Sylvester sighed as he reached Bright Mother's residence. "I do hope we're not so grand that the masses can't even feel one with us—as that would only give more ground to Anti-Light Sect. Well, good night, Sir Dolorem."
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"The murderer and r*pist of Bright Mothers, he has claimed 24 lives and yet remains at large. Take this packet. It has all the information we have collected until now. The target is not deemed stronger than an Adept Wizard, but all previous inspectors have failed to find major clues."
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The Pope handed the parchment to the two. "At last, Priest Sylvester and Felix, you two are to work as SI, an abbreviation for Sanctum Inspectors, sometimes called Holy Inspectors. You two shall work as a team under the direct supervision of Saint Wazir's office."
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"No Pope has ever been able to do it. The legends say that the one who touches it shall receive the blessings from Solis himself and ascend to a level even higher than Supreme Wizard—demigods, I'd say."
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The temple was renowned as the holiest site for the Faith of Solis, but what made it that was unknown. There was no talk about anything being buried there. Nor was there anything supernatural. It was just a giant golden structure founded by the first Pope more than five thousand years ago.
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"So the main task of this Council today is to assign these boys to the best department where they can truly grow. Ignore what they requested, for we understand their abilities better. Saint Wazir, I believe you have a list ready?"
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'So the mystery remains.' Sylvester sighed and looked around himself.
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"Then why do I have blonde hair, golden eyes, and this talent?" he asked.
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Sylvester had an answer prepared for that as well with the best facial expressions he could summon. He didn't care as long as Gabriel didn't know about his inheritance because, as far as he remembers, Gabriel was very religious. He'd accept killing Romel in a heartbeat, but not him being a heathen.
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Xavia fought her mind, the secret she had kept with her for so long. She looked left and right in paranoia at first. "H-He's… Rathagun Xeek Eldaron."
Fantasy · MisterImmortal
The large arena where spars used to take place today seemed like a festive ground, with various small decorations of colorful ribbons and flowers. A total of 400 Deacons were going to graduate today. Among them were six God's Favored Candidates. Their number has fallen from thirty.
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The two men appeared to be tall in their robust armor. On one side was a black-haired buffed young man about six-feet-five tall with shining silver armor and a longsword in his sheath. On the other side was a six-foot graceful young man with golden-blonde hair and equally golden eyes that lured people to drown in them. He donned golden armor, although it looked dull and worn-out. However, the spear in his hand looked stunning.
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However, something in his mind was bugging him to ruin this peace. Despite all this, he couldn't help but feel slightly suspicious about the life that had suddenly gotten too warm. 'I hope this is not the calm before the great storm.'
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But what could he do now other than giving his all to grow stronger? To transform into someone who shall stay unfazed by all storms. So be it dark or light, nothing could be of harm.
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"Candy!" He greeted the old man with the usual candy. This was a tradition among them since he was small, and if it kept the Pope kind to him, he'd do it no matter how embarrassed he felt.
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However, Sylvester was cursing the man in his mind. 'To hell with this. What does he mean by 'discuss my future?' and did he just warn me not to go too easy and grow stronger by taking risks?'
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With that, he left the sizeable unusual office of the man on the verge of becoming a Grand Wizard. Sylvester couldn't help but sometimes awe at the pure destruction these old men can cause, but the only thing holding them back is that there is always someone with a bigger stick.
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"That depends on what profession you take as that will define your ability to travel. You could become an administration worker who works from the Holy Land. You can become a traveling preacher. You can become an administration worker who manages the areas outside the Holy Land. You can also become an inquisitor, Holy man of arms, or a Holy Inspector, who investigates crimes against the faith or a clergyman across the Continent."
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Xavia fought her mind, the secret she had kept with her for so long. She looked left and right in paranoia at first. "H-He's… Rathagun Xeek Eldaron."
I Became The Pope, Now What?
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