Seonghwang’s request to eradicate heresy in the empire, even if he just intervened, the emperor would not be able to say anything.

If you’re going to intervene, you’d better make sure to bring as much as you can get.

“Thanks, then let’s go eat.”

“Yes, brother!”

………

“This f*cking old woman!!!!!”

“Your Majesty… Please fix it…”

“Do you really look like you? Huh!?”

The Emperor’s voice full of rage reverberates through the splendid room.

Of course, the outside is dazzling, but if you look closely, there is no proper furniture or object. Most of them are outdated or just plainly decorated.

Chang-Geurang-!!

In the end, the emperor, unable to control his anger, threw the glass he was holding onto the floor.

Seeing that, the attendants, as if they were used to it, took up cleaning tools and started to clean up the shards in the glass.

“Your Majesty…”

“What the hell… Why the hell!? Why did he say that!? Huh? Does that old man really want to see a thousand-year-old empire perish in my generation? I could do it with my own hands. ! No matter how hard it was, I had to do it on my own!”

The servants listened to the emperor’s words, but did not respond and looked at each other as if they were sorry.

Because the emperor’s words did not demand an answer, but were more like screams of lamentation.

“Haaa, Chancellor.”

The emperor, who had been angry and angry for a long time, finally lowered his head as if resigned and asked the chancellor next to him about the current situation.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“How many monarchs have so far been positive to the old man’s words?”

The old man’s words mean that the emperor asked the monarchs of each region to eliminate heretics in the empire.

“Intelligence came in saying that the Principality of Burgon refused because of an urgent internal situation… But there were reports that the Carolingian Kingdom beyond that, the Polov Kingdom to the east, and the Lombard Principality to the south said affirmatively to it. Came.”

Actually, there is no such thing as spying.

Except for the Duke of Burgon, all the monarchs who heard that were said to have nodded their heads, deeply impressed by the noble mission of eliminating heresy in front of their subjects.

Rumors spread on their own even without using back routes. Is there anyone who can call this spying?

“hahahahaha… Enemies everywhere, enemies inside too.”

After confirming the involvement of various countries, the emperor becomes even more miserable.

The emperor, who would have enjoyed high glory hundreds of years ago, is now just struggling to maintain the empire.