Conia, a Blue Knight, arrived at the tower along with three other knights. They stood in attention in front of a stout man dressed in purpleâa Purple Aristocrat. Aristocrats, as the word suggested, were nobles in this country.
The manâs cap was also purple, its shape lost from the jewels embedded on it. Disheveled hair stuck out from under.
ãOh, I see. The emissary has arrived. Hmm, yes.ãthe aristocrat said in his shrill voice.
He accepted the documents from Conia and began leafing through them. There were thirty papers all in all. This worldâs papermaking technology was considerably inferior to that of modern Japanâs, resulting in thick papers produced. The way he flipped through the pages was more rustling, rather than casual shuffling.
ãOver here.ãthe man called, and a maid appeared.
For a maid, she wore an above-the-knee skirt, and her cleavage was greatly exposed that one would assume she was a prostitute. This didnât bother the man, even ogling at the womanâs breasts like it was nothing as he handed her the documents.
ãGive this to Katina.ã
ãOkay!ãthe maid said in a sweet voice, casting a flirtatious glance as she walked away.
Men wouldnât be able to resist following those swaying buttocks with their eyes. The knights beside Conia watched her intently as she left. Only Conia had her brows raised.
ãWell, then. You will be in charge of security.ã
ãYes, Sir!ã
ãYou will split into two pairs, one for the princess and one for the prince. You may use the temple knights however you want.ã
ãUnderstood.ã
Beneath the Blue Knights were the temple knights who also wore blue here in Agiapole, but only the former was allowed to don blue cloaks. It was the easiest way to distinguish between the two groups.
Only the Gray Deacons didnât have any hierarchical relations among each other. They were allowed in the tower, but only in a section of the place of worship. They needed special permission to enter other areas.
ãYou will be informed of the conference date at a later time. You may now leave.ã
ãYes, Sir.ã
The three other knights were about to leave, when Conia spoke up.
ãMay I ask a question, Sir?ã
ãWhat is that?ã
There was a hint of displeasure on the aristocratâs face. To him, Blue Knights were nothing but his subordinates who said âyesâ to every command. Asking a question like this was unthinkable. The other knights felt nervous, wondering what Coniaâs question was.
ãItâs about the emissary. I heard the princess was asked to send one within ten days. Why is that?ã
Conia had scanned over the documents that she submitted. The prefaceâ its contents mostly just roundabout and beating around the bushâlooked like it couldâve been better if they had more time. Ten days from Ponsoniaâs royal capital to Agiapole was too tight a schedule. Even the crown prince hadnât arrived yet, and he was closer to Agiapole.
ãIt was His Holinessâs decision.ã
ãHis Holiness?!ã
ãWe cannot comprehend what he is thinking. Does that answer your question?ã
ã...Yes, Sir.ã
Now that the Pope had come up, there was nothing else she could do. Conia left with the other knights, deep in thought.
Wait a minute. The documents were received yesterday. That means the emissary arrived in just seven days.
Conia stopped walking.
ãLady Conia, let us hurry.ãone knight said.
ãWhatâs wrong?ãanother asked.
Conia shot a glance at the aristocratâs room once more, but the doorâcrude and covered with goldâwas already closed.
ãI have a question.ãConia said.ãHow long would it take for a horse to travel from here to Ponsoniaâs royal capital?ã
ãThis is about the ten-day limit, yes? You seem too hung up on it.ã
ãTen days is enough. My favorite horse can run a whole day without rest and it still wouldnât be exhausted.ã
ãWeâre not asking about your favorite horse. Letâs go, Miss Conia. Prying into His Holinessâs plans is tantamount to questioning him.ã
ãY-Youâre right. Letâs go.ã
Conia resumed walking, and so did the other knights. To them, ten days was tough, but doable. But if they realized it took the emissary only seven days, they would surely think it strange.
I donât think thereâs any point in explaining to them.
Even if they thought it was strange, they would probably only think âSo what?â It had nothing to do with the Churchâs teachings and the duties they were given.
It might be a good idea to meet with the adventurer.
It could all just be some trivial trick.
No. Wondering too much about His Holinessâs instructions is disrespectful.
Conia shoved the doubt into a corner of her mind.
The maid handed the documents to the senior secretary, Katina Macpaulia, who in turn, submitted them to the Pope.
ãDid you read the contents?ãthe Pope asked.
ãYes. Their reason for taking the throne is within the realm of expectations. But the part about the previous bloodline is quite creative.ã
ãThe problem is how fast this was delivered.ã
ãIndeed. Itâs not normal.ã
ãExactly. There is no other word for it.ã
Just like Conia, the Pope also noticed the abnormal speed of the delivery. Although, he imposed the time limit for exactly this reason.
ãSo Princess Kudyastoria sent her very own trusty elite without hesitation.ã
ãI think so. Otherwise, they wouldnât have made it past the checkpoints. If they came here through normal means, our men wouldâve stopped them. I believe this emissary is some kind of a stealth-user.ã
ãYou do have their name, yes?ã
ãI do. An adventurer named Hikaru.ã
ãI have not heard of the name before.ã
ãHeâs rank D apparently.ã
ãD? Hmm... Look him up.ã
ãUnderstood. I knew you would say that, so I already sent someone. If this Hikaru works directly for the princess, what should we do?ã
The Pope rubbed his beard as he pondered over the matter.
ãYou can never have too many skilled personnel.ã
ãUnderstood. Iâll prepare some money. If he didnât accept...ã
ãThen we will leave his fate to the heavens.ã
ãYes, Your Holiness.ã
It was code for âkill himâ.
ãAs for the arbitration, just do whatever works. Whether they clashed or divided the kingdom is none of our concern. The Church will not get involved.ã
ãI understand. Who should we choose as arbitrator?ã
ãThe Purple... No, the Reds will do. Just pick some Red who does not have anything better to do. But make sure it is not the nosy type who likes to snoop around.ã
ãI understand.ã
After Katina left the room, the Pope eyed the documents on the table.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
ãA civil war? How foolish. The kingdom is nothing but dregs, its technology long lost. A shadow of its former self. How is bringing up the previous kingâs bloodline creative? Kudyastoria is a legitimate princess.ã
Good grief, the Pope thought as he rang the bell. A maid came to take the papers away. The Pope got up his seat and moved to the window. He could see the streets of Agiapole below. Thanks to his strict leadership, no garbage littered the roads. There werenât any filthy slums, either. Although that was mostly because he got rid of them through force. The poor had turned to burglary outside town.
ãSuch a beautiful sight... I need this scenery to spread all over the continent as well.ã
No one heard the Popeâs musings.
ãFor that, I, a servant of God, need power. Power even greater than the ancient city of Poelnxinia.ã
The Pope didnât know that Katina mentioned only âthe previous bloodlineâ to cut her report short. To be more accurate, it was the âprevious dynastyâs bloodlineâ which referred to Poelnxinia.
Ponsonia never brought up Poelnxinia ever since its foundation. It made sense. After all, the kingdom was built by someone not descended from the real royal family.
Had Katina been more specific, it wouldâve drawn the Popeâs attention. If the Pope himself studied the documents carefully, he wouldâve noticed the name Poelnxinia. But in the end, he didnât. As such, he didnât care about the arbitration.
At this point, not one soul knew what kind of effect this would have, not even the Pope.