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Chapter 6: At the Church of Hearing

"ZorLak-kun. Do you understand what you're saying? I thought you were a bit smarter."

The church sanctuary.

Archbishop Miopete, sitting in a chair, glared at us in the chilly place.

At his feet, the heating magic artifact I had passed onto Fimia emitted a radiant orange light.

I didn't give it to her for your sake.

"Unfortunately, I've also lived the life of an adventurer for quite some time."

"If you won't allow Fimia-chan to leave or the dispatch of a Holy Knight, then there's no point in the fool coming here, is there?"

"Yes, that's what I'm saying."

In response to Saran's words, Archbishop Miopete's round face turned red.

His yelling made him seem nothing more than a petty person.

Why is someone like him occupying a high position in the church?

"First of all, it's wrong for you to make such a request."

"...What do you mean!?"

"Although I was greeted as someone with a noble name, the leader of 'Mercia' here is Jurg Dreadnought. I am merely an advisor to the urban development department."

Archbishop Miopete's gaze shifted back and forth between me and Saran.

Apparently, this man is not very competent.

No, he probably holds power.

He has likely lived a life where someone would fulfill his wishes if he commanded them to.

"Then, let's ask Jurg-kun."

"No, I'm not well-bred. I don't understand complicated things."

My words made the surrounding Holy Knights restless.

They were probably disturbed by my very disrespectful attitude towards the Archbishop.

But I have no intention of being polite, especially not to them.

"Be careful how you speak. Each of the Holy Knights here is a force to be reckoned with... You would be quickly beheaded!"

"Oh my, Archbishop Miopete. That's not very nice... Threatening to decapitate the head of the Adventurers Guild, isn't that an act of intimidation against the Adventurers Guild?"

Saran narrowed his eyes and looked at Archbishop Miopete.

At the sneaky staff's suggestion, the Archbishop's face twitched slightly, and the Holy Knights seemed a little restless.

The Adventurers Guild is a massive organization that manages adventurers across the continent through a network.

Although much of its operation is delegated to each country, it is an independent organization.

Just now, the Archbishop said he would decapitate the local director of the Adventurers Guild—.

"Sardine Orthodox Archbishop, who proclaims 'integrity' and 'honesty,' is saying such things... My, I couldn't have expected that. To have such thoughts."

"Well, this is just a matter of words..."

"Excuse me for being rude. I must report this to the Guild headquarters."

With that, I turned on my heel.

This lets everyone know that there's no longer room for negotiation.

After all, this man played the "threat" card right off the bat.

I'll follow Saran's lead.

"That person is from a high-ranking noble family. He's probably not accustomed to vulgar language."

"It's fine to act as usual. Rough and careless."

"Once you get him to commit, you're free to do as you please. Just go with the flow."

Saran's words from earlier in the morning echoed in my mind.

It seems he's still got some other plans, but he decided it's better not to give me unnecessary information.

From here on out, it's also my improvisation.

"Wait, Jurg Dreadnought!"

"Hmm?"

Turning around while openly showing my displeasure, I looked back.

I really want to leave here as soon as possible.

I feel like I might end up smashing the Archbishop Pig's head if I stay too long.

"If you won't listen, I'll have Fimia-chan returned to me. Can such a barbaric man be allowed by her side?"

"Did you confirm your intentions with her?"

Regardless of my own situation, I can't separate her from Rolo's side.

Those two are really close.

For Rolo's sake, I won't allow such selfishness.

"What are you saying? The saint is a position appointed by our Sardinian Orthodox Church! There's no right of refusal."

"Hmm, wasn't it 'integrity' and 'honesty'? For someone with such grandiose banners, are you really going to take away even a young girl's freedom?"

The Archbishop trembled visibly at my answer.

He looked like a boiled octopus I once ate in the south.

"You barbarian...! You're absolutely insufferable! Saran Zorlak, why did you bring such a man here!?"

"As I mentioned earlier, because he's the leader of 'Mercia.' If he doesn't nod his head, we can't do anything about Fimia-san leaving or the Holy Knights joining."

"What nonsense... No, then please inform that rude man! Tell him what is right!"

When Saran said that, he looked back at me and gave a small laugh, "That's right, leader.”

He told me to act dumb, but he's pretending to be even dumber.

Completely foolish guy.

But his face still looks like he's hiding a trump card.

...Well, I guess I'll stick around a bit longer.

"Hey, Archbishop, 'Mercia' is my party."

"Be careful how you speak!"

"Well, listen. I hold the lives of my party members in my hands. I can't allow someone to join the party who is not an adventurer, only carrying the title of Holy Knight or whatever."

The surrounding Holy Knights began to stir again.

Perhaps they felt they were being underestimated.

"And he leads the party? Can he do better than us, former national select party members?"

"If he tries, he can do it."

"There's no way he can do it!"

My angry shout echoed through the church.

The stained glass windows may have cracked, but it seemed to have an excellent effect.

The Archbishop looked terrified, almost slipping out of his chair, and some of the Holy Knights stumbled.

"We can't have that disrespectful attitude. Got it? We face death! We plow through uncharted territories, crushing nests of monsterous beasts, covered in mud and blood!"

I let out a small sigh and looked around.

"That's why I'm the leader. It's not a game. I carry the lives of my comrades on my shoulders."

"Yes, that's right. With that determination, 'Mercia'... No, he accomplished the 'Culling' extermination."

At Saran's words, Archbishop Miopete's expression changed.

"He accomplished the 'Culling'? How?"

With a faint smile at the surprised Archbishop Miopete, Saran gestured towards me.

"Oh, didn't you know? Jurg Dreadnought is the hero of this generation, favored by Fimia Lakers."

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