Chapter 105: 105

“……”

He stared intently at her but didn’t react. No, he couldn’t react.

Ellet put the grains directly into his hand expressing that he had no choice, and together they sprinkled it into the flames.

Rooarrr!

The largest torch in The Vatican’s history soared.

The eyes of the two intertwined in front of the huge blue flame.

Her high heels raised Ellet’s eye level a little, and she smiled at him.

“It worked out well. Right?”

“……”

A whisper that only he could hear. At that time, he felt that the warmth that was covering his hands was about to fall.

Tak.

“……”

It was an impulse.

He grabbed her hand which was about to move away and locked it in his own. He asked, looking into her peridot-colored eyes, which widened in surprise.

“Why……do you look like this……?”

He didn’t even know why his low-pitched voice trembled.

On behalf of the confused Thesilid, Ellet took the necessary action.

She naturally changed the shape of their grasped hand, making it look like he was escorting her.

And she answered the question with a question.

“Why? Isn’t it pretty?”

“……”

He felt his tongue stiff for nothing, and he came to his senses after a few seconds.

That was not the point of his question. He was going to ask her what she was thinking or whether she was going to reveal her true identity.

The denomination will surely weigh her down and bind her with obvious excuses like duties and responsibilities. Thesilid, who had experienced it himself, was convinced.

“It’s all right. Believe me.”

She gently pulled her hand and turned around.

Even in front of hundreds of churchgoers who had gathered for the Harvest ceremony, her back and shoulders showed no signs of shrinking.

“Sir Clovis.”

The opponent standing under the altar understood her request right away.

“I’d like to introduce you the protagonist of Descent of Divinity, Ellet Rodellaine.”

“……!”

Everyone’s suspicion was confirmed.

A choking sound could be heard from everywhere. Even those who had positively guessed right shuddered with emotion.

“This, this is the one……!”

“I waited 10 years!”

“Sa-Saint!”

Excitement and emotions fervently swept through the air.

Then two of the cardinals who were sitting in the chairs set up behind the altar stood up.

The gazes of the two middle-aged men looking at each other in a bad way were synchronized as if they had promised beforehand.

The first to come was a burly cardinal resembling Clovis.

Vesalius Argent. He was the representative of the pro-prosecution faction now that the Pope was ill.

The arrogant voice unique to a powerful man who had never been an underdog in his life resonated.

The subject was his son.

“Sir Clovis, I congratulate you for completing your mission. But when did you find Her Grace? The Cardinal Council has never heard of it.”

“It was five days ago when I joined a Test for verification of Sacred Power.”

“Five days? Why didn’t you report it?”

“That’s……”

“I asked him to do so.”

The eyes of the presbytery turned towards Ellet.

“The Saint?”

“Yes.”

“……There must have been a motive in delaying the meeting with the Council of Cardinals. However, it would have been better to meet the Pope in advance.”

“Sir Clovis seems to resemble the Cardinal.”

“……”

Saying that she did not hide that his son had already done such trickery.

Vesalius’s stern expression cracked.

The appearance of the Minister of Prosecution, who took a blow, became the joy of the Minister of Doctrine.

Decal Revanice, who stood at the opposite end of Vesalius Argent, did not miss this opportunity.

A middle-aged man with a scholar-like appearance smiled contentedly as he corrected his monocle.

“Let me say hello first, Your Grace. I’m Cardinal Decal Revanice. I rudely ask you a question, but was the 8th class divine power detected five days ago yours?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. I wanted to greet both sides today, so I requested Sir Clovis to stay silent.”

Unlike Vesalius, Decal approached with a gentle attitude and behavior.

Perhaps this was the correct answer, but the voice of the Saint was much more friendly.

While people from the Ministry of Doctrine were pleased with this stark result, those from the Ministry of Prosecution raised their guard.

Ellet’s subsequent words sparked a war of nerves between the two factions.

“And the honorific title of Your Grace is underserved as I’m not yet ordained.”

For a moment, Decal’s eyes flashed.

“My oh my, that’s not acceptable. Coincidentally, this is also a place for ceremonies, so I can officiate your ordination right away. Would you like to come closer, Saint?”

“Nonsense.”

Vesalius groaned in a low tone.

“How dare the Minister of Doctrine try to overstep his bounds in this place? The man who has the right to baptize and ordain the Saint is the Holy Pope.”

“Dear me, you speak harsh words. All cardinals have the right to perform sacraments and ceremonies.”

“Just because the right is the same doesn’t mean the authority will be equal.”

“It’s an old-fashioned courtesy. This is a matter that only requires the Saint’s consent.”

They were bent on taking over the glory of placing their hands on the head of the Saint. for it was a good means of elevating their dignity and authority.

“I have something to tell you.”

Everyone’s attention was focused on Ellet.

The words of one young Saint had more weight than two long-lived powerful men.

Even the content that followed was unconventional.

“I want to use my saintly authority to form an Order of Knights. As an organization that will carry out various missions as well as serve as my personal guard.”

“What?!”

Vesalius and Decal reacted in surprise at the same time as if they were salty.

Ellet’s words calmly continued.

“First of all, the number of people is two. I’ll take Sir Thesilid here with me.”

