Chapter 79:

Roy was swiftly searching through the forest.

‘Not here.’

But it was in vain.

Teo Lebantan loudly declared that Juliet had disappeared, and sure enough, it was as he said.

Roy wiped the sweat dripping down his chin.

He had searched all the terrariums and forests near Lucerne, but found nothing.

‘Juliet...’

Roy began to feel a peculiar thirst.

This unique thirst could only be quenched by the scent of a blossomed companion, and the anxiety that had been suppressing him exploded.

If this continued, he would chew his own fingers in anxiety.

Just then:

“What are you doing there?”

“Juliet...?”

A woman peeked her head out from behind a tree.

“Yes, it’s me. What are you doing?”

“Juliet...”

Roy’s legs gave out from under him.

He staggered towards her and embraced her tightly.

“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you? Where have you been...?”

“Were you worried?”

“Of course! How much I...”

“I’m sorry, Romeo.”

“Romeo?”

Roy paused.

Juliet tilted her innocent face.

“Why, Romeo?”

But Roy stepped back from Juliet in his arms.

“Juliet never calls me Romeo.”

For some reason, she was insistent on that pet name.

It didn’t matter anyway.

“What are you talking about, Romeo?”

“Who are you?”

Creak, creak, creak.

With a creepy sound, Juliet, or rather that thing, twisted its neck in an eerie angle.

“Got caught?”

At the same time as its sinister smile, a blade emerged from the arm of the doll wearing Juliet’s face.

“...!”

It swung the blade threateningly. Roy dodged quickly, but the doll had two arms. So, two blades were coming at him.

‘Damn!’

Roy tried to dodge at an angle, but he sensed it was too late and braced for impact.

Then,

Clang!

Before the doll’s blade could reach Roy, a sword strike from somewhere accurately struck the doll.

“...!”

“How pathetic. Yes.”

Looking up, there was Lennox Carlyle, leisurely tilting his head in mockery.

“Can’t even recognize your own woman?”

He said as he wiped off the black and sticky fluid, not blood, from his sword. The doll may have looked like a real person, but it wasn’t.

“Why do you react like this, Archbishop Solon?

Both of us know, don’t we?”

In Eastern Canabel village, there was the statue of the Saintess that Archbishop Gilliam personally procured.

“The moment he first saw that statue, didn’t His Holiness shed tears?”

Surprisingly, not long after, a woman with a face identical to that statue appeared in the Papal Court.

It was the missing Juliet Monad.

“Don’t you think the timing is too coincidental, Archbishop Solon?”

Tap, tap, tap.

Gilliam tapped on the table.

“A few hours after that young lady disappeared, His Holiness also mysteriously vanished. You should think about what that means.”

“I understand!”

Suddenly, the previously silent Archbishop Solon jumped up from his seat.

“Oh, do you now?”

“Of course! Isn’t it obvious!”

Archbishop Solon suddenly shouted loudly.

“Listen up everyone! From now on, we’re putting a bounty on the kidnapper of His Holiness!”

“What, what?”

Before the shocked Gilliam could stop him, Archbishop Solon shouted again.

“Her name is Juliet Monad! She’s the infamous criminal Lionel Lebatan’s granddaughter! Start by looking for her! Right now!”

“What are you saying, Solon! Think logically!”

A flustered Gilliam stood up and protested.

“Isn’t it obvious that the girl who disappeared first is likely the victim?”

And there’s also the evidence of that statue!

However, Solon began to loudly protest, covering his ears.

“I don’t know, I don’t care! So, you want to falsely accuse His Holiness of kidnapping now? You must be the one who’s gone mad! This means we’ll all die!”

Solon ran out, instructing the priests.

“Why are you not looking for that girl! She has our Pope...”

“You really have gone mad! Correct yourself quickly...!”

“Hey, drop it! Start by looking for her!”

The two archbishops grabbed each other by the collar.

Thud.

“...?”

At the heavy noise, the two archbishops froze.

Thud.

“What’s that noise?”

Thud.

The repeated noise seemed to be getting closer.

“Stay still, this noise is...”

Bang!

With a final loud noise, the tightly shut temple doors were flung open.

The earlier noises were the sounds of all the doors leading to their Ninth Chamber being forcefully opened.

Of course, it was clear they were forced open.

Because...

“I heard the ones who took my granddaughter are here.”

Step, step.

A slightly limping old man, using a sword stick and dressed immaculately in a white suit, with red hair, was staring at them.

“Is it you guys?”

The Red King, Lionel Lebatan, stood there.