I Became The Pope, Now What? Chapter 84 84. Real Homies!

At that mont, Sylvester felt like gutting himself and just dying right there. 'I could have been a prince? What madness is this? Why am I slaving myself for the church?'

His hate for the church increased manifolds in an instant. He could have been a rich fat lord at this stage, but no, here he was, singing like a Disney princess but instead of birds and animals, religious fanatics get attracted.

"And what did the Holy Father say?" He inquired.

Sir Dolorem shrugged. "That, I don't know. This matter only ca once when I was in a planning eting with the Lord Inquisitor. Most likely, the king was turned down, as you are far more valuable to the faith than a minor kingdom in Sol.

Sylvester sighed tiredly. This revelation just ruined his mood for the night. Though he quickly ca to terms with his fate, it was just a lost opportunity. If he left the church now, he'd be killed because he could one day be as strong as the Pope, and all these years, Sylvester had learned that the church was ready to do anything to maintain its hegemony.

"I shall go and sleep too then. Good evening, Sir Dolorem and Gab." He picked up the sleeping Miraj from the corner of the table and left.

The tavern was also empty now, and the twin moons were shining bright.

However, that night, he wondered as he lay down on the bed. 'I hope those villagers did sothing to that baron.'

…

On the sa night, they did a lot to that Baron.

Baron Fredrick was a thin man with dark circles under his baggy eyes. He was balding even though he was rely thirty—surely his pure blood was at work. Having inherited the land and peerage from his late father, he did everything he could to ruin what all his forefathers worked hard to attain.

He squandered all his money on fine drinks, food, and won. But that didn't satisfy him as he soon realized his control over others' lives. Being a sick-minded man, he aid to cause ntal anguish to others, especially those marrying.

But every ti he did it, no one objected. That bolstered his arrogance. Finally, today was the day, the straw that broke the cal's back.

"Co out, Baron!"

"Co and die!"

"Pay for your sins!"

Bam!

When Baron was busy with one of his servants in bed, one of his victims, he jumped to his feet and ran to look outside from the window. Initially, he was angry, but soon his face paled as his noble keep seed to have been surrounded by thousands upon thousands of people, each with torches and pike in hand.

"What in the god's na is happening?" He was still enraged and wore his clothes before running off to find the guards.

However, as soon as he arrived downstairs, he noticed that the gates of the keep were open, and the moat bridge was already down—no guards were around.

"Guards!" he shouted in panic.

"Kill him! For the glory of god!"

To Baron's shock, the people had already entered the keep and were looking for him, and by shouting, he attracted them.

"Stay back! Do you have any idea what you're doing? This will get you death." Baron threatened.

But just then, a dozen more n and won entered, then a hundred. Slowly, the hall of his keep was full while he stood in the middle.

"Please let go." He cried finally, understanding the gravity of the situation.

However, the people had run out of tolerance. As Cardinal Suprima had said, sotis, to condemn, one must use his own hand.

"My daughter cried the sa way that night." One man with bloodshot eyes moved forward and thrust the pike in his hand into the Baron's belly.

"My wife still has nightmares." Finally, another man ca and stabbed a dagger into the Baron's shoulder.

Then a woman ca forward and smacked the fire torch in Baron's face. "To show you rcy is heresy!"

"Aaaa…" the Baron rolled on the floor in searing pain.

However, before he could realize it, countless stabs and kicks showered him like rain.

The night was dark, but the light of justice fell bright. The demise of the Baron was worth a thousand delights.

Justice was served, and one face shall forever be etched in the minds of all—blonde hair, golden eyes, and a voice that'd make anyone fall.

…

The group spent the next few days onboard a ship. It was uneventful and tedious. Not even pirates could attack them since they were rely traveling in a river. So Sylvester, Felix, and Gabriel just sat at the edge of the deck, talking, drinking what Sylvester had terd carbonated water, and playing a card ga called "The High Kingdom.".

"Hehe, I got you two now!" Gabriel smugly giggled and put down his next card. A card with the image of a warship with ten magic guns.

,m Sylvester scowled. "Ugh, you got . Go ahead, plunder ."

Gabriel happily took the remaining cards from Sylvester's hand while discarding the current ongoing stack on the table.

"Felix, you can surrender and keep your cards or keep fighting," Gabriel suggested.

Felix knew he was going to lose, but he didn't quit. "Go ahead, show what you got."

"Hehe, alright then… try countering this"

Bam!—Gabriel slapped one that had the image of a man.

"Fu…! You got the Pope! There is no counter." Felix sighed and gave away his cards as well. Finally, both Sylvester and Felix had to take out a Gold Grace and give it to Gabriel.

"Alright, I need to go and prepare my initial report. See you later." Sylvester got up and went to the ship's secondary captain's room, which was usually for important guests, which he was.

…

Boom!

Boom!

Sylvester was suddenly woken up from the loud bangs as if thunder was striking sowhere. He quickly donned his robes and picked up the spear.

As soon as he rushed to the ship's deck, he was greeted by a sunny sky while the sailors and the Inquisitors were huddled on one side of the ship, looking at the Holy Land's deep water port.

