Sound.
Am I deaf now?
I think I've just been told to be adopted by the Pope.
Isaac laughed, wondering if there could be anything more terrible.
"I send it back.... I think you've been hearing about my bad ears since I've grown up . . ."
"Be the adopted son of the Berit family."
"... Right? I think I was told to be adopted by a papal family like Burrage..."
"I heard you right."
Sibal. Was it real...?
Isaac's pupils trembled.
Confusion... It's tighter than that.
So that's what it feels like.
Until now, my salary has been pushed back, and after I left the company, a vicious company that made me work 24 hours a day has offered me a salary, saying, "I don't think I can do it because I don't have you," but I feel like I'm going to put ten thousand dollars on top of that salary.
So, in a nutshell, it means that you feel dirty.
'What is it? Is it humiliation?'
What kind of epilepsy is this newly developed method to keep the Qing in check?
But Cardinal Berit seemed to be sincere.
"It's not a trick. I'm asking you to leave Eshua and come in as the adopted son of our Berit family."
Isaac's expression became even more strange.
'Why you?'
Fruits and vegetables and gold.
Didn't Eshua and Berit even spit at each other, saying it was a waste of water?
Wasn't it the enemy?
Maybe the intention is to take them away and take them hostage, but if that's the case, studying abroad is enough.
'How dare you put a fight on Eshua and do something that doesn't even bother the eyes of those around you?'
I don't mean to say this lightly.
But isn't that even more strange? Why guys?
'The Jim writer is just a corner at the ordination ceremony.'
The result of the companion god draw is... He said he was a lowly god.
'Then my fakes call him a saint?'
Not. Do these iron-faced creatures who look at demons like worms care what they say?
'Or did the Pope's grandson say it? Can I use the art of the Pope?'
Several hypotheses came to mind, but Isaac closed his eyes.
No, it doesn't matter what the intention is.
"If you come in with a deal, you have to figure it out. What's the benefit of being adopted?"
It's all about the big deal.
That seemed to be a ludicrous look to Cardinal Berit.
'I've never seen a guy at that age talk about a deal, not 'yes, no, why.'
When the Pope offered to accept it, the parents came forward and tried to adopt him. I'm proud to say that I'm a top 5 co-author.
Cardinal Berit said, returning the broken door leaf to the Holy Law.
"I can do everything that the Chung can't support. The Pope is in effect dealing with everything in the Holy Empire. You'll feel a lot of things that are lacking."
A petty laugh burst from Isaac's mouth.
What the heck? Pope, is this enough?
It's crazy.
"There's no shortage of anything in Eshua."
"I heard that Eshua is trying to lock you in the house."
Sibal, a perverted bastard? Why do you steal other people's family affairs?
"Well, surely, if you're that free-spirited person, it's going to be hard for you to stay in the Qing."
Are you saying that your personality is right now?
"Qing is a faith of oppression and patience that must kill one's heart. If you're there, you're going to be constrained. Do you think it makes sense to try to keep a child who should be playing for a long time in such a rural monastery now?"
That's right.
The Eshuas were the meanest people in the world.
"On the other hand, I don't want you to interfere in anything you do. But that's not all. I'll support you in whatever you want to do."
But Isaac laughed.
It's not some kind of "I'll let you play with any toy you can have."
Soon, Isaac's eyes turned squinting.
"At the very least, I'm going to push you to Berit's house, or it's going to be a little tough."
"!"
Even the words were shortened.
Cardinal Berit's eyes widened for a moment, as if doubting his ears, but Isaac stiffened his hips.
'What's the support, the support like a dog's horn?'
If I become a housekeeper in the first place, even if I don't have that support, everything is my way.
And I'm the only one in Eshua right now who can eat a place in the house. Do you know how beautiful my grandfather is to me?
Even though he tries to lock him up in his house, he tries to drain the Skull King's magic power and make him read the Temple, and at the ordination ceremony, he tries to blow up his grandson with the Skull King. He throws a double bath in front of the Skull King, but he's pretty anyway, right?
'Maybe...?'
But at Isaac's half-talk, Cardinal Berit seemed to be displeased, and his eyes changed.
"I've heard that there is greed in the place of saints. That means the pope is greedy."
"!"
Cardinal Berit flashed his eyes, as if to ask if he thought you could be there.
"I tell you, you can't be pope unless you're gold."
"I've heard that there is a revelation from God to put a saint in the pope."
"Revelation is only revelation. It is up to the servants to interpret the revelation. Do you think priests would be willing to overturn thousands of years of custom?"
I guess it's you, not the priests, who are the ones who are smitten.
But well, I get it.
Vested interests don't like big changes in customs.
"The Pope is the head of all five faiths. But if you were to become pope, do you think any other faith would swear allegiance to you?"
This is to say that the promotion of saints is meaningless in itself.
"If you're aiming for the Pope's throne, would a move to gold help you in the future?"
Isaac grinned coldly.
This cheeky bastard looks ridiculous at people.
"Huh, I'm still a Qing person. If you think I'm going to move on to that..."
"I'll give you a contract of land in your name, a manor, a vault full of gold, a private soldier of gold in your name, a mansion for you to use for yourself in the capital and not in the countryside, villas everywhere if necessary, and other rights of lineal titles."
"... You can think about it."
bastards, are you pushing it with money and money?
Isaac, weak on money, opened his eyes. Cardinal Berit happily picked up the paper immediately.
"I'm glad we got a good deal. If so, I'll step on your belongings right here. Don't tell Eshua yet."
"Noom. I'm not going to tell you."
At Isaac's subtle laugh, Cardinal Berit flinched. At the same time, the cardinal, having realized something, approached the door and smashed it open.
