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𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 (8)
However, people did not hear the bishop’s desperate muttering.
“What did you say?”
“Well. . .”
Someone exclaimed with a sparkling gaze.
“He said he prays for our sinful souls!”
“Bishop! Bishop!”
People surrounded the bishop with tears, looking like he was about to die, covered in blood. They steeled themselves to let the bishop go to heaven.
“Move aside.”
“Sir Knight, the bishop is about to leave. . .”
“He doesn’t seem fatally wounded, does he?”
Johan was puzzled by people’s reactions. The bishop had been roughed up, but it wasn’t fatal.
“Please let us pray for the bishop!”
“Sir Knight, please pray for the bishop! So that his soul may depart peacefully!”
“Uh. . . Ah. . .”
The bishop, with his last strength, waved his hand. The crowd around him felt like a flock of crows. Johan was the only one he could trust.
“He’s still alive. Move aside. We need to take him for treatment.”
“It seems like he’s dead. . .”
“He died as a saint.”
People secretly hoped that the bishop had died. Not out of malice towards him, but because they were fascinated by the sight of him defeating the devil and collapsing from exhaustion.
They wished for the bishop to die a holy and noble death, making this square the origin of that miracle, and that they were present in that sacred moment.
Already some were tearing off pieces of the bishop’s robe, holding them in their hands, thinking they would become new relics.
“Take the bishop. Hey, lead us to a good doctor.”
“. . .Ah, yes!”
The guards who arrived late nodded under the influence of Johan and the mercenaries.
Considering their usual arrogance, they would have stopped everything and taken control. But now, no one dared to speak up.
They were subdued.
They obeyed Johan like tame sheep, to the point where one might mistake them for Johan’s subordinates.
Citizens in the square made the sign of the cross and stepped aside, sending sincere thanks to the knight who had slain the devil with a silver sword and saved the people.
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Upon hearing the news, the magistrate sent his personal physician. Not only that, he personally visited to express his gratitude to the bishop and Johan.
It wasn’t just a greeting, it was praise.
According to the magistrate, the bishop had shown a miracle by binding a demon, and Johan was a knight who swung his sword with the voice of God and beheaded the demon. Johan realized how rumors spread like this.
‘𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. . .’
With excessive praise, Johan suspected the magistrate had some guilt. However, Gareld denied it.
“Not at all, Sir. You are from the Empire, so the republic is still unfamiliar to you.”
Feudal lords of the Empire held power in their fiefdoms that even the Emperor could not easily challenge. Even such lords would pay attention to the dissatisfaction and public sentiment of the serfs.
Moreover, in the cities, the citizens’ right to speak was even stronger.
The magistrate could be considered the lord of the city, but the magistrate’s election was determined by a vote in the council, and the election of council members was also through voting. . .
Now, the bishop had been lying down for over a week. A week was enough time for a disgraced person to transform into a saint.
Given the situation outside, if the magistrate did not respect the bishop, a riot could occur.
“Outside, rumors are already rampant that the bishop is a saint.”
At Gareld’s words, Johan chuckled. Gareld also burst into laughter, finding the situation absurd.
They both knew how greedy the bishop was. That such a bishop was being treated as a saint. The ways of the world were unpredictable.
“Moreover, it’s the same for you, Sir. Perhaps even more extreme. You personally beheaded the demon. . . What would those who saw think?”
“It wasn’t a demon, but a gargoyle.”
“To the people, it would have seemed the same. Seeing a monster is not a common occurrence.”
As Gareld spoke, he glanced at Johan and then spoke.
“I always thought you were destined for greatness, Sir. I have been on your side since the beginning. Please remember my contribution.”
“Of course, I am aware. If it weren’t for Sir Gareld, whom could I trust in this city?”
“Really? Haha. It’s reassuring to hear you say that. Although I haven’t mentioned it, I’ve been actively spreading stories about you.”
“. . .I appreciate that.”
Although the rumors were somewhat exaggerated, exaggeration was essential in those times. The rumor of Johan catching a troll was exceptionally understated, whereas usual rumors were more inflated.
No one criticized the exaggeration of rumors. It was also a form of honor.
“Horamric-gong will be arriving soon, and I look forward to your exploits.”
“Is. . . Is that so? I will serve loyally! Just give me the chance!”
Gareld left happily as if in a dream. Seeing his demeanor, it was clear he would actively advocate for Johan in the council. The caution of a political backlash seemed to have already vanished.
Johan opened the letter sent by Suetlg. It was a letter sent by Suetlg after hearing the news and waiting outside.
━𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.
. . .(𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝). . .
𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐁𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.
“!”
The reason for an inspector or judge from the order to come could only be one: the bishop.
Ordinarily, this would have been a situation to resign from the position, but now the story changed.
From the order’s perspective, it was necessary to verify if the bishop truly performed a miracle.
A faithful one who showed a miracle could not be wrongly accused and expelled.
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