"What's going on?" He asked Bishop Moris.

"Ah, good afternoon, your eminence. Those are the new magic canon our C9 Workshop produced. Looks like they are testing it. Isn't it marvelous? To reach three hundred ters with such a destructive energy projectile."

Sylvester watched as the ship slowly moved to dock itself, and the thundering bangs of the canon testing continued. This was the first ti he saw the weapon scientists for the first ti.

'Probably preparing for the holy war, it seems. Well, I shall say all the best. Better weapons an I might survive longer.' he thought to himself.

Pat!

Felix appeared and slapped Sylvester's back. "Max, let's et this evening. Sir Dolorem told about a specially reserved bathhouse for Sanctum Inspectors. It's supposed to be really luxurious since all Sanctum Inspectors were supposed to be Bishops. Moreover, it's supposed to have dicinal water."

Sylvester stretched his arms and cracked his neck. "Yeah, I can use a good bath at this point. Let's et later then…I will go ahead and submit the report first."

Soon the ship laid down the stairs and started unloading. Sylvester took his horse from the lower deck and moved out first, as he had no idea about report submission.

"Max!"

However, as he stepped onto the holy land, he heard Xavia's longing call. She appeared not far away, waving at him excitedly and showing the usual cheerful smile.

'She's grown thin again. I guess she'll need another lecture later.' he sighed and walked to her.

Xavia hugged him quickly the first thing and kissed his forehead, making Miraj jealous. "I missed you, Max."

Sylvester looked left and right and noticed the smug gazes of inquisitors. "Mum, I told you not to kiss my head in public. Hugging is enough."

She didn't listen, however, as she had sothing great to share. "Max, I got promoted. I gave an interview and beca the Superintendent Healer of Guild Peninsula."

"..."

"You what? Really?" He was shocked, to say the least. In his eyes, Xavia was an unambitious woman who'd rather live in fear than do sothing to overpower it. But this went against her usual behavior.

She nodded firmly. "Yes, I even got a raise. Now I make 20 Gold Graces a month. Hehe, are you proud of your mum now?"

He truly was. Watching her progress was like seeing your student finally achieve greatness. So instinctively, his old man's heart took over, and he ended up patting her head. "Good, very good…"

Embarrassed, he stopped and started walking away. "Let's celebrate your promotion with a nice dinner then."

She walked beside him while caressing his horse, who was still naless. "I had the sa thing in mind. Invite your friends too. I will make a big al."

"It's decided then. But first, I need to submit the report to the Administration Office. I will see you in the evening then…by the way, add so honey to a few dishes."

She giggled and left to prepare dinner quickly.

Sylvester soon reached the administration office and handed over the initial one-page report and the short staff of Cardinal Suprima. 'So long, little one, you gave so much power… one day I shall have you back.'

He hated parting ways with his temporary rank. But it at least gave him a taste of what the high authority would feel like.

"Sign here, Priest." The head secretary of Saint Wazir spoke. The man was a simple high-ranking staffer. The title of secretary was just a nasake.

Sylvester quickly dealt with all the formalities and felt relieved. "I will submit the final in-depth report by tomorrow evening. By the way, when shall I get the next assignnt?"

"No need to hurry, Priest Sylvester. Usually, it can take a week to a month for reassignnt. Saint Wazir chairs a eting for it every two days, so you will have to wait."

'So long? Well, I can train in the anti.'

"Thank you." He left the administration building and headed to the nearby bathhouse. It was close to the Administration building as it was reserved for Sanctum Inspectors. It shared the sa white marble architecture but had a chimney spewing steam.

"Finally, so good rest." He stretched and entered the premises. There was room to place his clothes and weapons. He was okay with keeping clothes away but always kept the Spear of infinity in Miraj's belly.

In the end, he only had a towel covering his manhood as he proceeded towards the enclosed bathroom with a large hot water pool.

But, at the door of the bathing room, he found Sir Dolorem, equally naked, holding the door's knob but not opening.

"What happened, Sir Dolorem? Let's go I-"

Sylvester gulped his words once the old knight started back, eyes widened and furrowed brows. "Lord Bard, often, above petty thinking, brotherly bonds transcends—So we should give privacy to our friends."

"What? Let's go. I'm tired… Gab and Felix must be waiting inside." Sylvester went ahead and held the doorknob this ti. However, before he turned it, so words from inside hit his ears that made him forget all his rhys.

"Ah, Gab, don't worry, it won't bite you… just touch it."

"Felix, how does it stay this long? How does it fit in?"

"Hehe, with ti, you will learn it too, Gab. Let show you by pushing it."

"It won't fit."

"Just trust , brother, it will… I've been doing it since I was six."

"..."

Sylvester felt his face going numb, and his eyes widen in shock. He was speechless and… breathless… as if blood had left his head. For so reason, the world seed to lack all the color, but he kept his heart strong, for he was a modern man. "Haha… they must be joking, right, Sir Dolorem?"

Bam!—Suddenly, sothing hit the door.

"Fuck!" A curse left Sylvester's mouth.

"Indeed." Sir Dolorem nodded, equally shaken.

[A/N: Sylvester's face, basically.]

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