Reincarnation Monarch

"... So, Bishop Lennon said that... he's moving a lot to build a fair society?

Gaius was interested in what Lennon was doing to realize his ideals.

Though I asked Darm about it for this reason, the answers I returned were unexpected.

"... no... it's not moving...?... No, I'm not sure yet..."

"What do you mean?

"No, sir... since I have still been under Bishop Lennon's command and the sun is shallow... I honestly don't know what kind of activities I actually do..."

"... oh, speaking of which, you did... uh-huh, so do you know if there's a specific plan?

"... specific plans... I wonder? ……

"... and... so you don't know anything?

"No, the... Bishop Lennon told me what he was thinking two weeks ago."

"... two weeks ago... very recently..."

"... yeah... I don't know... sorry..."

"No, I'm not apologizing... well, I don't know what the specifics are..."

Gaius had just asked Darm any more, and he thought he would not get any useful information and decided to end this story.

"Okay. So let's not talk about it… shall we look into that box at the heart"

Gaius glanced at the crude crate he had taken out of Lennon's office, placed at the foot of Darm.

"Oh, this? I couldn't help but bring it up when you told me... what is this box?

"We're going to look into that."

"... you took the liberty of bringing up something you don't know what it is?

"Mr. Dulm, I didn't tell you, but I do have special abilities."

Gaius mentioned whether it was a pain in the ass or something quite appropriate.

But Durm has eaten the story without suspicion.

"Again! You're a special boy chosen by God, aren't you?

"... yeah well... that's the way it is. So could you just shut up for a second and take a look?

Gaius said something even more appropriate.

But Darm truly followed Gaius' words.

"Okay. Let's just say I keep my mouth shut for a while... Oh yeah, what am I supposed to do with this box? Do you want to put it on this table?

"Yeah, please"

As Darm quietly lifted the crate at his feet, he placed it gently on the table in front of Gaius as it was.

Gaius then shut up for a while, wondering if he'd stuck to the crate.

(... Now what do we do... Well there is no explosive in this world, so there won't be a piece of wood dust as soon as we open it... anyway, it feels like we just touched it and it's definitely a pretty shitty substitute... Come on, what do we do? ……

Gaius took one breath in silence and silence.