164 088. Church of Caiolium -1 Part Two
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Pleasant notes belonging to a musical score gently drifted within the imperial palace.
Kelt Olfolse had his eyes quietly closed while listening to the music.
A band continued to play a gentle, soothing melody, and a singer sang a sacred hymn that matched the music.
“Pant… pant… Keok… cough, cough!”
However, noises disharmonious to the gentle music suddenly entered the Holy Emperor’s ears.
He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the imperial audience chamber he was currently in.
This sacred area was supposed to be pristine and pure at all times, yet a bloodied and battered old man was kneeling on the floor while breathlessly panting away.
Kelt carried on, “Is Cardinal Mikael behind the ones conspiring against the throne?”
Archbishop Gale firmly shut his mouth. His body shuddered as his head faltered lower.
Kelt accepted this bout of silence as a tacit acknowledgement and nodded his head in understanding. “I see what emboldened the traitors Rose Darina and Ruppel into collaborating with Aslan. Vampires, Aslan, and now even the traitorous bastards hiding within the empire, too… Truly now, this is not much different from a bloody sewer, isn’t it?”
Holy Emperor Kelt stood up from the throne.
He lightly waved his hand, prompting the Paladins and the musicians to bow deeply before leaving the imperial audience chamber.
After they had all left, the grand door firmly closed shut. The only remaining people were Kelt, Raphael, and Archbishop Gale.
Once Gale saw how no one was around to listen to the proceedings anymore, he hurriedly planted his head on the floor before crying out urgently, “Your majesty! I… I merely did as his eminence Cardinal Mikael ordered me. It, it never was my intention to…!”
“What’s the matter? Could it be that he promised to aid you in the next cardinal election if you did as he said?”
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Kelt leisurely walked forward. He then reached down and grabbed the kneeling Archbishop Gale’s head.
Kelt grinned at that.
He glanced at the dead archbishop and then shifted his attention back to Raphael. “Alright. So which ship are you riding on now? Is it mine, or Mikael’s?”
“What ship are you even talking about, your majesty? Even the position of cardinal is meant to serve the Imperial Family. Besides all that, I’m scheduled to become the next cardinal without lifting a finger anyways, your majesty. Is there a need for me to get on anyone’s ship?”
After listening to Raphael’s grumbles, Kelt cocked his head to the side and asked, “Hmm. Raphael?”
“Yes, your majesty?”
“How old are you this year?”
“I’m one hundred years old.”
“And what’s Cardinal Mikael’s age?”
Pleasant notes belonging to a musical score gently drifted within the imperial palace.
Kelt Olfolse had his eyes quietly closed while listening to the music.
A band continued to play a gentle, soothing melody, and a singer sang a sacred hymn that matched the music.
“Pant… pant… Keok… cough, cough!”
However, noises disharmonious to the gentle music suddenly entered the Holy Emperor’s ears.
He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the imperial audience chamber he was currently in.
This sacred area was supposed to be pristine and pure at all times, yet a bloodied and battered old man was kneeling on the floor while breathlessly panting away.
Kelt carried on, “Is Cardinal Mikael behind the ones conspiring against the throne?”
Archbishop Gale firmly shut his mouth. His body shuddered as his head faltered lower.
Kelt accepted this bout of silence as a tacit acknowledgement and nodded his head in understanding. “I see what emboldened the traitors Rose Darina and Ruppel into collaborating with Aslan. Vampires, Aslan, and now even the traitorous bastards hiding within the empire, too… Truly now, this is not much different from a bloody sewer, isn’t it?”
Holy Emperor Kelt stood up from the throne.
He lightly waved his hand, prompting the Paladins and the musicians to bow deeply before leaving the imperial audience chamber.
After they had all left, the grand door firmly closed shut. The only remaining people were Kelt, Raphael, and Archbishop Gale.
Once Gale saw how no one was around to listen to the proceedings anymore, he hurriedly planted his head on the floor before crying out urgently, “Your majesty! I… I merely did as his eminence Cardinal Mikael ordered me. It, it never was my intention to…!”
“What’s the matter? Could it be that he promised to aid you in the next cardinal election if you did as he said?”
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Kelt leisurely walked forward. He then reached down and grabbed the kneeling Archbishop Gale’s head.
Kelt grinned at that.
He glanced at the dead archbishop and then shifted his attention back to Raphael. “Alright. So which ship are you riding on now? Is it mine, or Mikael’s?”
“What ship are you even talking about, your majesty? Even the position of cardinal is meant to serve the Imperial Family. Besides all that, I’m scheduled to become the next cardinal without lifting a finger anyways, your majesty. Is there a need for me to get on anyone’s ship?”
After listening to Raphael’s grumbles, Kelt cocked his head to the side and asked, “Hmm. Raphael?”
“Yes, your majesty?”
“How old are you this year?”
“I’m one hundred years old.”
“And what’s Cardinal Mikael’s age?”
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