Bang!
"Ugh!"
There was someone eavesdropping outside the door.
That was none other than Shuri.
"... Ahh
Shuri was stunned. When his eyes met Cardinal Berit's, he was as white as if he had seen a ghost.
'Fish oil. I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it.'
But well, I understand.
Cardinal Berit looks a bit like a blood-sucking vampire. He looks like Count Dracula, and the students start a game just by looking at him.
"Shuri."
"Ahh I didn't hear anything!"
Shuri stood up and hurried away.
Okay okay. It's worth running away so well that you can get so strong of energy that you can get the cardinal's attention. I had a lot of trouble getting involved in the plan to raise my ransom.
When Shuri finally disappeared, the cardinal let out a deep sigh.
"Well, it doesn't matter. It's your doctor who matters, so let's get to know Eshua..."
"Hey. I've thought about it, but I've never said I'm going."
"... What?"
Cardinal Berit opened his eyes, but Isaac was smiling coldly.
In fact, it had to be.
'Would you want to take me away because the Pope is crazy?'
I guess so, Isaac knew better than anyone. How the Pope abhors dryness and relentlessly rejects what is not pure.
With that obsession and arrogance, the Pope killed what Isaac held dear in the past like a worm.
I would lay down my life for you.
-Isaac, you and I would be able to break this bondage.
One killed them because they were demons, and the other killed them simply because they interacted with them.
But why not adopt himself with the magic power of the Demon King?
A dog passing by would laugh!
'Either you take advantage of me and throw it away, or the horse will lock it up somewhere in the papal branch and leave it alone.'
Then, in the end, they will be put to death for sins that do not exist.
They've been like that for a long time. Well, I don't intend to apply the sit-in system to my descendants because it was done by my ancestors in the past, but does the Pope look pretty?
The sexual law of gold is a sexual law that rejects magical power, so I don't know what kind of harm it will cause to the body with magic nuclei?
'If you want to come, you have to come back. Where's that?'
That's why Isaac's eyes curved.
"Even if I die, I don't go to the papal house."
At that, Cardinal Berit flinched for some reason.
"Even if I die?"
"Yes, even in death."
The cardinal finally burst into laughter.
After his laughter, Isaac was stunned. This is because Cardinal Berit's mood has completely changed.
Instead of his usual cold eyes, he exuded a murderous sexual power that seemed to tear Isaac to death.
"How can you say the same thing with a face that looks exactly like your mother?"
"...!"
Isaac flinched.
Oh, did you step on a landmine?
No, that's why I've never seen a father. Why take away someone else's fiancée, take it away.
You're getting in trouble! !
"It's unexpected. From what you were doing, I thought Eshua didn't have enough affection."
I'm more affectionate than your. exclusivists.
"I'm sorry, but blue is cleaner than gold."
It's good because it's hukou.
But Cardinal Berit laughed. There wasn't even the slightest hint of compassion left in the laughter.
"Don't be cheeky. If you say a word from me right now, you will be disfellowshipped immediately and will not be able to become a priest for the rest of your life. Then you can't even be a saint, let alone a pope. No, the papal authority may prevent them from stepping on the Holy Empire forever. Do you know that and now you're talking about it?"
This was blackmail. It meant that if they didn't obey them, they would get rid of the means to go up altogether.
And there was no one in this Holy Empire who did not fear permanent disfellowship. Their property is confiscated, they are denied access to any facilities, and they are eventually banished from the Holy Empire.
Even the most smug aristocrat could not escape it. Even the older bishops cried out for help. How scary it would be to be a child.
But laughter burst out of the child's mouth.
"Then we can create a country that doesn't need priests or popes."
"...!"
Cardinal Berit looked at Isaac as if he had heard what he had heard.
But instead of trembling with intimidation, Isaac pressed the cardinal with his eyes.
"It was weird to have two heads in one country in the first place. It's going to be my country anyway, and that's a dirty feeling, isn't it?"
"...!"
Cardinal Berit immediately understood what Isaac meant. I'm not saying I'm going to push the imperial family away, I'm going to blow up the Vatican.
So, the moment the cardinal, sensing the danger, was about to open his mouth,
"You have to have this much courage to catch the Skull King, right?"
"!"
Isaac laughed like a child, as if to ask when he had provoked him.
"I haven't heard of this suggestion. Wouldn't that be good for your Excellency?"
Is this bastard?
"At first, I wasn't interested. But thanks to that, I'm starting to get a little bit interested."
I didn't even have to ask him what he was interested in.
"It's an ordination ceremony, isn't it?"
"!"
"Why on earth would the Pope want to adopt a direct descendant of a family that is even an enemy, away from the public eye? At this point, I'm going to have to figure out what I have."
"...!"
Isaac had figured out exactly that he had something in his favor that even the Pope would run into.
And the fact that the handle of the sword is not directed at the Pope, but at himself.
"The people of the Empire will be very curious. And if I know that, I can do 'something' for the Pope."
Can you do something? This bastard... Are you threatening the Pope now?
"Your Excellency must have made the threat first."
I wonder if this guy has mastered the art of mind-reading.
The cardinal was overwhelmed.
I thought it would be a little tiger cub because it was a child of a saint's family, but what a tiger. This is almost a devil.
But Isaac stopped as he opened the door.
"Oh, and I forgot."
"?"
"I'll give you the cost of silence, the mental reward of blackmail, and ten chests of gold."
"Huh."
You crazy bastard.
It's not enough to insult the Pope, so what? Gold Chest?
"Isn't that what you should be saying now?"
"Oh . . ."
Isaac noticed something and bowed his head as if he was very sorry.
"I'd appreciate it if you could give me three days."