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Chapter 48: 152. The Road to the Papacy

"So...the Supreme God won't leave us facing a Saladin who can summon the angel of death, will he?"

On the flying broomstick, Shirogane looked at his generous reward pool, his lips twitching into a smile that was more like a grimace.

This reward is too generous; even the newbie gift pack given to a certain gorilla wasn't this generous.

After all, saving a black captain involved risking their lives, while they risked nothing at all when they fooled this group of medieval European kings.

"Perhaps it's Saladin, who can unleash a Thunderous Crescent Slash with two scimitars?"

Giorno, with a slightly strained expression, also cracked a light joke.

The Supreme God will not provide missions that require certain death, and similarly, the Supreme God will never give you any opportunity to gain something for nothing or to easily win big with a small investment!

The greater the benefit, the greater the risk. Or, if you uncover the hidden background of the world through your own efforts, your wisdom will be rewarded accordingly.

Their situation seems to fit the latter more closely.

Can it be wisdom? Exploring the world's context?

They don't think that simply going through history books and making a few mystical pronouncements constitutes exploring the world's background.

The unease in my heart grew more and more intense as the prize pool expanded. Even though I tried to convince myself not to worry unnecessarily, I couldn't help but imagine a terrible future.

And they are about to reach their final destination.

Italy was right before him. Seeing the familiar Mediterranean Sea and arriving in Naples, a city he knew so well, even Giorno couldn't help but reveal a wonderfully warm smile of homeland.

However, as they gradually descended, Giorno's smile vanished when he saw the view next to a small farmhouse.

"Let's go down and take a look," Giorno said softly after a moment of silence.

They landed and saw two skeletons, one large and one small, nestled together in the room, along with a dried-up, cracked soup pot beside them.

Seeing this scene, Baiyin's heart was heavy. What had happened here seemed so close, yet also so omnipresent.

They had actually seen this kind of scene many times before.

That's just how this era was; starving, freezing, and dying in war were commonplace in this chaotic and barbaric time.

Just because you see something doesn't mean you'll get used to it; just because the times are the way they are doesn't mean it's right.

Upon seeing this scene in a place that resembled his hometown, Giorno couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

"Mr. Silver".

Giorno was silent for a moment, then said softly

"Do you have any magic that can undo what has happened?"

If Abbacchio were here, he could directly rewind the scene. Silver pondered for a moment, opened his spellbook, and found this in the divination section.

"There's a spell that works, but I need to make some preparations; a long break has just passed..."

Bai Yin closed his eyes and muttered incantations. After completing the replacement and preparation of the spells selected from the spellbook, he quickly opened his eyes.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

He first took out a handful of sandalwood and opal—he didn't know if these things would work here, since what he was about to release wasn't strictly speaking a pure spell.

He extended one hand, then knelt on one knee, completing the gesture (S) part of the spell. Sandalwood served as the material (M) element, and finally, language (S) was the final element.

"Almighty God..."

He muttered words that sounded more like a prayer than a spell, because he wasn't sure if there were any local deities, though the spell itself didn't require communicating with any specific deity.

After all, it's a modified version of the main god, so flexibility is a given.

He offered sandalwood and an opal, the materials for the spell—incense and offerings. This spell should only be cast in accordance with faith and requires materials worth at least 25 gold coins, but as the saying goes, let's make an exception.

The spell worked quickly, and the fourth-circle divination spell was successfully cast.

This spell, as its name suggests, allows you to ask a question related to a specific goal, event, or activity. The object of your prayer will give you a truthful answer, which may be a short phrase, a verse of mystical poetry, or a prophecy.

It is generally used as a prophecy, but it can also be used to look back on the past. However, its success often depends on whether the deity you worship likes you.

For Silver, an unbeliever, this spell had an absolutely unknown success rate.

But soon, the spell worked. Before Silver and Giorno, a scene slowly unfolded, like a movie being presented to them.

The father's name was Pierre, the mother's name was Marie, and the daughter's name was Anne.

In the eleventh century, the autumn frost fell on Pierre's wheat field before the cold wind.

As soon as the wheat ears turned yellow, the lord's soldiers trampled the fence, their iron boots crushing the still-green stalks, arrogantly bringing their cruel orders.

"This year, taxes will increase by 30%. If you can't pay within three days, we'll take people as collateral."

Thirty percent of the taxes would have been enough to bankrupt the family, but Pierre, with a worried expression, took out the remaining half-sack of oats. However, less than half a day after the soldiers left, Pastor Bernard of the village church arrived, wrapped in a wool cloak, his cross gleaming brightly. He twirled his rosary, a hypocritical smile playing on his lips.

