Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 431: The Attitude of Gabella



 

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"If there's nothing else, let's adjourn for today."

 

After a morning of meetings, everyone's stomachs were grumbling, and Pope Harrington II planned to conclude the session.

 

"Your Majesty, I have something to report."

 

Just as he was about to rise, a person burst in unannounced.

 

Pope Harrington II looked up and saw it was Bishop Walsh, who, in addition to his ecclesiastical role, also oversaw the security of the capital.

 

Walsh's unannounced entrance was due to their personal acquaintance and the fact that he was supposed to be one of the participants in the meeting but had arrived late due to unforeseen circumstances.

 

"What's the matter that has you so worked up?"

 

Harrington II was curious; at this moment, Walsh looked nothing like the venerable bishop he was supposed to be, but more like a gladiator in a coliseum.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for my late arrival. But Your Majesty, you must take action against those fanatics from the Rationalist Society."

 

Everyone immediately understood, suspecting that the Rationalist Society had caused trouble again, which was why Walsh, in charge of the capital's security, had been delayed.

 

Walsh stood by the table and addressed everyone without taking a seat. "Yesterday, they stirred up trouble again, and right near the embassies of various countries, they've completely embarrassed the Holy City."

 

While speaking, Walsh slammed his hand on the table, clearly very angry; had they not all been familiar faces, he would have faced charges of disrespect, and the guards would have dragged him out.

 

"Calm down and tell us slowly."

 

Harrington II instructed a servant to bring Walsh a cup of tea. The bishop sat down and recounted the events of yesterday.

 

"Ultimately, they even let a delegate from Gabella come over to speak a word of advice, truly humiliating."

 

Walsh said with a pained expression, "If this continues, in the eyes of outsiders, the sacred Holy City will be reduced to a gathering place for barbarians."

 

He glanced at the head of the Inquisition, Turs, saying, "Those heretics who speculate wildly on the truths of creation deserve to go to hell."

 

Turs wore a bitter expression, having recognized Walsh's implication.

 

What can I do? The Pope has always tried to maintain an enlightened image; as long as it doesn't directly deny the content of the "Holy Light Scriptures," he can tolerate it.

 

Indeed, the Pope waved his hand at Walsh and said, "Be careful with the term 'heretic'; I don't want the Holy City to become as chaotic as Gabella."

 

"Do you still think the current Holy City is orderly…"

 

"Ahem… Of course, letting them continue their unchecked behavior is not a solution. Turs!"

 

"Yes, Your Holiness." Turs stood up.

 

"Find a few leaders of the Rationalist Society to speak with; warn them that reasonable debate is fine, but raising fists and causing conflict is absolutely outside our tolerance."

 

"Yes, Your Majesty."

 

Harrington II then turned to Walsh: "As for those who caused yesterday's disturbance, apprehend those who should be captured, and judge those who should be judged—do not show any leniency, but treat it as an ordinary public safety case."

 

"Yes, Your Majesty." Bishop Walsh appeared somewhat dejected.

 

"By the way, you mentioned which country's delegate it was?"

 

The bishop replied, "Gabella; specifically, it was a follower of the Gabella delegate."

 

"Gabella, huh?"

 

Harrington II narrowed his eyes. "Aldridge, the scholar from the Tower of Masters, I have a meeting with him arranged for this afternoon."

 

...

 

Aldridge, leaning on his wooden staff, walked slowly into the audience chamber, followed closely by the tense-looking Mond and Kevin.

 

He crossed through the door, where the host was already waiting for him, dressed in formal attire.

 

Pope Harrington II sat upright in the main seat, with various important members of the College of Cardinals on either side.

 

"Welcome, distant guest, Master Aldridge of the Tower of Masters."

 

Aldridge bowed slightly.

 

"It is my great honor, I—David Aldridge—can represent the Emperor of Gabella and millions of faithful to meet you—Your Holiness, the highest representative of the Father on earth, the most loyal servant—Pope Harrington II."

 

The Pope smiled and extended his right hand in a gesture of welcome.

 

"Please take a seat, Master. I hope you have brought me what I desire."

