A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 216
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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 216
Noon.
Morien moved his steps toward the newly built Purification Chamber with an anxious heart.
As he walked on the white marble corridor, a sigh escaped from his mouth.
“…Haah.”
Now that the great name of the Order had spread across the entire continent.
Serkanos Cathedral was a place that could not be entered carelessly even with bribes.
So the fact that he had his divine power recognized at a young age.
The fact that he had left a good impression on one of the cardinals at the last prayer meeting.
The fact that he was ultimately ordained as the youngest bishop and came to serve God at Serkanos Cathedral should be something to rejoice about.
“Y-Your Holiness….”
At the groaning sound leaking from inside, Morien’s hand that was opening the door froze for a moment.
He swallowed his saliva and stared into the room through the gap in the open door.
Inside, he could see something with two colors that contrasted so perfectly it was chilling.
The dazzlingly white and clean stone floor of the Purification Chamber.
And the black blood that was soaking it.
“Yes, Omen.”
The Pope, who had been making some unknown priest repent, opened his mouth.
“Your sins are so wicked and heavy that purification takes a long time.”
As if he already knew that Morien had arrived, the Pope turned toward the door.
Startled, Morien opened the door, entered, and hurriedly bowed his head.
When he approached Pope Luciano, he smiled slightly.
“You’re fast.”
Morien lowered his body and offered what he had brought to Luciano.
As soon as Luciano received the item, Morien quickly stepped back two steps.
However, for some reason, the Pope did not order Morien to return even after a long time had passed.
Instead,
“Come to think of it, this is your first time, isn’t it, Morien?”
“Pardon?”
“It’s been a whole year since you entered Serkanos Cathedral. But you’ve never seen me purify a fallen priest, have you?”
Morien closed his mouth.
His gaze naturally turned to the small bottle in the Pope’s hand.
What he had personally brought and delivered to the Pope just moments ago was holy water called Angel’s Tears.
‘It’s called holy water, but in reality….’
Just as Morien was swallowing his saliva inwardly, the Pope opened the bottle of holy water.
Then the holy water that leaked from the bottle slowly floated in the air.
“Watch carefully.”
Golden divine power extended from the Pope’s hand.
Then the drops of holy water made a faint bursting sound and split into thousands of particles.
Like mist, it scattered over the prostrate back of the priest the Pope was purifying.
“Y-Your, Holi-, cough….”
As if the scattered holy water was extreme poison, the prostrate old priest trembled violently.
Just from his clenched fists convulsing, one could imagine his pain.
The Pope opened his mouth and spoke in a gentle voice.
“When the token of promise disappeared. You were the one who claimed that time had been twisted, Omen.”
The old priest raised his face, distorted with pain.
Morien was startled when he confirmed his face.
Forgetting that he should save his words in front of the Pope, he spoke as if he couldn’t believe it.
“N-Nordics, sir…?”
At those words, the faded eyes also slowly turned toward Morien.
“Morien…?”
“Come to think of it, you two must be acquainted.”
The Pope, still holding the bottle of holy water, murmured gently.
Morien looked back and forth between Nordics and the Pope with a confused face.
“It was Omen who noticed your divine power when you were dying at the orphanage and brought you to the Order, wasn’t it?”
Memories of the past naturally filled Morien’s mind.
The ruined orphanage.
His childhood when the director had fled, and the remaining children barely survived by eating rotten ingredients.
‘Well, from now on, this place will be your home.’
There was someone who took in all those children without exception and let them rest at his abode.
Not only that, his benefactor even provided Morien, who had manifested divine power, with the opportunity to become a seminary student.
“H-How could Nordics, sir….”
But why was that benefactor receiving ‘purification’ from the Pope at this moment?
“…It’s a pitiful and sad matter.”
The Pope said.
He continued with a truly pained expression.
“Morien. Omen may have been your benefactor once, but now he has become a sinner who has abandoned God’s will. No, perhaps he was a sinner from long ago.”
Morien moved his lips and faced the Pope.
