“That’s how she fell. She lost her will, perhaps because she was a little hasty and had side effects.”

“And?”

“It’s the end.”

Why do you edit out the last scene of a cinematic video?

“Aren’t there more?”

"well."

“There must be more. Since you came to confession, why don’t you finish it?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Think carefully. Are you planning on doing anything ungentlemanly?”

"His Holiness."

"yes."

“It seems like you are not conducting a sacrament but rather an interrogation.”

“I guess it’s my imagination.”

I quickly refuted it, but it stung. I guess I have no choice but to retreat here. I feel a bit resentful.

Then Reed repeated my words as if he was rolling candy in his mouth.

“That is ungentlemanly behavior.......”

“.......”

“If I did it, how could I say I don’t remember it? I would have said it was a precious memory.”

I guess he's saying he didn't do it.

I felt a strange sense of relief, but as I thought about what he said, I felt something was off-putting about his tone.

'What kind of precious memories are precious memories? It's not like it's the first time. You did all that with the original Saint Muriel, right?'

Why do I feel sad?

From the moment Reed's speech became rude, the blind confession ended. I also opened my mouth openly.

“Let me ask you one thing, Reid.”

“What is it?”

“Are you by any chance a saint?”

“......What does that mean?”

“No. I don’t want to listen. That’s enough.”

Something made me feel depressed.

As I left the confessional, Reed opened the door and followed me out. He watched me for a moment and then said something that seemed to be carefully chosen.

“I have not been forgiven of my sins.”

There's a bit of a slur in your speech. Are you perhaps reading my mood right now?

As I stared blankly at him, he continued to speak as if urging me on.

“You must tell me what to do as atonement, Your Majesty.”

“It wasn’t even a sincere confession. And you have no intention of becoming a member of the Unryongyo.”

“My heart of reflection and desire to be forgiven is sincere.”

This sounded pretty genuine.

However, it seemed like the person he was asking for forgiveness from was not a god up in the sky, but someone he was meeting on earth right now.

I deliberately crossed my arms and tilted my head slightly.

“God’s forgiveness is merciful, but human forgiveness can be sloppy, Brother Reed.”

“It’s what I wanted.”

“Do you know what I’m asking for in return?”

“Anything.”

Even though I scared him in some way, his eyes that met mine cleanly were truly challenging.

By doing so, he appears to be a seeker willing to accept any hardship, even if he is wearing a corrupted shell.

<You're confident? Let's do something difficult!>

After a fierce conflict between his desire to protect the good as the Pope and his desire to make things difficult for Reed, he was able to come up with a suitable solution.

“Let us sincerely pray for the other person to live happily in that timeline and pray earnestly every evening.”

“.......”

I liked the flinching reaction.

“Can’t you do it?”

“I would be foolishly happy, but why bother.”

“You can’t do it?”

“......I have to do it.”

[The 'Balance-Tuning Poisoner' tells you that you seem to have the talent of a trainer.]

Why is the critic always praising me?

After washing his face several times, Reed returned to his usual arrogant, dark side.

By that time, all my low mood had disappeared. I grabbed the hem of my ceremonial dress and went into the side room.

I came out from behind the partition, having changed my clothes in a hurry.

[The 'World-Building Words' loves your mint-colored high-waisted outing one-piece.]

[The 'Libra that judges the soul' lights up and asks if this is a date.]

I leaned my upper body out toward Reed, who was staring at me intently.

“Reed, I’m done with my schedule. Let’s go out.”

“I’m excited to be asked out on a date.”

"what."

“No. It’s disappointing.”

It was just a joke to pretend to be upset, because Reed already acted like he knew where I was going.

“Not a bad time for dinner. I think I’ll have the grilled chicken lemon, which I didn’t get to eat properly last time.”

“Wow, I agree.”

Yes, we were planning to revisit the 'Night Bird' restaurant, which was attacked by assassins last time.

Before that, there were some preparations that had to be made.

“What about the building ownership documents?”

"here."

I love the color, feel, and scent of the rolled paper. I took the lead with energy.

✠

A gloomy basement with various weapons displayed ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) on the walls. The sound of sharpening blades chilled the air.

A middle-aged man with dark brown hair was concentrating on sharpening his sword. A sharp-looking boy noticed this and asked slyly.

“Master, do you do the maintenance yourself?”

“Because it’s a love sword.”

“That’s a kitchen knife.”

