Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 586

“Then, from this moment, we will formally begin the official election to choose the Pope of the Pantheon—the Conclave!”

The voice rang out thunderously.

But that was not what mattered right now.

‘Conclave?’

He knew what a conclave was.

In Catholicism, a conclave referred to the election held by Cardinals to choose the Pope.

But that was an election to choose the Pope, so why me?

However, Su-ho soon understood why he had been invited here.

“Ah.”

Right.

I’m the Blood Cardinal, and if the next class after Cardinal exists, then the only thing left would be Pope.

So I was invited to the Conclave as a candidate for Pope.

Having understood everything, Su-ho let out a hollow laugh and looked at Quai. Quai grinned and said,

“You look as though you have understood quite a lot?”

“I’d be an idiot if I didn’t. But this thought just occurred to me...”

Su-ho looked straight at him and said,

“It’s you, isn’t it? The person who invited me here?”

The nameless Constellation, ■■.

At that question, Quai smiled once again.

“Well, I suppose you will come to learn that gradually later?”

“You’re not denying it?”

“Hehe, well. That is not particularly important. In any case, before we begin the proper election, why don’t the candidates introduce themselves to one another first?”

At Quai’s words, the other three candidates looked at Su-ho.

But the way they looked at him was not especially pleasant.

“Is it just me, or do all of you seem to be looking at me with displeasure?”

At that, the man in silver armor spoke.

“It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Silen. I am the Silver Cardinal, and the only Paladin nominated in this election.”

“I’m An Su-ho, the Blood Cardinal and a Crusader.”

“To be precise, you were a Rage Crusader, were you not?”

“That’s right?”

“As expected.”

After finishing his introduction, Silen wore an expression that seemed to say he had known it, then soon furrowed his brow.

Then, as if making a vow—no, as if making a declaration of war—he said,

“I am sorry to say this to you, but we have absolutely no intention of allowing someone who was once a Rage Crusader to ascend to the seat of Pope.”

“Out of nowhere?”

“It is not out of nowhere. This is something we discussed long ago. We have been waiting for you for quite some time.”

“Why?”

“Because the Pope of the Pantheon must have four Cardinals of different classes nominated.”

“Four Cardinals of different classes...”

Su-ho’s gaze swept over the three people standing before him.

And he immediately understood what Silen meant.

“I see. If I’m a Crusader and you’re a Paladin, then those two must be a Cleric and a Monk?”

“That is correct.”

“But isn’t the Conclave an election? How are the three of you planning to stop me in an election that is supposed to be fair?”

“The Pantheon’s Conclave is not an ordinary election.”

“Then?”

“Only one candidate is formally put to the vote.”

“Only one? Aren’t all of us candidates?”

“For now, we are preliminary candidates.”

“Preliminary candidates?”

“Yes. We preliminary candidates compete among ourselves, and only one person can become the formal candidate. And that person will be able to officially become Pope through a vote of approval or disapproval from the Cardinals seated over there.”

Silen pointed at the Cardinals seated in the spectator stands.

“What the...”

It was absurd.

So they were supposed to have a dogfight in the first round to narrow down the candidates, then get acknowledged by the Cardinals in the second round before becoming Pope?

What kind of Conclave was that?

But Silen seemed used to it and continued speaking without paying that any mind.

“So, Cardinal An Su-ho. For the future of the Pantheon, please withdraw. Otherwise...”

“Otherwise?”

“At that point, there will be nothing we can do.”

At that unexpected choice of words, a hollow laugh burst out of him.

“Is that really something a Cardinal should say?”

“Then?”

“That’s a threat.”

“It is not a threat. I am asking you.”

“You’re saying you’ll kill me if I don’t do as you ask. How is that a request?”

“It depends on how you interpret it.”

“What bullshit...”

“What did you say?”

“I said, what ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) bullshit.”

The air turned cold in an instant.

After Su-ho and Silen locked eyes like lasers for a while, Su-ho let out a short breath and said,

“Then let me ask just one thing.”

“Ask.”

“After you stop me? Then will the three of you fight one another?”

“We have already decided whom we will nominate as Pope.”

“And who is that?”

At those words, Silen moved aside and indicated the person behind him.

“It is none other than Cardinal Antonio, the White Cardinal.”

Antonio.

When his name was mentioned, he looked at Su-ho with a kindly smile.

At his kindly-looking smile, Su-ho burst into laughter without meaning to.

“Wow, you really look like an outright fraud.”

“Watch your words.”

“Watch my words, my ass. You think polite words would come out if you were me? Hey, then let me ask one more thing while I’m at it. Why can’t it be me? What do you bastards even know about me?”

There was no reason to hold back anymore.

When harsh words burst from Su-ho’s mouth, all three of them furrowed their brows.

Then Silen answered on their behalf.

“Because you were a Rage Crusader blinded by revenge and blood.”

“What?”

“The Pope of the Pantheon must, by nature, know how to embrace and love all people with a heart as vast as the sea. But rather than loving everyone, you are someone who places personal revenge first, are you not?”

“Hmm.”

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