 

Aldridge sat down, while Mond and Kevin stood behind him.

 

He carefully took out a letter from his breast pocket and said, "This is from our Emperor, personally handed to you. Everything you wish for is inside."

 

A servant hurried over, receiving it with both hands and quickly delivering it to Pope Harrington II.

 

The Pope opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and read it carefully, seemingly pondering over each word.

 

Kevin stood behind Aldridge, mustering the courage to observe the Pope.

 

Despite his white hair, Harrington II appeared well-preserved, with only a few wrinkles on his face and a long white beard.

 

Though his eyes were somewhat cloudy like other elderly people of his age, they radiated an indescribable kindness, as if one glance could inspire complete trust.

 

This was the Pope of the Holy Light Church, a significant figure that had previously existed only in legends, now standing right before him.

 

Despite having mentally prepared several times before the audience, at this moment, Kevin's heart couldn't help but pound uncontrollably.

 

He saw Harrington II's frown ease gradually as he read the letter, indicating that the content was satisfying.

 

The Pope looked up at Aldridge and said, "I am very grateful for the Emperor's support."

 

Aldridge nodded with a smile. "Gabella has always been a steadfast supporter of the Holy See; there's no doubt about that."

 

"Well then, Master Aldridge."

 

The Pope carefully folded the letter and said, "If your country has no objections, I will announce the contents of this letter to the surrounding nations. What do you think?"

 

Aldridge answered without hesitation, "Of course, since we have already stated our position, there is no intention of hiding anything."

 

The Pope laughed heartily, "Well said. I won't hide it from you; His Majesty Rodney of the Aldor Kingdom has also expressed his support for the Holy See."

 

Aldridge nodded. "Everyone recognizes that the Holy See under your leadership is the authority of the Holy Light Church; those heretics that suddenly appeared from nowhere are not worth worrying about."

 

"Haha!"

 

Harrington II did not respond to his comment but instead said, "Master Aldridge, we have prepared a sumptuous dinner for you at the Golden Cathedral. Please be sure to stay."

 

"It would be an honor!"

 

Aldridge immediately stood up to express his gratitude.

 

After the dinner began, Pope Harrington II suddenly posed a question to Aldridge: "Forgive my boldness, but has the Emperor selected a successor?"

 

The Grand Mentor of the Tower of Masters furrowed his brow, seemingly feeling that the question was somewhat abrupt.

 

He quickly organized his thoughts and replied in a measured manner: "His Majesty is in the prime of life and is not in a hurry to arrange his affairs after death; he has plenty of time to carefully evaluate his children."

 

"Indeed, true; I envy his youth, unlike me, who has already aged."

 

The Pope stroked his white beard, speaking with great emotion.

 

Aldridge quickly replied, "Your spirit is incomparable to your body… Uh, may I ask who this is?"

 

He pointed to the young man beside the Pope.

 

"Anthony, he is our youngest cardinal."

 

Harrington II introduced with a smile.

 

Anthony immediately stood up and greeted Aldridge.

 

"Anthony?" Aldridge smiled and said, "Young man, your name evokes a sense of familiarity."

 

"Cardinal Anthony has just returned as an envoy from Gabella."

 

Bishop Bloom, dining with them, continued the introduction with a hint of pride.

 

"Being entrusted with such an important position as the Pope's envoy at a young age, your future is very bright."

 

Aldridge's smile widened, "So, young man, you have seen with your own eyes what Gabella is like now? Tell me, how do you see the current situation in Gabella?"

 

"Honorable Master Aldridge."

 

Anthony replied with a smile, "There's no issue; although there are some imprudent individuals, I must tell you—everything is under our control."

 

The clergy present all laughed, confident that as long as the Holy See took action and demonstrated its strength, both opposing sides in Gabella would submit, and the earlier attempts at mediation had evidently misled some.

 

"Everything is under control? Haha."

 

Aldridge raised his cup filled with juice, "Let us pray that Gabella can quickly restore order with the Holy See's assistance! Cheers!"

 

"Cheers!"

 

"Cheers!"

 

(End of the Chapter)

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