Chapter 206 – Wolf, Alexander, and Morbius (12)

“Ernrich Rumia must die.”

Alexander had a calm expression despite the unconventional remarks made by the priest. Not only that, but all the priests gathered in this place were like that. They seemed unconcerned with the shocking story of priests killing other priests.

Another priest even added something like this.

“That bitch’s arrogance has gone too far. I’ve heard that she has a lot of support from her Holy Knights, and many of her existing priests support her. If this continues, our position may be at risk. No matter what happens, she has to cut her throat.”

The priest with a beard nodded and said with a questioning face.

“But on what cause would you attack her? She has already admitted that she is a servant of God while killing countless demons. If we now come and declare heresy, it is like spitting in our faces, and we cannot create and bind sins that do not exist.”

But his doubts returned to questions.

“You can’t make a crime that doesn’t exist and bind it? Who is it? Sin can make. It is a matter of what crime you commit.”

“It cannot be woven with half-hearted crimes. The only way to prevent aggravation of public opinion is to put a very serious charge on it.”

Alexander said with a frown on his face.

“Then let’s comment. What are you going to charge me with?”

“I understand that Saint Alexander was invited to this Ithaca festival.”

Alexander nodded his head at that. At the harvest festival in the eastern city of Ithaca, Alexander, as a church saint, was to bless the crops and the future of the trading city. The first festival to take place after the execution of the Hero family was to be held on a grander and grander scale than the previous festivals.

Alexander nodded and said.

“You’re right. I was given the role of blessing at the harvest festival.”

The priest’s eyes lit up.

“How about having an accident at the festival? They deliberately ruined the festival, and called Ernrich Rumia, who was in charge of the harvest festival, to the capital for the crime.”

The priest with his head shaved nodded and agreed.

“If you call me to the capital once, I’ll be able to cover up any crimes from then on, so that’s a good method. Local festivals are bound to be littered with corruption. Once Lumia is detained in the capital, we have to take her into account one by one about the problems that happened at the festival and dismiss her as a human being no different from us.”

Another priest stroked his beard and shouted.

“Release her people on Ithaca, further exacerbating her rumors about her. Her people who supported her also made her think that in the end she wanted to be a second or third saint.”

Alexander chuckled.

“Then it will be easier to cook in any way. You might make a ridiculous mistake, or you might get caught for a reckless attempt.”

The priests were in a good mood and smiled broadly. They were already full of dreams of Ernrich Lumia being executed. It was as if they were to see the nuisance of those who disobeyed them quietly slip into the rathole again, and eternal glory shone in the name of Saint Alexander.

Haha! You’re right.”

“I don’t know if they’re going to get a knife because my foot is numb! Haha!”

Alexander laughed even louder at the priest’s cry for an assassination attempt.

“Heh heh heh heh! That’s good! Please tell me to come sometime!”

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“We must kill Alexander on Harvest Day. There is no chance other than this.”

People in various outfits gathered in front of a square table. The dimly flickering lights and tightly closed windows were telling us the importance of this gathering. Ernrich Rumia, now a high-ranking priest and wearing a splendid priestly robe, was pointing at the portrait of Saint Alexander with an expressionless face.

Alice and Lorena sat with tense expressions on their faces. Lorena felt her own hand on the hilt of her sword tremble. A fat man in a suit tilted his head and said.

“Isn’t that too radical a solution? How about finding a better way?”

“Otherwise, there is no chance. As you know, it is impossible for us to bring down Saint Alexander. Because he’s not going to come down voluntarily just because he hears our protests. Rather, if we show such a movement, we will use unimaginable, nonsensical means to step on us and try to kill us.”

Another man asked.

“But to dye the Harvest Festival with blood, I feel repulsed. Can’t we pick a better day?”

Ernrich Rumia shook his head. She explained with her confident face.

“We are already a very threatening force to the capital church. Perhaps around the Harvest Festival, Alexander will come up with some means to attack us, if not radically. They are powerful, and our forces are weak. If we don’t quickly destroy the center point of Saint Alexander, we will be cut down by the storm.”

There were still people who looked uneasy, but the atmosphere was generally agreed. As Ernrich Rumia said,

“I agree with you. But an assassination operation, how are you going to carry out the assassination? The opponent is that Saint Alexander. Do you know how many demons his mace has stained with blood?”

The man said with a look full of fear. No matter how corrupt Alexander was, he was a man with immense divine power and physical strength bestowed by heaven. He could blow away the knights with a blow of his fist, and when the horses in the wagon he was riding did not listen, the anecdote that he took the reins and dragged them was very famous.

Rumia said.

“Alexander is a person who has strong resistance to poison and can protect his body by using self-healing magic. Also, he has strong physical strength, so if we don’t get a decent critical hit, he’ll quickly recover and counterattack us. However, he is clumsy in moving his body due to his bulky body and is very arrogant. You would never have thought we would attempt an assassination attempt.”

Rumia opened the map and held it up. It was the path where Saint Alexander himself marched in this harvest festival. He was to make a great circuit around the whole of Ithaca and return to Ithaca’s plaza to sprinkle holy water on the crops and bless them.

Rumia said, designating one of the parade routes.

“The Academy has received several teachers from the Faculty of Magic to help with this task. After setting up a huge magic circle on the route of this parade, when Alexander arrives, he will stop the wagon and activate the magic immediately. It’s a fairly strong magic circle that will take about a week to prepare, so no matter how strong Alexander is, he won’t be able to use divine spells for a while.”

Alice and Lorena nodded and watched. The plan Rumia had made was a gigantic plan put together by the three of them with the support of Isabel’s home and Milia’s academy.

“Alexander’s chariot is going to have our paladins boarded for escort purposes. They will draw their swords and stab Alexander, as we instructed. And while Alexander panics, the plan is to launch an all-out offensive and eliminate Alexander as quickly as possible.”

“Hmm…”

The man made a strange expression. Everyone in this room had the same expression. Alice and Lorena were keeping an eye on their surroundings, while the lady sitting in the corner was lost in her thoughts.

Rumia looked back at them and said.

“Everyone, we don’t have a chance if it’s not now. If you let Alexander live this time, you won’t have another chance. Alexander is always surrounded by guards and priests, but only on the day of the Harvest Festival, he is escorted by priests and holy knights from Ithaca.

We are the strongest now. Our forces will be cut down little by little by Alexander after the Harvest Day. No one knows how it will be cut. Can we handle the filth of those who have committed countless injustices and corruptions so far? It hasn’t been that long since we’ve purged the people of House Hero. The liberty of the city, which has been regained, is being eaten by the evil cleric.

Everyone. We must take up the sword.”

Her words are over. Only the flickering lights cast shadows on people’s faces. The man who had been looking down at the floor with a pensive expression nodded and stood up.

“You are right. I will.”

And the lady folded her fan and said.

“I will follow. However, there are parts of the plan that need to be strengthened a little more.”

One more one

“I will do it too.”

“Me too, I will.”

People rose up like waves rolling in.

Rumia sighed quietly as she met her Alice’s eyes.

Alice suddenly wanted to see her dad.