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"Then, um, from now on, our alliance should decide on its future direction. I suggest that the details of this policy be the first item on the agenda."

In order to break through the heavy atmosphere in the venue, An spoke while controlling his trembling voice.

Chapter 4 Round Table Venue

"The best approach is to unite quickly and use our forces to capture Crossmaria in a lightning-fast attack."

At the round table in the Kingdom of Leiden, the voice of Templar Garlas Gargantia was heard from the last seat.

In this situation, that was undoubtedly a somewhat frivolous attitude.

However, even though he was being watched by people around him, his attitude did not change at all.

Seeing the opportunity to echo this statement, the people of the Kingdom of Leiden began to question him.

"Is it necessary to do such a thing?"

For a moment, everyone in the cathedral and the Kingdom of Leiden seemed to be lost in thought.

The venue fell silent and quiet.

This round table venue is basically only used when the joint meeting between the Kingdom of Leiden and the Cathedral is held.

Tracing back to the origins of the Cathedral, it was originally just a directly governed organization established by King Amilez Leiden of Leiden in accordance with divine oracle.

Because the oracle received by Amilez came from the goddess Cassia, and the cathedral itself also regards the goddess Cassia as the object of faith.

Therefore, among the people, the Cathedral is also known as "Goddess Cult", which is easier to remember.

Although the Cathedral was originally under the jurisdiction of King Amilez of Leiden, it must be admitted that with the development of the times, the Cathedral has long since become an independent organization.

With its own influence, the Cathedral gradually became a religious institution that dominated the northwest region of the continent, and its internal laws, security and taxation structures were given corresponding privileges.

The Heraldry religion that people had longed for in the past was therefore expelled and even became known as the Old Religion.

After gradually expanding its influence, the Cathedral integrated some small countries in the northwest of the continent, and expanded outward step by step, finally becoming an independent and unified country.

This is the origin of the Garcia Empire.

In other words, although it is a country named "Empire", it is actually just the shell of a cathedral that performs its functions.

The Garcia Empire is the Goddess Religion, or the Cathedral itself, so it is not wrong to be called a religious state.

On the other hand, the original Cathedral organization still exists within the Kingdom of Leiden.

But even so, due to the current status and power of the Cathedral, it is impossible for even the King of Leiden to send them around at will.

Moreover, the old cathedral is now just a branch left behind by the new cathedral, just like the ordinary church in the border town of Lars.

Today, the newly built cathedral has long been moved to the center of the imperial capital of the Garcia Empire.

"The reason is simple. They, the forces of the Old Church, are now like a flickering candle."

As if unaware of the tense atmosphere in the meeting room, Garlas' lips moved as he spoke these words.

Mutual restraint and pushing each other were inevitable at this roundtable meeting.

Indeed, the cathedral has become a nation in its own right.

However, due to its own powerful strength, the Kingdom of Leiden did not lose all its influence.

Therefore, on a regular basis, and in emergencies like this one, both sides need to send an equal number of representatives to hold roundtable meetings in the conference room.

This became a practice long ago.

Whether it actually works is another matter.

Now, the so-called emergency refers to the fall of Crossmaria due to the Heraldry Cult, and the alliance between the Sky Garden Gasalia and the Heraldry Cult.

This meeting was held to discuss how to deal with these situations.

Therefore, those gathered around the round table today were not only representatives of the two forces of Leiden and the Cathedral, but also people who originally belonged to Crossmaria and its surrounding city-states.

At this moment, many forces are using their eloquence to defend their rights and state their positions.

That further turned the venue into a vortex of chaos.

And in that vortex, Garlas's words drifted slowly.

"If we attack them now with an underprepared force, we'll only intensify the fire. If we truly want to extinguish the flames, a powerful gale is necessary. Therefore, all major forces must work together to create a powerful gale."

Few people openly agreed with Garlas's words as he opened his eyes and declared this.

No matter what they think in their hearts, at this moment, this is a place where all forces restrain each other and compete for interests.

If you dare to speak rashly, you might be accused of a false charge and lose your head.

Therefore, there was only one person who truly agreed with Garlas' words.

"...As Templar Garlas said. Although Crossmaria has fallen, the city walls cannot be underestimated. Attacking with a large army, leaving no room for resistance, is the best way to eradicate the Old Church."

The owner of that voice was Buckingham Castina.

He comes from a prominent family in Crossmaria and possesses strong influence and diplomatic skills.　

Especially for those who want to seize Crossmaria's privileges, his words must not be taken lightly.

