Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"Hmm. Apparently, everyone has the same opinion. I guess I can still think of nothing else. Then the question arises as to why by now..."

Then Lombardo made his rugged expression even more severe.

"… probably means that those who questioned the cause of Gorkos' death took six years to find the departed"

Then Elle tipped his neck at what Lombardo said.

"I'm not sure about that again, am I? Lord, do you even know that person?

Then Chester, sitting face to face with Lombardo, also had a hazy look as he remembered something.

Lombardo nodded eye-to-eye with Shester, roughly turning to Elle.

"... yeah, I know... you do..."

Two.

"I am Lombard Schneider and Helmut Shester!

Lombardo glanced at Chester as he stopped in front of the door, inhaling his breath loudly before saying it loudly.

Then from inside the room, a loud voice rang as the fury of further Edward Muller.

"Get in!"

At the same time Muller's voice was heard, the door of the secretary's office opened with a kannon opening from the inside.

Seeing it, Muller, the secretary in the front, elbowed the executive desk and combined his hands to look at the Lombards.

On either side of the door stands a seemingly boneless Elmur stationed martial officer saluting.

And on the opulent groovy reception sofa placed in the middle of the room, two men were seated quietly, wearing black robes from their heads, drifting a different atmosphere, able to follow the two likely martial officers behind them.

"Both names, this is the envoys of Pope Roenglin, but they say they know each other. Remember that?

To Muller's introduction, Lombardo turned a terribly cold gaze, albeit quietly calm.

At the end of Lombardo's pitiful gaze was a man who once saw Lombardo twice and identified him as an enemy of each other's uncertainty.

"Yes. I know you well. Long time no see...... Bishop Lennon"

Then the man stood up quietly and slowly, taking off the proven black qualitative robe of the Zexian he was wearing from his head, exposing his skinny face around him to such an unusual degree that he thought he'd just let his skin stick over his bones.

"I'm out of time. Lord Schneider, what an honor to remember..."

Lennon shook his fallen cheeks and affixed a thin creepy grin to its lean face.

But the smile appeared creepy in everyone's eyes, and even the eagle of Elmur, who could not move from day to day, faintly frowned upon it.

But Lombardo and Schneider never moved at all, either because they had already anticipated that the envoy would be Lennon.

"It's an honor to have you remember. Anyway, you are said to be the katana of the Secretary of Foreign Affairs of Calvin, who has taken on the external compromise of Pope Lowenglin for more than a decade. Isn't that right? Bishop Lennon."

Lombardo stuck his gaze and averse spear to Lennon instead of greeting him for the first time in six years.