“This is my main tool when I cook, so it’s a sword, Ash.”

"yes."

Ash answered politely and began to work on his weapon, a pair of daggers, next to him.

The sound of sharpening blades echoed throughout the weapons management office.

In fact, there were various facilities in this basement other than the weapons management office. Although it was impossible to hear anything because of the excellent soundproofing, the new recruits were probably undergoing mental training in the room next door, and training was taking place in the room next door, and various facilities were functioning in their own way.

In fact, this is the headquarters of the Night Eagle Guild.

No one would ever guess that an assassin's guild is hidden in a bustling commercial district.

Taking advantage of such blind spots and prejudices, the Night Eagle Assassin's Guild disguised itself as a neat restaurant above ground and built a secret facility the size of a mansion underground.

'It took five years just to build this facility, not to mention the cost.'

The secret facility will soon be completed by the takeover of a ground-floor commercial building that serves as a camouflage.

'There's not much time left.'

Guild Master Fligel's eyes widened at the fact that he only needed to earn a little more. Indeed, the glare of the Auror Master was sharper than the sharp knife he had just cut.

Fligel had a lot of knives to sharpen, and Ash was just getting started. It was a good time for a chat.

“I feel like things have changed drastically since the inauguration of the new Lord. I think he is a tyrant, just as rumored.” 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

“We have to be careful for the time being, Ash, since you tried to assassinate that tower lord.”

“I know. But the Marcellion family has been demoted to a baronial family, and Odelit Marcellion has already been punished with a demotion, but we haven’t done anything to stir things up.”

“I guess I’ll wait until you relax.”

At that moment, the door connected to the restaurant on the ground opened, and a subordinate disguised as an employee came down.

“Master, a customer has arrived at the restaurant. He has ordered the chicken lemon grilled dish, which is only available to Masters. What should we do?”

“We are closed today. Send me back.”

"yes."

Once again, a conversation between master and disciple took place amidst the sound of blades being sharpened.

“What do you think about the new tower?”

“Well. Judging from the fact that you summoned the gate of Manmajeon, it’s definitely the 9th Circle.”

At that moment, the subordinate in the employee uniform who had come earlier came down again.

“Master, the guest is making a fuss.”

“Is it hard to kick them out?”

“Yes. Should I kill you?”

“We can’t do that because we have to pretend to be a normal restaurant. If we just give them water and leave them waiting, they’ll get sick of it and go back.”

"yes."

Fligel and Ash continued their conversation while sharpening their swords again.

“I don’t know if it makes sense that someone who has reached the level of the 9th Circle would suddenly appear.”

“I guess she’s a master in the field. Sister Shin Sung-kyung also suddenly appeared.”

At that moment, the subordinate came down again. For some reason, he looked like he was sweating profusely.

“Master, the real guest claims to be the Magic Tower Lord.”

“Tell him to stop talking nonsense.”

“Yes, I said exactly that anyway.......”

“Did I tell you?”

“He summoned the gate of Manmajeon!”

"what?!"

The subordinate held out a crystal ball the size of a newborn baby's head as evidence. It was a magical tool containing far-sighted magic. The crystal ball functioned faithfully and illuminated the situation at the restaurant entrance.

A black door with magic fluttering around it stood in a majestic state, blocking the entrance to the restaurant. People around it were seen running away in panic.

Even though I was seeing it through distant magic, the ominous aura sent shivers down my spine. It was undoubtedly the 9th Circle Erebomancy magic.

A hellish gateway that appears out of nowhere in the middle of the city. When it opens, ten thousand demons will burst out and Gehenid ​​will be turned into scorched earth.

Ash's mouth opened wide.

“Isn’t this guy crazy?”

“I think so too! He’s absolutely crazy, Master!”

“Hey, first, pretend to be a powerless, ordinary small business owner. You’re just going to keep pushing him until he leaves.”

“Yes.......”

Fligel made the best decision based on the current situation of the guild and sent his subordinate up. However, before the sound of the sword being sharpened could be heard ten times, the subordinate came back down with a face that looked almost like he was about to cry.

“Oh, oh, Master. I really think you should come out and see me.”

“I ordered you to keep quiet until I got back.”

“That, that, the woman who accompanied Matapju.......”

“Why? It’s the New Testament.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“.......”

“But that’s not important right now.”

“Then what’s important?”

Suddenly, the subordinate burst into tears.

“The woman owns the building here! She is demanding the demolition of the illegal underground facility!”