Because if we have his support, we will most likely gain the benefits of the free city of Crossmaria in the end.

But this is not just a simple war, it has taken on the color of a religious war.

therefore.

Things are not that simple.

An old man slowly opened his eyes and then made a sound.

"Excuse me, but the enemy is the Old Church. If we attack with a large army, it will likely undermine the authority of the Cathedral. Therefore, I believe this incident should be treated as a minor matter."

It's a small matter. Hearing this, Garlas couldn't help but feel stupid from the bottom of his heart, and even almost laughed out loud.

Of course, it is understandable.

Even the old man who spoke might not have meant it from the bottom of his heart.

But after all, everything has principles.

Therefore, this is probably what the force he belongs to thinks.

But even so, you actually said it was a trivial matter?

Know when to stop, and be calm but also know when to stop.

Garlas grabbed the glass on the table and poured the wine down his throat.

Sure enough, it is quite high-end stuff.

For hundreds of years, the word "fall" of Crossmaria has not been recorded in history. Now it has been conquered by what they call the Old Church forces.

Not only that, the elves who were supposed to join this side also formed an alliance with them.

This is undoubtedly a big deal.

If possible, he would even like to unite all the city-states around Crossmaria, or form a large army from Leiden and the Cathedral.

Otherwise, if there is only a little interference, it will only strengthen the flames of the old religion.

Garlas was very sure about this matter.

The reason is, that knight.

No, now it should be the female swordsman named Filia Reinhardt.

There is no doubt that he was an outstanding person.

That is a person who is likely to become a hero once the times drive its own development.

But for some reason, now, she has abandoned her identity as a knight and wields the sword under the power of the Old Church.

Garlas sank into his chair, shutting the noise of the meeting from his ears.

In other words, there is something within that force.

There was something that even that woman, even such an outstanding person, was willing to entrust herself to.

What was it? Treasure? No, there was no way a knight would be attracted to something like that.

So, is it honor? No, that kind of thing must have been abandoned when joining the Old Church.

Is it to satisfy one's own ambition? Perhaps a little bit.

However, Garlas believes that the decisive factor was not that.

So Garlas made a guess.

There are stronger heroes out there who can attract heroes.

Is it the woman who is called a witch, or the man who is called a traitor?

I don't know which one it is.

But, very interested.

"Well, how about this? I have a plan. A clever trick to suppress the antlers and peel off the skin."

The slightly plump man made a dull sound.

Garlas couldn't remember exactly, but it seemed like they were representatives of the surrounding city-states?

He looks simple and honest, but his eyes have not lost their color, but are shining with ambition.

Thick lips slowly opened.

"Those guys, even though they're called the Old Church, aren't a monolithic group. They're united simply by obeying the authority of two people. Beyond that, they can't be called a proper organization; they're just a mob."

Garlas roughly understood what the man would say next.

So, although I was half interested, I still found it boring.

He looked at the man with his head tilted, his eyes revealing some inexplicable emotion and his expression was distorted.

"From now on, the Old Church will likely aim to expand its influence. They won't sit still any longer. So, our city-state will devise a strategy to eliminate their leader. Once we've cut off the snake's neck, it won't matter what happens to the body."

It turned out to be the case.

Garlas stroked his chin, roughly understanding the man's intention.

The same is true for the people who attended the meeting.

"I want permission from the Cathedral. I want to provide the Old Church with a formal written document expressing friendship. With this, the heads of the witch Madia, who rebelled against the Cathedral, and the great sinner Murphy will be like meat on the chopping block."

A rather proud voice spread throughout the round table venue.

However, until the end, Garlas shook his shoulders as if he was very unhappy.

Chapter 5 The Calories of Gold

All I heard was the sound of swords and spears.

Swords flashed and iron wailed everywhere.

The sound repeated countless times made the Leiden Arena boil.

The sounds came one after another, and the arena itself seemed to have become a living creature, causing waves.

Only, this is by no means a celebration of the fight for equality.

It wasn't a cheer because of a love for sword fighting.

But, who will dye the sky with blood, and when will the sand of the arena be painted red?

Those cheers were just in anticipation of this.

The golden hair swayed amid the ugly cheers.

He withstood the numerous blows of the greatsword swung by his opponent's massive body, charging and resisting, occasionally blocking with his own sword.

In this way, the golden side is simply defending and does not seem to have any means of attack.

One can't help but feel that it is already on the tip of a beast's fangs.

The audience's voices formed a larger vortex, raising dust.

Don't die so easily, at least it should be worth the price of your ticket.

Words like that.

So, can you meet that expectation?