Chapter 104.2
“Your Highness! Please calm yourself. If you don’t, there will be unnecessary deaths!”
“Unnecessary? Why?”
Arnold retorted as he approached the door in front of him.
“It was the Order that broke the treaty and displayed unwillingness to obey. If they try to kill us, we’ll be happy to kill them.”
“You just told that they are not monolithic! Not all people who belong to one organization think alike!”
“...”
Arnold made no reply.
Instead, he swung his right leg up towards the massive door and kicked it open at once.
“!”
At that mont, arrows poured down like rain.
Before Rishe could brace herself, Arnold stepped forward. The sword, which he brandished diagonally to the right deflected all the arrows away at once.
Archers will take advantage of firing all at once...
In the hall, a dozen or so figures in monastic garb held their bows as they guarded the altar behind them.
They were in a state of unrest. But Arnold’s eyes only saw the man who was dragging the unconscious Myria towards the altar.
“――We’ve cornered him!”
His eyes glead like those of a predator.
“”You’re not going to kill the Priestess at the altar, are you?...How ridiculous.”
Arnold laughed blithely as he looked at the Archbishop.
“Do you really think that justifies your actions? That’s ludicrous.”
“Your Highness...”
“Stay here...Oliverー”
“Ha! As you wish!”
“!”
Before she knew it, his squire, Oliver, was standing behind her.
I didn’t realize that a breakdown of this magnitude could slow down so much...
Rishe clasped her hands tightly. However, Arnold rushed off to the back of the hall shortly after a pause.
She wanted to go after him, but Oliver grabbed her shoulder. Without enough strength to shake his hand off, Rishe looked back at him.
“Oliver-sama! At this rate, Your Highness will kill the Archbishop...”
“He’ll definitely kill him, but no worries...”
Oliver smiled and remarked like an excellent squire.
“Even if that happens, the Order’s senate will end up cutting off the archbishop.”
“That’s...”
“The existence of the Maiden Priestess, their concealnt of it, and the assassination racket. I think he will offer the dead Archbishop to His Majesty as an apology to the Order’s cri. ――After that, he should present Miss Myria to Garkhain and dismiss it as it’s late, but it’s as per the treaty.”
She was having a throbbing headache. A sensation similar to nausea rose from the pit of her chest.
“I’m sure this will happen sooner or later. I think His Majesty was also interested when the Order announced that they were going to reopen the festival. Isn’t this a much more amicable outco than the Emperor waging war against the Order by taking advantage of Myria’s existence?”
“There’s no way it’s going to be amicable...”
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