The Paladin Owns the Relic

202 – Part 2 Prologue (2)

Remove the pen. I raise my head. The 1st Archbishop in charge of most public affairs.

Long eyelashes awaken in the more mature blonde hair. Aide Isabelle took a short breath.

What can I say…

Should I say that her appearance has now reached its peak?

Before, of course, she was pretty. But now it feels different. After being appointed as an apostle of Ra belatedly, it felt as if the race itself had changed.

Isabella glanced at Dimona, the First Archbishop, through her side of the eye.

Therefore, there are four apostles of Ra in total.

Dimona, Archbishop and Apostle.

Tiella and Irene from daytime shrine maidens.

Lastly, Arpina, the Cardinal of the Order.

The number of apostles increased belatedly, as if they were urgently trying to fill the positions of the lacking apostles. It was obviously unusual.

The existence of an apostle is determined from birth.

However, the current Ra was granting the position of an apostle to acquired beings. A story that has never been written in the Bible.

There were only two things that the unprecedented thing happened.

He has a reason to do something he hasn’t done before.

“Isabel.”

Is everything reaching the end and struggling?

“Isabel.”

“…Yes, yes!”

“What are you thinking so hard about? Sleep.”

Isabel, who moved from the Heretic Inquisition to the Vatican, accepted the document envelope.

“This is…”

“It’s what I always do. You know? Please treat it neatly as always.”

I peek inside the envelope. In response to what was written inside her, Isabelle silently nodded her head.

Now her work has become almost her own.

She lowered her voice as she checked the red liquid in the vial.

“Shall we handle the money as we always do?”

“…Isabelle.”

Dimona’s voice lowered. Wiggled her fingers.

“Could you bring some of the funds to me separately instead of giving them as donations as usual?”

“Yes? Where do you plan to use it…?”

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“Rice, it’s nothing… I poured all of my salary this month into the church…”

“Ah.”

Is it a problem if you are too passionate about your work? Isabelle nodded her head.

But even as she nodded, her archbishop’s excuse continued.

“No, of course, there are living expenses… but that’s not enough…”

“What are you saying is lacking?”

“…Manage…”

The voice crawled in.

“I want to be managed…”

“Management?”

“That’s right.”

Dimona twisted her white blonde hair.

“Don’t you think her hair has been frizzy lately?”

“Is it as fine as always?”

“Is that so… I think the tips of her nails are also very damaged.”

“Aren’t you the kind of person who cares about that…?”

“That’s true, but… that’s…”

Dimona wiggled her hand.

“That… One month…”

“Ah.”

Isabelle blinked her eyes. She giggled and she laughed.

A person who is rumored to be the devil of God because he is meticulous in everything is so cute. Who knows.

“…I support you, Your Excellency. Do you know?”

“No, I don’t know what you mean?!”

“I’ll put the money aside. Dismissal.”

Beyond serving, I became affectionate. If you belong to the 5th Inquisition, you will definitely split into two factions.

Pawa supporting Rosemary.

The faction that supports Dimona.

Isabel was on the latter side. I still remember the joint that Rosemary broke several times.

If it continues, this is better. Hmm. By the way

…Honestly, I’m a little greedy…But…

Let’s stand on the cheering side for now.

“If successful…”

Because you don’t know if the beans will run out.

“Don’t forget my story. You see. Dismissal?”

“Muh, I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

. . .

Anthony, a new member of the 5th Inquisition, gulped down his drink.

The alcohol that went into my exhausted body cooled my heart that was about to explode.

Was the beer so sweet? Anthony sighed and sighed. The Heretic Inquisitor in front of him laughed.

“How are you? Are you feeling relaxed?”

“Oh, Inquisitor Austin.”

Anthony immediately tried to stand up. But Austin pressed his shoulder hard.

“Sit down. I didn’t mean to say goodbye.”

“Ha, but.”

“You did a great job. Thanks to you, I quickly organized the skeletons. Even the cursed undead would have gone to a better place thanks to you.”

Skeleton.

Anthony trembled with his body. The ghastly sound of bones and the rusty blade slashing was very menacing.

And then…

The undead have become stronger. To be precise, even the magic beasts became stronger.

The Heretic Questioner’s main job has changed a bit since the large-scale cleaning incident two years ago. It became more frequent to move by receiving requests from the outside, and it became a valuable power to feed the Sun God Church.

Originally, it was said that it was a mission to be taken on by a fledgling organization called the Scorched Ashes… He heard that when he was a student at the Theological Seminary, it came into being suddenly and was abolished shortly after.

With a name no one talks about anymore.

“That’s it…”

Anthony glanced at Austin as he sat beside him drinking.

“I heard that the captain also… Contacted that person…”

“That person?”

“That…”

Bring out a taboo name. He mumbled a few times in his mouth, looked at his eyes, and said hesitantly.

