Chapter 133

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Chapter 133

...What the. What is this? Why is this happening? What is this, seriously? Go away?!

The light is following me. Am I drunk and spouting nonsense? I wish I were, but unfortunately, I’m completely sober. I haven’t even smelled alcohol, let alone drank any.

“Karl. You look like you’re in a light.”

What are you talking about, Selena? Please don’t say things like that. It makes me sound incredibly amazing.

Being in the light? What kind of nonsense is that? But if it’s actually true, it’s the kind of thing that would earn me an absurd amount of medals!

“Hmmm.”

Your Holiness. Please stop saying ‘Hmmm’ like that. It’s getting more and more ominous. Please stop it!

Is this a hidden camera prank? Are the four of them somewhere, shining a spotlight at me and laughing, ‘Hehehe! The light will consume you!’? Is that it?!

“Brother Karl, your current appearance is quite... impressive.”

“Your Holiness? Wait... this is, I mean, it’s not what you think!”

“What does this old man think it is? Hahaha.”

Oh, come on! Please! Stop it! I just want to quietly leave. I don’t want any more attention!

Oh Goddess, please. I know you favor me, but this is too much! So—

“Oh, Karl. It disappeared.”

“Ah.”

As Selena said, the light that had been lingering around me changed direction. Then, it returned to where it should be.

“Ahem. Ahem. Well then, Your Holiness, shall we continue our walk?”

Let’s just move on. Yes? Let’s pretend this was just a coincidence and move on! Please!

If the next thing I hear when I return home is, ‘We must create the Karl Adelheit Medal after all!’, I might die of embarrassment. I’ll donate a lot of money, so please!

“Very well.”

Thankfully, the Pope readily agreed to my suggestion.

As expected of His Holiness! He’s as benevolent as the head of the Church should be! I won’t forget this kindness!

“Brother Karl.”

As we were walking around the garden, chatting about various things, the Pope subtly brought up a topic.

“The Goddess loves all humans.”

“Ah, yes. I know. According to the teachings—”

“But there are some She loves a little more. It can’t be helped. It’s like how there are beautiful flowers and even more beautiful flowers.”

“...”

Oh, um. I think I know what you’re getting at, Your Holiness. So, right now...

“During the Feast of All Saints, when everyone gathers to pray to the Goddess, would you like to step forward as a representative and ask Her for what you dare to wish for?”

“Your Holiness? How could I... As far as I know, you are in charge of everything.”

“That’s right. I am in charge. So, it’s at my discretion to decide who to entrust it to.”

The Feast of All Saints.

The feast day honoring all the saints who have lived on this earth. The prayer on that day is undoubtedly an important event. The fact that the Pope himself officiates it makes that immediately clear.

But to entrust it to me? Not a member of the Church, not even particularly devout. To give an ordinary believer the Pope’s prayer meeting?

This is a bit too much. I must decline. Even if it’s the Pope’s request, this is—

“Just offer a prayer to the Goddess. That the Crown Princess’s child, the heir to the Empire, may be born healthy.”

All four of them came from prominent noble families in the Empire. They were the heirs.

Therefore, they had a close relationship with the Church and had attended large prayer meetings several times.

But this prayer meeting was different. The Feast of All Saints, held in the heart of the Church, the Holy See.

The scene of the Pope himself offering prayers and numerous cardinals making the sign of the cross was overwhelming even for the four of them.

“Give us the courage and wisdom to lead even one lost soul to the bright path—”

“Grant us the compassion and understanding to have mercy on them, even in the midst of any hardship—”

Suddenly, Alexander let out a gasp, ‘Huh?’

Joachim, wondering why he was acting like this in the middle of the prayer meeting, looked up.

“...Karl?”

He murmured someone’s name in a barely audible voice. Schlieffen and Wilhelm also raised their heads, wondering what was going on.

Karl was indeed carefully making his way through the Church officials.

I wondered why he was doing this during such a solemn ceremony, but it seemed he wasn’t moving for personal reasons.

If that were the case, he wouldn’t be escorted by high-ranking priests and even Cardinal Ignacio, the Grand Inquisitor.

What could it be? Why is Karl moving during a prayer meeting led by the Pope himself?

As the four of them racked their brains, Karl reached the Pope’s side. The Pope smiled slightly and led him to the grand altar, where the statue of the Goddess stood.

“....”

“....”

Karl, after conversing with the Pope, made the sign of the cross and knelt.

Only then did the four of them understand what was happening.

The Pope stepped back, and Karl took his place.

In the Holy See, on the Feast of All Saints, a completely different person was leading the prayer!

‘What the hell is this?’

‘Karl, you crazy bastard! You said you didn’t want this!’

‘That lunatic! If the Empire finds out about this...’

‘This is bad. He’s going to be showered with medals.’

As the four of them screamed inwardly, they tried to focus on the prayer again.

“Ahh...!”

“Ah!”

Gasps erupted from all around.

People expressed their admiration as if they had seen something they shouldn’t have.

And soon, the four of them, who had witnessed the same scene, did the same.

“...Wow.”

“Whoa.”

“Crazy bastard.”

“He’s insane.”

The moment Karl knelt to pray, a pure white light suddenly shone directly towards him.

Even though the light should have been shining in a different direction, that radiant light remained fixed on Karl, only growing brighter.

If the four of them remembered their past lives like someone else did, they might have shouted—

The Second Coming of Karl! All Hail Karl Adelheit!

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