NABC Chapter 882: 256: Is the Perfect Human That Weak? That Shouldn't Be the Case
Chapter 882: 256: Is the Perfect Human That Weak? That Shouldn't Be the Case
Chapter 882: Chapter 256: Is the Perfect Human That Weak? That Shouldn’t Be the Case
March 6th.@@@@
Several days have passed since Aiwass Moriarty became the Vicar Pope of the Holy Nation.
Now, even distant places have come to know this unbelievable news.
While some maintain a pessimistic view about the future of the Holy Nation, the majority are uplifted. Perhaps they don’t fully understand Aiwass, yet the fact that a human could assume the position of Pope—even if only as a temporary Vicar Pope for half a year—is a precious precedent.
It signifies the ascent of humanity’s status. As part of a short-lived species civilization not too long in existence, the possibility for humans to stand at the pinnacle of a noble species like elves—just this fact alone is enough to sway them to Aiwass’s side.
Thus, people started to take an interest in Aiwass.
...
Through both reputable and less reputable presses, true and false rumors about Aiwass have become the biggest news of these past few days—there are interviews of Aiwass wielding the Holy Sword to defeat a Demon, as well as densely packed, variously styled, and compelling tabloid stories.
Even the major news of Avalon’s announcement of a ceasefire was cleverly overshadowed.
At this moment, in Star Antimony, the Red Fortress.
Today’s “Red Chancellor,” Pengbonazi, is unusually not toying with the blood servants he keeps.
Even in the past, when he held family meetings with his “children”...it was always amidst an unrestrained and decadent frenzy of desire. But now, the children of Star Antimony show no such enthusiasm.
“The intelligence has been reconfirmed.”
The master of the City of Knowledge “Leipzig,” also Prince Heinrich as Count Leipzig, spoke gravely to the Red Chancellor: “The ‘Perfect Human’ indeed appeared in the Holy Nation, and now has been defeated. I have verified this from four different sources. Although details vary, this point is consistent.”
—Clang!
Just then, a crystal wine glass drained by the Red Chancellor was abruptly thrown, shattering into crystal sand on the ground.
By the garden pool—more lavish than even the royal palace’s—stood men and women, resplendent and noble in dress of various ages and styles. Their commonalities included crimson pupils and beautiful visages.
But now they were as silent as cicadas in winter, daring not to utter a word.
“Do you not understand, Heinrich? I asked about—the specifics?”
Pengbonazi’s voice rang clearly.
His tone was sharp as a knife, anxious as fire, devoid of his usual composure, profundity, and elegance.
But none of the children of the Moon would underestimate him...because they felt the same trepidation and bewilderment.
What exactly happened?
As early as the day before yesterday, he ordered the astrologer to perform divination as soon as he received the message—however, because the Eternal Pope personally intervened in the event, all the astrologers attempting to divine were backlashed, nearly having their brains explode on the spot.
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. His mood, turbid as blood, caused the veins on his forehead to bulge.
“—Worthless! All of you are worthless!”
Pengbonazi suddenly erupted, throwing the files onto the floor in rage.
His eyes bloodshot, he roared loudly: “Yulia can’t be captured, and her heart can’t be obtained! I told you to find Beyard, but no trace of Beyard either! Can’t Aiwass be killed? A priest that is at most at the Fourth Level, even with Advanced Divine Art, can’t he be killed?
“Fine, so he wasn’t killed, and now he has become the Vicar Pope! It was supposed to be a covert operation, with secrecy as the priority, even if the mission fails, the intelligence must not be exposed, yet it inexplicably turned into an assassination attempt against the Queen—let alone a failed assassination, it even provoked retaliation from the Avalonians!
“Now, what are you all standing here for? Waiting for me to decide for you? I wish someone would decide for me!
“Did I not tell you? I told you all! But what did you carry out? Have you accomplished any of the tasks I asked for?”
“...Father.”
A golden-haired young man, who appeared to be in his early twenties, suddenly raised his head and said in a soft voice, “I heard that Yulia is an alchemist... What if I try? Maybe I can trick her into returning...”
“—Get out! Out! No more tricking her back; put away your petty tricks!”
Pengbonazi’s forehead veins bulged as he interrupted the young man: “Use your brain—did you drink donkey’s blood? You’re as stupid as a pig! Now the Papal Guard is guarding Glass Island; do you intend to assassinate the Queen in person again? Her lover is the current Pope, do you think I want to die that quickly?”
In an instant, the courtyard was once again completely silent.
He took several deep breaths and finally calmed down.
“I haven’t lost my temper like this in almost two hundred years.”
Pengbonazi spoke slowly: “Your incompetence exceeds my imagination. In the Imperial Era, the noble Sons of the Moon were never so foolish... I have to wonder if it’s the life of comfort that has corrupted your senses.
“You can indulge! You can be extravagant! You can be wild! But when I need you, don’t give me a circus act here! If you want to be clowns, then just go be clowns, don’t agree to do something and then mess it up!”
His authoritative voice thus resounded: “If I need you later, I will summon you at any time. Do not leave your residences lately, especially do not leave Star Antimony. Anyone trying to leave Star Antimony will be treated as a traitor—do you understand? Speak up!”
Men and women in the courtyard nodded and bowed one after another, responding in a not very orderly fashion: “Understood, Father.”
He massaged his forehead and waved his hand, signaling those people to disperse.
And Prince Heinrich remained.