“Now… I was with a person named Hard…”

“Ah.”

Austen chuckled.

“Who was excommunicated?”

“Yes, yes.”

“It’s an excommunication…I don’t know exactly what happened…”

Austin tilted his glass.

“It’s all speculation. None of them were right.”

“I’ve never actually seen it…but I was at the center of all sorts of incidents…”

“Of course not. Because he is my pride.”

“Are you bragging…?”

What kind of person could such a seasoned person be enough to say that?

“Are you… A great person?”

“He came in alone and changed the whole church. Including me in front of your eyes. I know that?”

Austin tapped the window leaning next to him.

“Originally, I didn’t even know how to hold this properly. That… The boss taught me.”

“Boss…?”

“Once a boss is always a boss. He is the same person who gave me direction in life.”

The torch burned at Austin’s fingertips.

“What made me work hard. The reason I can see into the future… Is all because he taught me. I want to be like the boss He just like he did… He wants to be a proud senior to you guys.”

“……”

The more I think about it, the more I can’t draw a picture in my head. What kind of person was he that he admired?

Austen chuckled.

“Why? Don’t you believe it?”

“That, that’s a little…”

“I can’t. Shall I tell you a little story? Let’s see… Do you see that person?”

“If it were him…”

Anthony turned her head away.

There was one more person besides the few Heretic Questioners who had finished their work at the bar. Light pink hair. One of the cat ears that rise above her head is cut in half.

The eyes are sharp and full of wild beauty at first glance. But even so, she can’t hide her cuteness.

A beastman with an appearance that makes it impossible to talk to him even if he is next to him. When working, he was stricter than anyone else, and when fighting the undead, the Heretic Judge, who was the most advanced, was sipping a drink alone.

“Judge Rosemary.”

“Mo, isn’t it strange that you don’t know?!”

A legendary man. He is a person who has accumulated achievements comparable to that of the famous Heretic Judge, Radathok.

Battleman. Blood cat. Rotary saw blade. Madman and so on.

Isn’t it the person who carries all the titles called terrifying titles? Anthony swallowed his saliva. The only time Anthony had ever had a conversation with her, the Heretic Judge of the Fifth Inquisition, was when Anthony first entered her place.

「Name.」

「Oh, this is Anthony!」

「Anthony. This is the 5th Heretic Inquisition.”

The way he murmured in a somewhat shrill voice caught my ear.

「Check your position and become the right person for it.」

Clean and confident voice.

Anthony blushed slightly. She wants to stand out in her eyes—wasn’t she standing on the front line like this with her determination?

“If it’s related to the judge…”

“The judge wasn’t always that kind.”

“…Kindhearted…?”

What sweetness?

Did I misunderstand the meaning of affection?

Austen chuckled.

“All the newcomers had that expression. But you are right. Hey. Nord!”

“Why are you calling me?”

Heretic Inquisitor Nord, with his barbaric hairstyle, sat next to Anthony with a bang. Anthony felt like his heart was about to burst out of her throat.

Austen and Nord, who could be called the top two if you were to judge competent seniors, sat on either side.

This, what the hell is this…?”

“Because the rookie didn’t believe me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know. That Judge Rosemary is different from before.”

“…Ah.”

Nord laughed.

“It was a crazy man.”

“Poetry, do you mean Judge?”

“If you’re bored, you get beaten up. I was subtly discriminated against.”

“My joints are often cracked. My knees still get cold when it rains.”

“Yes? Yes?”

Anthony blinked at the sudden outburst of stories. A story that gets weirder the more you hear it.

That sparkling rosemary…Was that kind of person?

“There’s no way the judge would do that?!”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I called you because I thought it would be like this.”

“Well… Who can you trust? It was all the work of the boss that turned that derelict paladin into a human.”

“Where do you want to be by now?”

“You must be doing your job. He is such a person.”

“Is that so?”

Austen and Nord exchanged glances. No matter who said it first, he grinned.

“Anthony. Can’t you believe it even after hearing it?”

“That, that is…”

“If you have any questions, ask them directly. The judge’s viscount also cuts off the proper line. You shouldn’t drink too much, because lately you’ve been drinking a bit.”

“Do you mean me?”

“You’ve been glancing at me since before, haven’t you? Aren’t you interested?”

“My, how could I…”

“Go see.”

Anthony took wobbly steps. A whisper was heard behind her.

“What do you think the odds are?”

“…3%?”

“Too high.”

“Your face is on the smooth side, right?”

“It’s 1%.”

What are you talking about? Anthony took a deep breath in her.

It happened all of a sudden…But isn’t it the scene she dreamed of?

She wanted to talk all the time. I thought it would be nice if those light pink eyes looked at me.

So…

“Poetry, Judge…!”