Chapter 385

Chapter 385

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Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Galahad proceeded down the corridor in silence, his gaze fixed on the floor beneath him.

The flawless white marble flooring, seemingly symbolizing unwavering faith, held aesthetic appeal. Regrettably, a faint crease formed on his forehead as he redirected his attention.

The colossal statues that adorned the corridor possessed beauty and grandeur, but they exuded excessive opulence.

The frescoes adorning the ceiling celebrated the splendor of Parterism, yet they bordered on extravagance.

It was undeniably excessive.

This contradicted the core tenets of Parterism, which advocated simplicity and frugality.

But it cant be helped. Authority and majesty stem from grandiosity, Galahad mused, acknowledging with a touch of bitterness the disparity between the teachings of the sacred texts and the reality before him.

The allure of visible opulence tends to sway most people more than genuine teachings, as is often the case.

This reality was inescapable, and Galahad was well aware of it.

Sir Paladin.

As Galahad made his way down the corridor, he encountered two priests from the Holy Imperial Court, offering them a nod of acknowledgment.

Their paths briefly crossed, and they continued on their separate journeys.

So the rumor must be true. That he failed.

Seems so.

Galahad halted briefly upon hearing the discreet yet discernible murmurs that discussed his recent failure. Though annoyed and irritated by these voices, he couldnt fault them. His acute hearing was the culprit, amplifying his discomfort, especially since he was en route to meet the Grand Priest.

A resigned sigh escaped his lips.

Galahad progressed past the imposing statues and ostentatious frescoes until he reached a door adorned with elaborate gold ornamentation. Just as he was about to knock, a commanding voice resonated from within.

Come in.

Galahad briefly flinched at the voice that indicated his arrival had been noted but then accepted it and stepped inside.

Within, he beheld a grand mural portraying angels banishing demons and pagan gods. Seated against this backdrop was a stout, bald man.

This man was Roderick Bor, the current Grand Priest of Parter Church, the financial overseer of the Holy Imperial Court, and a former Paladin. Despite his age, his formidable physique bore witness to his history as a Paladin. It harmonized with the majestic mural behind him, exuding an imposing presence even as he attended to his paperwork.

Just a moment.

Roderick muttered as he continued sorting through documents, one side of his desk already piled high with paperwork, reaching a height equivalent to a person.

As the rumors suggested, his workload was staggering.

Hmm Thank you for waiting, Paladin Galahad.

After a substantial duration spent on paperwork, Roderick finally spoke. He set the completed documents aside in a separate pile and rose from his desk.

Years of administrative duties had contributed to a protruding belly and a broadened jawline, yet he retained the same dignity that had characterized his days as a Paladin.

Thank you for coming.

Approaching Galahad, he continued.

No, Your Excellency May I ask why Ive been summoned?

Youre really a stiff and conscientious man, arent you? Thats part of why I like you, actually.

Roderick displayed a sly fondness for Galahad.

Indeed, Roderick held a special regard for Galahad, having been the one to recruit him into the hardline faction.

Such kindness is too much for someone who has failed his mission.

No matter how blessed by God a paladin you are, how could you only succeed? Thats something ignorant commoners with no knowledge of our affairs would spout! Just shut up.

Your Highness!

Galahad exclaimed, genuinely surprised. It was indeed shocking that a high priest, second only to the Holy Emperor, would use such vulgar language.

However, Roderick simply chuckled with a sly smile.

Those are certainly not words to be spoken in the house of God Please forgive me.

Galahad sighed, but in a strange way, he felt somewhat relieved. Returning here had eased some of the pressure that had weighed on him.

Roderick was undeniably a corrupt priest, yet there was an undeniable charm about him. It was likely why he had risen to the position of high priest.

Anyway, the point of my words is, dont be too disheartened. Success is not always guaranteed in this line of work. You are still one of the best paladins.

I have no words to express my gratitude for your excessive praise.

Im sincere Anyway, the reason I called you is that I have something to ask. I visited Bonifa yesterday.

The atmosphere grew somber at the mention of Bonifa.

How is his condition?

Hmm To be honest, it doesnt look very good. Roderick replied, stroking his double chin. His demeanor conveyed more regret than sorrow. His wounds are severe and, as per your report, even proper treatment is difficult. Even using holy water. It feels like something is interfering. Just like him.

Most were trivial tales, but occasionally, there were articles that couldnt be ignored, especially when they came from foreign sources.

[Galos Royal Magic University Rokuri! Allowed infiltration by a warlock!]

Paul Carver, the Minister of the Internal Affairs of Landa City, read the newspaper once more.

Astoundingly, the article reported a warlock infiltrating Rokuri University, considered the pinnacle of magical education in Galos. What was even more shocking was that instead of merely stealing research data or information, the major departments had been completely subsumed, effectively betraying the university.

This had led to an atmosphere of mistrust and suspicion among the universitys members, pushing them to the brink of a civil war.

The events were truly horrifying, even more so when considering that they had occurred in a foreign land.

A warlock infiltrating Rokuri University, the zenith of the magical society, and taking control of major departments was almost unbelievable.

Carver had even received prior information about the Lake Village incident through the magical network.

Maybe Im subconsciously denying it. Carver thought to himself.

Recent research had suggested that the human brain might not fully process facts when exposed to an overwhelming shock, as a way to cope with excessive stress.

And this must be along the same lines.

Carver checked the time for his upcoming appointment once again. It was about time for

-Chick! Chick!

[Minister, your scheduled guest has arrived.]

The secretarys voice emanated from the audio device linked to the desk.

Carver released a deep sigh, adjusted his clothing, and rose from his chair. As much as it was a hassle, it was only proper to extend a courteous welcome to such an esteemed guest.

Let them in, he responded through the audio device. A moment later, the door swung open, and the guest entered.

It was none other than Dave, one of Landas top solvers.

Or perhaps a Pseudo-god

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Dave, or rather, Oliver, entered the ministers office, tapping the floor lightly with his quarterstaff, and greeted Carver with respect.

Hello, Minister.

Hello, Dave. May I call you Dave?

Please call me Dave, as I am using that name currently.

While his words may have seemed audacious, Carver remained unfazed and comfortable. It underscored the importance of a persons usual demeanor.

And the same goes for cities.

As Carver contemplated this, Oliver initiated the conversation.

Did I happen to interrupt you at a busy time?

Carver followed Olivers gaze to the items on his desk.

Dont worry about it. I was just reading the newspaper. The busy ones are my subordinates downstairs.

I see. May I ask what these are?

Oliver pointed to several cans of preserved food, tube-like containers resembling toothpaste, biscuits, chocolate, instant coffee, and small packets of margarine scattered on one side of the desk.

Ah, those are samples of combat rations to be supplied to the citys defense forces. I was having them for lunch.

Do you enjoy combat rations?

No, I dont. Ive disliked them even more since joining the military.

Ah, then why eat them?

To find out which is less unpalatable. After all, the only pleasure for a soldier is in eating. I dont have the authority to decide, but Id like to know.

I see. Is it to your taste?

Not really. Would you like to try some, Mr. Dave?

For more chapters and regular updates /kulase

Carver gestured toward an unopened packet of extra combat rations.

May I?

Why not? You may never get a chance to try them again.

(To be Continued)

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