“You-you bastard! I am the Pope of this empire! I am the agent of the emperor who united the empire!” Helmut shouted.

“Yes, there was once a time when I really liked that slogan. Perhaps it was your passion and blind loyalty that Master appreciated so much… but I wanted to make my youngest son the next Pope after coming to the conclusion that you had no hope,” Imil shrugged his shoulders.

Only then did Helmut remember that Imil Ilde’s youngest son used to be a member of the Order of the White Crow. Helmut had allowed him to become a Templar at an earnest request; however, he ended up getting killed by Juan, the devil of Tantil who had just appeared around that time.

“I would have killed you and handed over the position of the Pope to my youngest son a long time ago if it hadn’t been for the fake emperor who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Originally, I had thought you were the one who killed my son after figuring out my intentions. Things may have been very different from now if that was the case.”

“You… you really think I’m going to collapse so easily to…”

“What do you mean collapse? Both you and I are nothing more than puppets controlled by the master. In the first place, without Master, you could not have had the power of His Majesty. Oh, of course… It was only thanks to you that I was able to convince Dismas and Gerard. I do appreciate you for that.”

Imil smiled and looked at Helmut, who was lying on his stomach.

“It’s the same for me, since I’m about to go down...