“Brother Pierre, the Lord said to love your neighbor as yourself. This year, the church is short of timber for renovations. Why don’t you donate this half bag of oats from your house to the Lord’s temple?”

Pierre gripped the worn-down scythe, his knuckles white, as he watched the priest plead desperately.

"Pastor, we can't even afford the taxes, and the children are waiting to be fed!"

How can we neglect the Lord's work? Not donating is disrespectful to the Lord, and will lead to purgatory after death!

Bernard's face darkened, and he warned the family with a death knell. Pierre, frightened, let go of his hand, while Bernard ruthlessly snatched the oat bag from the haystack.

Mary, the wife, hurriedly took off the silver cross that had come with her dowry, hoping to plead with the pastor to make an exception. But Bernard, quick as a flash, snatched the cross, weighed it in his hand, and said with a smile that this was how one should show reverence for the Lord, yet he still took the half-sack of oats with him.

The oats that grow in the earth are also gold and silver.

As he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Anne clutching her mother's skirt, then patted the girl's head and said, feigning compassion,

“Little Annie, be good and encourage your parents to give to the church. Then the Lord will bless you.”

Anne opened her round eyes and looked longingly at the bag of oatmeal in Bernard's hand, and began to speak.

“Father, but we need food. The Lord loves us. Can the Lord help us?”

Bernard had already stepped out the door, his cloak sweeping across the threshold, without uttering a single word of reply. Mary turned her face away, tears falling onto the empty haystack.

On the morning of the third day, only a few bunches of wild vegetables remained in the house, far from enough to pay half the tax. So the soldier dragged Pierre away, and Anne rushed to grab his leg, only to be kicked into the mud by the soldier. Marie, frantically lunged forward, and was whipped on the back by the chains, bleeding profusely. A priest passing by, seeing this scene, merely frowned and said…

"The Lord says to be patient; do not provoke the lord’s men, lest you tarnish the Lord’s glory."

After saying that, he turned and walked toward the lord's castle without looking back—he was going to the lord's banquet, where the lord was said to give him new silverware.

On the day Pierre was taken away, Anne had a fever and kept calling for her father. Marie took her daughter to the church to beg for medicine, but Bernard blocked the door. He said that the church's help was for believers who gave generously, and that God would not pity stingy believers. Marie knelt on the steps and kowtowed until her forehead bled, but she did not receive a word of mercy in return.

She could only cook the last handful of wild vegetables into soup, without touching it herself. As night fell, Anne's little hands grew cold. Mary, cradling her daughter's increasingly lifeless body, sat in the empty hut, listening to the sounds of feasting music drifting from the distant lord's castle.

The sound seemed to carry the laughter of Reverend Bernard. In despair, Mary pulled out the worn-out scythe and held it to her neck.

The autumn wind blew, and the empty thatched cottage seemed to weep. The wheat stalks in the field lay fallen on the ground, like a pile of unburied corpses. Suddenly, the church bells rang out, clear yet cold, bringing this story to a close.

The story ends here. Giorno remained silent for a long time, and Shirogane didn't know what to say either.

They often see such stories in history books, but stories are stories, and what happens in front of them is another matter.

"...I know this is a common sight in this era of low productivity."

After a long silence, Giorno spoke softly.

"But what if I still think they all deserve to die?"

Nobles, lords, kings, priests, popes

They deserve to die! They all deserve to die!

Giorno's sense of justice made him intolerant of Diavolo, but compared to Diavolo, these bastards were clearly morally inferior and more despicable!

Kill them all! Kill them all!

At that moment, he truly felt a surge of righteous indignation and anger rising within him.

He really wanted to play the role of Uriel to the end, and then set off a fireball over each of those castles!

This emotion came so quickly and fiercely, raging and burning Giorno's reason.

“They deserve to die… but killing alone won’t solve the problem,” Baiyin said sullenly.

He himself often had the thought of using his power to mow down all the corrupt and powerful people who did nothing right, but reason always held him back.

Killing someone is easy, but cleaning up the mess afterward is extremely difficult.

Giorno took several deep breaths before he managed to suppress this inexplicable anger.

The diagram itself is simple, but cleaning it up later is a real hassle. He wasted a lot of time in the dark, bullet-filled world to sort out the situation of the cursed child, so what about in this world?

Moreover, he has absolutely no grasp of the specific situation in this world. Even if he wants to draw a picture, he needs to understand the situation first.

"...Let's go first."

After composing himself, Giorno picked up the broom again and said calmly.

But in his heart, he had already handed down a verdict on the Vatican, which he had previously held in some reverence for.

Whether or not God exists in this world—

He will punish them with a blast of heavenly fire!