172 092. Kasim Derian -1 Part Two

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Three days later, the events of the capital city had finally reached the Church of Caiolium’s headquarters. And the ones reporting the truth happened to be none other than the Church’s own Priests.

Not just any Priests either, but the ones Cardinal Mikael had personally sent to the capital, no less.

These people, they were…

“This was our fault!”

“We must repent! We must ask for forgiveness right away!”

…All clearly deranged.

The Priests sent in as the saboteurs had this distant, longing look in their eyes while loose smiles were etched on their lips.

They glared straight at Mikael and rebuked him.

“Also, you have crossed the line.”

“Your eminence, Cardinal Mikael. It’s not too late for you. Bow your head and implore his highness.”

“If you do, you shall receive salvation and forgiveness in the form of your eternal respite!”

Those words caused the corrupt, naked Priests drowning themselves in fine liquor to freeze up on their spots.

The insanity of the returning Priests seemed to be worse than they initially thought. So much so that it was Cardinal Mikael who got flustered instead.

These returning Priests were supposed to be his loyal subordinates, while their faith in him and the Church should have been unshakeable.

Yet, they had returned after going through a ‘metamorphosis’.

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“Repent, your eminence!”

He stared at the dead Priests as cold sweat trickled down his spine.

What exactly did they witness? Just what happened to them that they ended up changing this much?

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Even before these Priests made their way back to the Church, Mikael had already heard about the general gist of the situation.

He heard that the Priests and subjects protesting on the streets of the capital had suddenly gone quiet. They instead began defending the Seventh Imperial Prince and demanded that the Church of Caiolium be punished.

This abrupt change happened literally overnight.

And now, all connections to the Priests in the capital who happened to be on friendly terms with the Church had been cut off.

Cardinal Mikael chewed on his nails.

His legs began trembling on their own from a sense of restlessness.

His face, barely visible through the sturdy steel bars, seemed to be that of a middle-aged man in his mid forties.

There were some wrinkles on his face and his unkempt beard had withered badly, but his physique was still amazingly robust.

This man used to be a member of the Order of the Golden Cross once upon a time. More than that, he was almost chosen as the inheritor of the title of the next sword king as well.

But he became a criminal after going against the Holy Emperor’s decree and slaughtered three hundred citizens suspected of being Vampires.

This man, who slaughtered over a hundred of Vampires and cut down one thousand Aslan warriors in his lifetime, was…

“Kasim Derian.”

The man raised his head when his name was called.

“I shall grant you freedom. And a chance to exact your vengeance on the Imperial Family as well.”

Mikael grinned brightly and addressed the man.

“I’ll have you go and capture the Seventh Imperial Prince for me.”

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Fin.