“What are you talking about!”

“It’s perfect since Sir Thesilid needs a new affiliation. It’s mutually beneficial to me, to Sir Thesilid, and The Vatican because it doesn’t require extra administrative processing.”

“No, Saint. Wait a minute…”

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“It is the right of a Saint to have knights under her command, so I don’t think there will be any problem. Oh, of course, I plan to do my duty. I’ll go to dungeon subjugations. Above S rank.”

“T-The two of you, S rank?”

“We can do it by ourselves. Any problems?”

“……”

Decal was the one who calmed down the fastest.

“It is within the Saint’s authority to have Knights Templar under her command. However, even if you are a Saint, you cannot arbitrarily decide the course of a knighthood, including yourself. It’s in the realm of governance and management.”

“Yes. That’s what the Cardinals do. A Saint doesn’t have a formal title and as such does not have much authority.”

A Saint has no more authority than a bishop added with especially complicated protocols and formalities. Ellet, who was well aware of that, obediently nodded her head, and Decal was delighted.

“We can understand each other. Then, as a member of the church, the Saint…”

However, he looked down on Ellet.

“That’s why I want to get a high-ranking position by receiving another ordination. Right now.”

Decal and Vesalius, as well as most of the congregation, opened their mouths.

Such a blatant desire for power, there has never been a Saint like this before.

There is usually only one title desired by those who have been ordained bishops. Vesalius looked through Ellet with cunning eyes.

“You mean you want to be a cardinal?”

“No. It’s all too common.”

Her existence was unusual, so her needs were different.

“Isn’t there a position given to Saints who can use ‘Descent of Divinity’?”

“……!”

He made a face at how she knew that. Ellet smiled broadly, saying, “That one is enough.”

But.

“Wi-With due respect, Saint that’s……!”

At the moment that dissatisfaction came out of nowhere. The expression on Ellet’s face dimmed.

“Ah, I really can’t talk with you guys.”

The smile a moment ago was the last squeeze of her patience.

“Saint, refrain from speaking informal……”

“Who will make me?”

The air around her changed completely at Ellet’s cold expressionless face and irritated voice.

“Hup.”

“Well.”

Those who were in good spirits drew in a breath. Even Vesalius, who was about to distance himself, broke into a cold sweat.

“……”

The Saint, reflected in their bewildered eyes, simply glanced at the church members with an emotionless face.

It was a silence without threat.

But at this moment, Vesalius felt tension and nervousness seep through his fingertips.

The saint was about to do something.

At that time, the Saint’s fine lips opened slowly. Like everything was seen in slow motion.

And she let out her anger.

“Descent of Divinity.”

Everything happened in an instant.

“……”

Her hair, which had been the color of cherry blossoms, turned pure silver, and her eyes, shining like peridots, were colored golden like the sun. Her legs refused to stand in line with the creatures of the ground and floated midair.

As she entered the realm of transcendence, her level of divine power rose one notch. The 9th rank of divine power that exceeded human limits pressed down on the entire Vatican.

“Kug……”

“Cough……”

It was indeed a holy disaster.

The Saint looked down at the humans from an elevated eye level. It was a heartless gaze from which no mercy could be expected from her.

“I warn you, don’t even think about using me for your factional strife.”

“……”

Only then did Vesalius and Decal realize that they had forgotten their place and made a big mistake.

The opponent was not an ordinary Saint. She was God’s representative on earth chosen by the deity itself.

What kind of madness was it to try to tame and use such a person to suit their taste!

Vesalius and Decal thought they might get divine punishment right away.

However, the Saint was more generous than they thought.

“I don’t know how long I will have to haggle with you guys. I just made the demands outlined in the rules. The rights and powers I deserve. Is it so hard to admit that?”

“……”

“Tell me, heads of the Ministry of Persecution and Doctrine.”

“……”

They couldn’t help but know that this was their last chance.

The two cardinals managed to move their stiff tongues.

“The Saint is right.”

“Do as you please, Saint.”

Only then did the Saint regain her smile a little. The corners of her mouth, which gently curved upward, were enchanting even in the midst of this dizzying moment.

Everyone knew that it was part of the power granted by God’s favor. Therefore, they were afraid of her beauty.

The Sain said in midair.

“Let’s proceed with the ordination and the oath right away. Now, who would have the honor of touching my head? We will decide on a first-come, first-serve basis.”

“……”

“No one?”

There was no way someone would dare to do so.

Who dares to reach that height and touch a divine representative?

“Shame.”

It was a soulless pity.

“Then, ordination and appointment are given by myself.”

The Saint pretended to put the right hand on her head.

It was not a pious baptism, but rather a gesture as if lifting an invisible crown and crowning herself.

Of course, no one pointed out her rites.

The Saint lowered her hand and turned her gaze to the blonde paladin beneath the altar.

“What do you call me now, Sir Clovis?”

“……”

Clovis took a deep breath.

The Saint request was an introduction. She did use him before, but the moment the Saint really wanted to use him would be now.

Clovis set a curtsy.

“Greetings to her Grace, The Messiah.”

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Note: The Tittle Messiah in the original is a made up term. So I got the next best thing we have.

Note 2: A Graph to help you guys understand the ranking of the church.

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