The grand hall was enveloped in a cool tension.
It was a gathering attended by most of the high priests, including the five cardinals. Unlike usual, fully armed holy knights were standing guard around the conference hall, maintaining an impenetrable vigilance.
“…….”
They were waiting in silence for just one person.
The one whom everyone unconsciously guarded against in secret.
The one who made the head of the Inquisition openly make impious remarks, calling him wicked.
And recently, ironically, the one who has achieved such great feats that he is even called the reincarnation of a saint.
“…Ahem!”
Someone, unable to withstand the heavy pressure, let out a small groan.
Something big was unfolding. Though no one spoke it aloud, everyone present could faintly sense that fact.
“…I didn’t expect the prince to come forward so willingly and attend like this.”
Cardinal Cesare muttered inadvertently, and Archbishop Wesker, sitting across from him, suddenly furrowed his brow.
“Why? After setting a nasty trap that no one can escape from, are you now feeling a pang of conscience, thinking you’ve done something unnecessary?”
“What? A trap! Watch your words, Archbishop Wesker!”
“Why, did I say something wrong? You elderly gentlemen are so anxious that you can’t even check a young prince who is like a grandson to you……!”
“Shh! Be quiet.”
When Cardinal Meyer, the presiding figure, issued a warning, Archbishop Wesker glared alternately at Benitus and Cesare, issuing a stern threat.
“Everyone, remember this clearly. When His Majesty the Holy Emperor comes out of the prayer room later, he…