The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

The thought of what she would have to do in the future filled her with shame, and her cheeks even felt hot.

She couldn't understand how she had been so bewitched as to agree to his request!

She felt that the current situation was even worse than she had initially feared; after all, a short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one.

"The King will definitely reward us soon. You and Ice Princess were the main contributors to defeating Evans, so you will naturally go to the capital to receive the reward. Just stay in the capital for a while and finish the recording."

Dekan's words interrupted her chaotic thoughts.

"it is good......"

Judith bit her lip and nodded.

Afterwards, Dekan stretched wearily, exchanged a few pleasantries with Lord Lampard, and headed to his bedroom on the second floor.

Judith remained standing blankly in the reception room.

She couldn't process all the things that had happened in just one day.

"Lady Judith, will you be staying at the lord's manor tonight? I'll arrange a guest room for you."

Lampard asked respectfully.

"Then... I'll have to trouble you."

Judith actually wanted to complain about something, but felt it would be a bit impolite.

Because she noticed that Lord Lampard, for some reason, seemed to have adapted particularly well to the job of a hotel manager?

......

The first night after the Battle of Tristine City came to an end.

In some unknown place on this land.

There is neither moonlight nor sun here.

Although there are stars in the sky, they have all turned into black spots, as if the starry sky has been eroded and polluted.

An ancient temple stands here.

The temple was surrounded by a light blue light curtain, making it look mysterious and beautiful.

The entire space, except for the temple, appeared pitch black and chaotic.

Inside the temple.

Contrary to its artistic appearance.

A cool temperature permeated every corner of the temple, and the six walls made of black stone slabs exuded an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

There wasn't a single living guard here; all that existed was a monotonous, eerie atmosphere and a near-death desolation.

Each space within the temple is a self-contained barrier; anyone who dares to trespass would likely be lost forever.

Sudden.

The structure inside the temple began to rotate slowly, like a Rubik's Cube, with the stones rolling around with a clattering sound.

Its structure began to change. In the main hall, several huge black geometric shapes appeared out of nowhere, with only their tops flat.

They seemed to be floating without any support, completely suspended in mid-air.

The strangely shaped black geometric objects were covered with numerous eerie runes, which shimmered faintly like countless eyes, giving off a sinister and cold aura.

At some point, figures began to stand on the black geometric shape.

Their figures seemed to be constructed from black mist, drifting and uncertain.

Only a pair of eyes were visible through the haze.

Each person corresponds to a black geometric shape.

These are clearly their seats.

"Seven bishops have arrived, that's good."

It's unclear who spoke first, as if talking to themselves.

His tone was both helpless and solemn.

He quickly continued speaking:

"Evans failed."

He was the leader of every gathering.

The runes on the geometric shape beneath his feet faintly formed characters that read—

Falsehood.

The fact that seven bishops were able to attend the emergency synod of the Resurrected Church indicates that the problem is already very serious.

This space is a void that the cardinals of the Resurrected Church can access through their spiritual connection by virtue of their "epistemological certificate".

Or perhaps this is a special method of ultra-long-distance communication among the bishops of the Resurrected Church.

No matter where you are.

Once the synod begins, you can connect to the corresponding geometry simply by using your own [Bishop's Certificate].

"Oh? Evans is such a good-for-nothing."

A maniacal voice echoed in the hall, his words filled with arrogance and an indescribable sense of pleasure.

He was lying lazily on the geometric shape called "Frenzy".

"Heh, you think you're better than him? I'm afraid you can't do anything he can't do either."

At this moment, a voice called "Plague Bishop" questioned.

The mad bishop: "Want to die?"

Plague Bishop: "I've wanted to wipe you out for a long time."

The Corrupt Bishop: "Fight! Fight! I'll go collect the corpses of your losers..."

It wasn't just the two bishops who started arguing; there were even others who fanned the flames.

Bishop of the End: "All of you, be quiet."

After a long silence, the figure who had been completely silent finally spoke.

Although his figure was blurry, his eyes were as deep as stars, and his whole being was filled with a domineering and evil aura.

His words were calm, yet full of command.

"What gives you the right to order us around? Do you want to be the pope?"

The plague and decay have subsided, but the mad bishop still seems somewhat unconvinced.

"Even if all of you were together, you couldn't beat me."

The Bishop of the End replied calmly.

"Tsk."

For a moment, even the most arrogant and mad bishop fell silent.

The entire meeting immediately became much more harmonious.

"So, how did Evans lose?"

A mesmerizing voice rang out, sounding like a mixture of many young boys' and girls' voices, making the other bishops feel uncomfortable.

I wonder how many civilians this guy has harmed this time.

The Silent Bishop delights in manipulating the common people and using them as subjects for experiments.

Furthermore, their methods towards ordinary people were extremely cruel, making them the most hated beings in the world.

however.

It seems no one has offered an answer or analysis to the question of the Silent Bishop.

"It's because of Dekan's interference."

Just as everyone was silent, a figure suddenly spoke up.

"Minos, your information network is incredibly advanced."

The meeting's leader, the Bishop of Delusion, boasted.

Minos, the Shadow Bishop, is the most skilled card maker among the bishops of the Church of Resurrection, even comparable to a master card maker.

"Hahahaha, are you trying to make me laugh to death? Evans got taken down by a third-tier guy?! I'm going to have all the laughs this month from Evans."

The frenzied bishop clutched his stomach and laughed, seemingly unconcerned.

He could perfectly imagine the impotent rage of the arrogant Evans when his plans were disrupted after encountering the Underworld.

Shadow Bishop Minos: "He not only lost, he's dead."

"..."

At that moment, the bishops fell silent.

Even the mad bishop's laughter stopped abruptly, and he frowned.

They recognized the seriousness of the problem.

Evans will die...

Wouldn't they also be in mortal danger if they encountered the same situation?

"Evans is dead? Minos, that's no joke."

Believe it or not.

"So, in the end, who killed him? The Holy Knight Commander of the Sun God Cult? Or the Great Sage of the Kingdom of Norton? Or perhaps the Ice Princess, whom he completely subdued?"

"neither."

Shadow Bishop Minos shook his head.

Who is that?

"Still Dekan."