“That’s right,” Tsuchimikado Motoharu said, adjusting his position nimbly to stand beside Lin Wuming, then questioned the Knight Captain, “Now that Sister Orsola’s matter has been resolved successfully, and all your knights are safe and sound, there are no irreconcilable conflicts between us. Captain, you only need an order, or to send any subordinate here, so why did you personally grace us with your presence? Could it be that you wish to compete with Big Sis Kanzaki?”
Given the actual case before them, if one were to go to war with a Saint, then it truly could only be the Knight Captain himself.
“…” The Knight Captain looked at him somewhat speechlessly—as expected of a multi-faceted spy, his stance is truly flexible!
However, he also knew that this was giving him an opportunity to explain the situation; there had already been too many misunderstandings today due to poor communication, almost leading to severe consequences.
After carefully considering the current situation, the Knight Captain decided to be open and honest for once.
—After all, if the information and deductions he possessed were true, then continuing to conceal information would be more harmful than beneficial.
“First, I had not received the full outcome of the Sister Orsola incident when I departed, so I won’t deny that, in a last resort, I did have a plan to deal with Kanzaki Kaori,” the Knight Captain said. “But that was just a contingency; I believe Shinkanzaki would not betray…”
Clearing his throat, the Knight Captain continued, “Actually, I came for another Saint—compared to him, that guy is probably the true traitor!”
“Another Saint?” Tsuchimikado Motoharu’s expression became serious. “Are you referring to… the Roman Orthodox Church’s…”
“It’s just my speculation; I don’t have any concrete, reliable evidence yet,” the Knight Captain said with a stern face, but a hint of helplessness in his tone. “In a sense, this is also my private matter, so I can only act alone.”
—Shokuhou!
Lin Wuming immediately looked at Shokuhou Misaki.
—I think so too, which is why I must confirm it with him.
Shokuhou Misaki blinked her eyes, conveying a sense of helplessness.
Lin Wuming secretly clicked his tongue, then spoke, “Earlier, Tsuchimikado Motoharu mentioned that because I defeated the Agnese Forces, the Roman Orthodox Church might send a Saint-level expert to retaliate…”
The Knight Captain nodded: “I think it must be him. After all, for such a task, there’s probably no one more suitable than him, right? If he really…”
The burly man in the suit clenched his fists: “If that guy really joined the Roman Orthodox Church!”
—This… this is truly unexpected…
Lin Wuming was stunned in his heart.
Lin Wuming knew the “that guy” the Knight Captain was referring to—the magic mercenary William Orwell, who was also a Saint.
At the same time, in the original plot, he was also “Front,” the second-ranked member of the Roman Orthodox Church’s “God’s Right Seat”!
Before the appearance of super-spec beings like Demon Gods, Front was the final BOSS in the original plot, second only in strength to the super-spec Fiamma of the Right.
It could even be said that Front was the pinnacle that the concept of “humanity” could reach!
Suddenly having to face the second-to-last BOSS caught Lin Wuming off guard.
Even if they skipped a series of various magician enemies and directly brought out the “God’s Right Seat,” shouldn’t Fiamma of the Right and Left of Earth appear first?
Speaking of which, Lin Wuming had already prepared to deal with Vent Forefront.
…
In the luxurious cabin, Sister Agnese sat cross-legged on the thick carpet, lost in thought.
In Front of her lay the lotus staff, broken into two pieces, with the staff head severely deformed, twisted into an abstract, pretzel-like shape.
Around Sister Agnese, the more than two hundred members of the Agnese Forces were also silent, some sitting, some standing, all looking dejected.
Since the cruise ship set sail, these more than two hundred people had not made a single sound…
The cruise ship staff also dared not ask, only maintaining silence with them, carefully providing the most basic services to these Sister ladies.
Fortunately, this cruise ship was also property of the Roman Orthodox Church, and the staff on board were devout believers, so there was no need to worry about these disheartened and out-of-sorts Sisters encountering any danger.
Unlike their leader, Agnese, most members of the Agnese Forces, besides regret and anger, felt more fear in their hearts.
Not only did the mission fail, but they also suffered a humiliating defeat. What kind of punishment would they face upon returning… it was unimaginable!
One must know that the Agnese Forces had always been the ones to inflict violence; they were responsible for apprehending traitors and punishing the enemies of the Christian Church.
Those various cruel and bizarre “punishment” measures were always inflicted upon others. They naturally did not fear them, and even had the leisure to gloat.
But now, realizing that it might be their turn to experience those “punishments”… that certainly wiped the smiles off their faces.
In contrast, the members of the Amakusa-style Cross Rosicrucian, who had also been waiting for the ship at the pier, seemed much happier.
Because of their collective conversion to the Christian Church, the Amakusa-style members were also preparing to travel by ship to report to England, and incidentally, to escort the members of the Agnese Forces, so they simply came to the pier together…
Recalling the smiles on the faces of the Amakusa-style members just now, Agnese Sanctis felt even more deeply that the sorrows between people cannot be shared.
—Our side, with more numbers, still lost, and worst of all, while being completely annihilated, not a single person was sacrificed… not even anyone who could be called “seriously injured”!
This only made them appear even more incompetent.
—Perhaps the bishops above are furious, right?
Not only did Captain Sister Agnese feel despair, but the ordinary combat Sisters below were even more terrified and uneasy, even thinking that jumping into the sea to commit suicide now might be easier.
Unfortunately, even “suicide” was not allowed.
Thump!
A muffled sound came from outside the cabin door.
Captain Agnese Sanctis maintained her basic composure and vigilance, so she looked up towards the door, raising her hand to give a signal.
By reflex, the combat Sisters silently and swiftly began to move, preparing for battle…
Even the previously decadent and depressed atmosphere was largely dispelled.
Realizing this, Agnese Sanctis could only smile bitterly in her heart—Our are indeed an elite force!
—Aside from the few newly formed Knight Orders, among the Roman Orthodox Church’s billion followers, it’s probably impossible to assemble a second combat unit as elite as Our?
Unfortunately, no matter how well-trained an elite force is, when facing a truly strong opponent, the only outcome is utter defeat…