“I didn’t entrust him with that much. Yet due to his excessive incompetence, he couldn’t even accomplish that properly.”
As if he had no more strength to endure, Nordics’ head dropped to the floor with a thud.
The Pope slowly knelt in front of him.
Then he lifted Nordics’ chin with one hand and met his gaze.
“Tell me once. What was the task I entrusted to you?”
Nordics’ lips trembled.
A voice that seemed about to die leaked from his mouth.
“You told me to pursue the token of promise… the traces of the black dragon….”
“Yes. That black dragon is the heretic among heretics.”
The Pope’s expression hardened coldly.
“Even when the black dragon’s aura suddenly disappeared, you spoke directly to me.”
“….”
“You said all those phenomena suggested the activation of time magic. So I was enraged.”
“….”
“That heretic audaciously tried to activate time magic. Trying to escape from my grasp with such a shallow trick.”
The Pope’s eyes gleamed coldly.
“Then one day, the black dragon’s aura was suddenly detected again. You said, Omen. That the thing that had gone to another dimension had returned.”
The Pope’s hand touching Nordics’ chin glowed faintly.
Then black liquid poured from Nordics’ mouth once again.
Whether from pain, tears flowed endlessly from his wrinkled eyes.
“Look at this evil, Omen. Look at all this incompetence.”
The Pope clicked his tongue as he watched the liquid dripping onto the floor.
“I gave you chances again and again. Yet you couldn’t grasp a single connection between that black dragon and the Sorcerer King. Didn’t you say with your own mouth? That those two gave off similar auras.”
“Your, Holi…”
“That’s not all. Even the plan to eliminate everyone related to him at the Clock Tower ultimately ended in failure. Because you couldn’t do it properly.”
“….”
“So in the end, I had to make an unpleasant and unholy decision.”
The Pope released Nordics’ chin as if it were dirty.
“I had no choice but to call those villains here.”
Nordics collapsed straight to the floor.
The Pope, looking down at the fallen man, brushed his hands in the air.
“Seeing you now reminds me of when you beheaded the Grand Wardens.”
Morien, who had been frozen in place, finally flinched and raised his head.
The corruption of the World Tree, and the complete beheading of the six Grand Wardens who served her.
It was something no priest could possibly not know about.
But at the same time, it was so long ago that it was now regarded like history.
“The reason I alone among the six Grand Wardens spared your life was not because I forgave you. Omen.”
Morien stared at Nordics in disbelief.
The white hair that had turned completely gray.
The gaunt body and countless traces of aging covering his skin.
Even when Nordics had saved Morien, he had never readily revealed his age.
‘The reason for that was…’
“It was because I thought you still had some use for God. However.”
The Pope clasped his hands together, holding the holy water bottle.
“Now I’m starting to think that perhaps you and I were wrong from the beginning.”
The Pope lowered his gaze.
“You said the aura you felt from the Sorcerer King wasn’t that of the Black Dragon, didn’t you?”
Nordics, who had been lying prostrate, swayed as he raised his head.
He nodded with a face that somehow looked desperate.
“Y-yes. Really, those two have no connection whatsoever…”
“Right, according to you, he’s merely the first dark attribute mage to appear in the world. He just happens to give off a similar atmosphere to the Black Dragon because they share the Underworld.”
“Yes, certainly…”
“But whatever his true nature may be. Whether he has value or not.”
The Pope lifted his chin slightly.
“Everything only has meaning when he’s under my control, doesn’t it?”
Nordics closed his mouth.
Before him, the Pope turned his body around.
“If I cannot control him, I eliminate him.”
“Y-Your Holiness?”
“You kept saying to keep the Sorcerer King alive, that using him was better than killing him.”
“…”
“I can no longer trust your judgment. An ominous sprout should have been cut down from the beginning.”
As the Pope walked, the door of the Purification Chamber automatically opened wide.
“There’s no need to return to the Sorcerer King. You will now remain here and watch. How my net cuts off the breath of those villains.”
Bang-
The door of the Purification Chamber closed.
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