Game of Divine Thrones Chapter 133: Inquisitor of Heresy 4

Chapter 133: Inquisitor of Heresy 4

“Do you believe in his words, Lord Rosenkreuz?”
"Are you talking about the King of Rhine?"
“Yes, he was very different from the rumors.”
“There was definitely something odd about him.”
The conversation had gone too smoothly for it to be their first encounter, even more so since it was an accidental encounter.
It felt like the king knew Rosenkreuz would visit that location in advance.
However, Rosenkreuz didn’t care enough to pay attention to this strange feeling.
‘Right now, Eteria Rodinus is my first priority.’
Only by retrieving the Holy Grail and the knowledge of the Forbidden Book that they had stolen could the Holy See regain its true authority.
The emperor would lower his head to the pope again, and the pagans would realize their faults and volunteer to become believers of the God of Light.
Rosenkreuz laughed frantically as he imagined the bells ringing in the Holy See.
'I would kill anyone and everyone to achieve this dream.'
He had already burned thousands of pagans and heretics, but that was not enough.
The apocalypse was approaching, and the road to salvation was still long, stretching beyond the horizon.
Therefore, more and more evil had to be purified, even if it turned the entire Eeth continent into a sea of fire.
“Will you report to the Holy See about our new destination?”
“No, we will keep it a secret for the time being.”
He was the manager of the special agency Castineon.
Even the cardinals were afraid of him because of his authority to conduct an inspection inside the Holy See.
Nobody would blame him or hold him accountable for acting on his own.
'There is also the possibility of information leaking out.'
The long-lasting peace had led to an increase in bureaucratic figures in the Holy See.
A group of people who prioritized self-interest rather than devotion to their religion.
He wasn't foolish enough to trust those people.
As Rosenkreuz recalled the faces of several men, an urgent voice rang out of the informant’s messages.
[Lord Rosenkreuz, we have found the target.]
A report came from a priest belonging to Castineon who was secretly entrusted with the surveillance over the Dane Kingdom.
Rosenkreuz pulled his reins and immediately turned the horse's head.
[The location?]
[The capital city of Tenas.]
[I will go there immediately. Keep an eye on him until then.]
It seemed that the heretics he had burned earlier had given him false information.
Or maybe the man who was a member of Eteria Rodinus had deliberately told them false information.
Either way, he didn't care much about that.
As long as Rosenkreuz captured him, everything would be solved.
'It seems that the King of Rhine is still visiting the lands.'
As he checked Woohyuk’s location through the informant’s messages, Rosenkreuz learned that he was in the Elrond barony.
Rosenkreuz hurried his horse, as it was better to deal with this matter before the king returned to the capital, Tenas.
'It’ll be better if he doesn’t know of Eteria Rodinus.'
He was simply a chess piece who would help purify this chaotic world.
It was Pronoia, a secret society of the highest class of priests, who truly understood God's providence and would bring salvation to the nations on the continent.
So, as the head of Pronoia, he was leading the Pope's special agency called Castineon and working around the continent as an inquisitor of heresy.
“Lakius, go to the palace and inform Governor Maximus. Purging the pagans will cause a little uproar in the capital, so ask for his cooperation.”
“Understood, Sir.”
Lakius’ blue hair fluttered in the wind as his horse ran in another direction alone.
Rosenkreuz turned his head and stared ahead.
In the distance, he could see the city walls of Tenas.
'I will never let you escape this time.'
He roughly knew of Eteria Rodinus’ objective.
Rebuilding the Ark of Knowledge that was partially lost during the War of Gods and Demons and protecting the descendants of the great sage Avicenna.
Both were blasphemous goals that should never be achieved.
'All the magic books in the Ark of Knowledge hold dangerous contents.'
One example was Lemegeton.
Thanks to this, the demon kings who were supposed to be sleeping in the temple of the wise king Solomon were currently wandering around the world.
The one who had caused this tragedy was the great sage Avicenna.
Had he not wanted to become a god on his own, the Eeth Continent would have been a peaceful paradise ruled by the seven gods.
Therefore, he had to correct the world from now on.
The Apocalypse.
He had to cut off the original sin that had been handed down from generation to generation for too long and had to bring salvation to the young lambs.
“We’re here. Everyone get off your horses.”
It was the Hansu Industry Guild building in the capital.
A member of Eteria Rodinus was inside there.
As Rosenkreuz approached the entrance, two guards stood in his way.
“It is forbidden for people to enter this building except for those it concerns.”
“If you have an appointment, please name yourself...”
They had no idea who was in front of them.
Rosenkreuz raised his hand with an annoyed expression to reveal his ring with Castineon's crest.
“Get out of the way, unless you want to be burned as a pagan.”
“Hiiiiik…!”
“A, An Inquisitor of Heresy…!!”
The guards were frightened and ran away. They were far more afraid of the empire’s inquisitors than their employers.
“Bring all those who are not related to him outside.”
"Yes sir!"
The priests went into the guild building and drove out the craftsmen who were working.
Meanwhile, Rosenkreuz searched carefully for the whereabouts of the member Eteria Rodinus.
[I am on the second floor, Lord Rosenkreuz. He is looking for something on his own.]
[Alright. I’m going there now.]
He was now a cornered rat
As Rosenkreuz walked up the stairs, a cold sphere flew toward him out of nowhere.
