“...It is also important to protect His Majesty’s body.”

Ivy spoke, almost as if she was trying to find an excuse, but she was well aware that what she had just said was illogical. If it was the real emperor who was on his way to the Holy City of Torra, there would be nothing more important than protecting him. But it was beyond hard for the Imperial Guards who had been serving the emperor sitting on the Eternal Throne for decades to leave him behind to go and greet the ‘real emperor.’

“You know that what you just said doesn’t make sense, right?”

Ivy remained silent and looked at Lenly with anxious eyes. Lenly was her strongest ally, but at the same time, he had also been made the biggest contradiction in her logic.

“Be humble, Saintess,” Helmut derided Ivy.

Helmut’s tone had become much more polite than before, but Ivy felt like she had been indirectly cursed at. Ivy was confident in her own prophecy. Nevertheless, she had never once thought that His Majesty, who was sitting on the Eternal Throne, was fake. Lenly also seemed to have no answer to Helmut’s question.

As the silence persisted, Helmut thought that he had won.

Then, Lenly suddenly opened his mouth.

“Juan Calberg Kennosis. Kennosis means ‘god wears the human body.’”

Helmut frowned upon hearing Lenly’s words. This was the very basics of the Church’s teachings...