Rustle, rustle.
A man scribbled on an old parchment.
Although modern tools like fountain pens and various ballpoint pens were readily available, he still wrote with a quill made from a bird's feather.
The elegance of his handwriting and the absence of ink smudges indicated his familiarity with the quill.
[When the 10th Angel following the Light proclaimed to bear all the sins of this world, the angel still sought to save as many as possible at the gates of Hell-.]
Squelch!
"......."
The hand that had been writing passages from the scripture halted abruptly, causing the ink to smudge. The man furrowed his brows.
This was a rare occurrence.
Anyone familiar with the man would tilt their head in puzzlement. After all, he was known for his stoic demeanor, rarely showing emotional fluctuations.
Thus,
"...Is this what the monks call ‘agitation’?"
He realized that something within him was amiss.
His chest stirred with unease, a feeling so unfamiliar it unsettled him.
It was the first time he had felt such restlessness.
Gripping the quill tightly, he pondered the source of this turmoil.
Perhaps if he sat like this for a while, the answer would come to him...
"Pierre, prepare yourself."
"...What insolence is this?"
Deep in thought, trying to calm the storm within him, he was interrupted by a colleague.
His sharp gaze turned frosty as he glared at the one who dared disturb his introspection.
He was displeased not only by the intrusion but also by the blatant disregard for his mood.
"Insolence or not, get ready. We’ll strike swiftly."
"......."
"If even half of the information about that knight is true, his strength is at least equivalent to that of a knight commander. We’ll need to overwhelm him in one decisive move."
"...Didn’t the Cardinal explicitly instruct us not to cause a commotion?"
"He did. That’s why we’ll finish it quickly and without fuss."
"...Have you been waiting for the Cardinal to leave?"
"A mere coincidence."
"......."
...He wasn’t naive or foolish enough to believe that lie.
Pierre questioned whether he should defy Cardinal Raphael’s orders for the sake of these people.
"Remember, this is heresy. Interrogating those who defy the Light is our duty."
"......."
Yet, Pierre still hesitated.
Was this truly the right thing to do?
Was following this man’s words truly in accordance with the will of the Light?
As he swallowed his endless doubts—
"How long do you think the Cardinal will shield you? Remember, secrets do not last forever."
"......."
"If you understand, act now."
"...Understood."
He no longer resisted.
No, he couldn’t.
Though his agitation made him hesitate—
‘Losing the ability to serve the Light would be unthinkable.’
If his secret were revealed, he would no longer have a place in the temple.
Thus—
‘...I have no choice.’
"Trainees are people. But you’re not just any trainee; you’re an ‘arrogant noble-born brat’ trainee. That makes you less than a person."
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