Swoooooosh!
However, the magic attack was completely absorbed by an intangible barrier that unfolded before Rosenkreuz
“Hmph, so he noticed me.”
“I’ve been waiting for you, Rosenkreuz.”
A middle-aged man with reddish brown hair wearing a gray robe appeared behind the handicraft machine.
Rosenkreuz looked at him in surprise.
“You’ve been waiting for me?”
“You always interfere with our plans. However, we won’t always be on the receiving side. We still clearly remember the day Saint Sophia was brutally murdered by you people.”
“What’s so important about the death of a single pagan bitch? Oh, and it turned out that she was a descendant of Avicenna, and her nickname was the goddess of knowledge. Being hailed as a goddess even though she’s a mere human… I should’ve slaughtered her alive.”
“Do not insult her! She was no fanatic nor a heretic”
The resentful red-brown haired middle-aged man started chanting a spell.
Soon enough, the surroundings froze, and a cold wind blew.
“Is this space domination? You do have the skills to be called a wiseman.”
“My name is Ibn Rusud. I will surely stop your wicked conspiracy!”
“Oho, so you’re also a descendant of Avicenna. No wonder you were so obsessed with that slut’s death. And a conspiracy? Isn't that exactly what you guys at Eteria Rodinus are scheming?”
A sage who refused to burn all the forbidden books and stole Solomon's treasures and fled.
Eteria Rodinus was a secret society that had inherited the will of the impure traitor.
In response to Rosenkreuz's enthusiasm, Ibn Rusud made a ridiculous expression.
“We have always sought harmony between science and religion. But you people of Pronoia fell into ego and doctrinalism and distorted the truth, without acknowledging the existence of the Creator who is higher than the seven gods.”
“That is the sophistry that you wisemen enjoy. If you’re correct, then why doesn't that great being intervene in the world? Our Almighty God of Light always listens to us and gives us the power to fight against evil forces.”
“The seven gods only act according to the system created by the Creator. The one who expelled Adam and Eve from Paradise Lost, and the one who made the Sage King Solomon obtain the Holy Grail and Lemegeton was the Creator. Also, the Ark of Knowledge you were about to burn was originally a secret library from Solomon's generation.”
"Ha ha ha ha ha! Pagan, do you still covet the power of God? Everything you say is blasphemous. Your words are like the devil's temptation.”
Rosenkreuz stopped arguing and lifted his staff.
Then, Ibn Rusud, who had been chanting, groaned and floated into the air.
“Urgh!!”
“Try praying to the Creator. Why does he pretend not to know about your current dangerous situation? Why does he allow gods inferior to him to be worshiped?”
"That's… .”
“How stupid of you. Why are you trying to walk down the path of destruction by not acknowledging the superior position of the God of Light? He is in the highest of the seven gods and always watches over us.”
Ibn Rusud struggled in the air as he choked.
As Rosenkreuz watched him and laughed, the screams of priests resounded downstairs.
“Is it Eteria Rodinus? That's great. Let's take a look at all of your faces using this opportunity.”
According to information from uncertain sources, members of Eteria Rodinus were scattered across the Eeth Continent, each of them on a different mission.
In other words, it is extremely rare for them to gather in a single location.
As Rosenkreuz laughed with a satisfied face, Ibn Rusud clenched his teeth and lifted his staff with difficulty.
And…
Swoooooooosh!
A frosty and frenzy storm swirled around Rosenkreuz.
A wide-range spell that was so threatening that the surrounding air froze in no time.
Surprised, Rosenkreuz instinctively teleported and barely escaped the area of effect.
“Huff… Huff...”
“No wonder you inherited the lineage of Avicenna. If you weren't a heretic, you might have been in a high rank of the Holy See.”
Rosenkreuz narrowed his eyes as he looked at Ibn Rusud, who was calming his breath as he knelt.
When he tried to grab Ibn Rusud into the air again, a group of people appeared and shot attack magic at him.
Boooooom!
Boom!
Boom!
Some members of Eteria Rodinus had come as support.
Rosenkreuz laughed in a craze as he unleashed a barrier and took on all of their attack magics.
“Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Today is a day full of grace. So many pagans I've been looking for for decades have appeared in front of me.”
“Shut it, Rosenkreuz. You, who have fallen in love with doctrine, are the true heretic.”
The voice of an old man.
At the same time, the magic bombing ceased, and silence ensued for a while.
“…Hm? You...?"
Rosenkreuz was puzzled.
It is because the existence that he thought was dead long ago stood in front of his eyes.
“You haven't forgotten who I am, have you Rosenkreuz?”
“Of course, Saint Boetius. You may have sided with the pagans in the past, but you haven't been excommunicated yet, so is it okay to call you Master?”
“As you wish. But I don't want to be called Master by you anymore.”
Boetius’ white hair fluttered as he stepped forward.
Rosenkreuz nodded, facing him.
“I’m sure you don’t want to. You did almost die in the library due to the fire started by your disciple.”
“I am ashamed for trying to raise you as my successor. In any case, I will stop you from committing evil from now on.”
“Ah, that would be troublesome for me, Saint. I still have so many things to do.”
Rosenkreuz took out a purple pill.
[Clipport's Fruit].
Seeing it, Boetius severely frowned.
“You’re still the same as before, using any and every method you have in hand.”