on about the reason.

If someone suddenly grabbed the passer-by and stopped them, I actually had a pretty good idea why.

It would likely be about money.

“As a matter of fact, Lord, as a devout member of the Church, haven’t you been missing a lot of donations lately?”

“… donations.”

This is a situation where Shuron himself admitted to being a member of the Church.

As far as the topic of offerings goes, Schron doesn’t have much of an excuse.

If he went on a long rant here, he was likely to get slapped down for saying the wrong thing.

It was a trap that made me think that how fearsome this guy was.

“I’m afraid we don’t have enough money to build the church, so we’re going to need a lot of donations.”

There was only one way to avoid this.


Schron would call out the amount first.

If it wasn’t enough to make the other person feel insulted, he would probably be embarrassed and move on.

So Schron tried to tell Roan a modest sum that he had calculated in his head.

“If we’re going to build a temple, of course I’m going to make an donation, for the sake of the Church and Great One……!”

“A 30% of the tribute you brought should be enough.”

But Roan was quicker to speak up.

Just as Schron was about to say the amount, Roan interrupted and declared the amount.

Moreover, the goods they were carrying were called tribute.

It was a particularly patronizing choice of words, even though the goods were all his.

Upon hearing Roan’s words, Schron’s voice broke.

“No, it’s…”

“And there’s one more thing I’d like to ask of the Lord.”

Of course, Schron was not given the opportunity to make excuses.

The atmosphere in the room was already overwhelming.

There was no point in dragging the subject back to the previous stage.

Schron bit his lip, realizing that the Archbishop in front of him was no ordinary bidder.

The bread in his mouth felt like it might regurgitate.

He would have to pay 30% of the goods he was carrying for the soft bread and the fruit they had picked up nearby woods.

It was like paying a toll to a bandit.

“Huh… How else may I assist you?”

Schron sighed again.

By now, he felt like giving up.

What difference would one more favor make, he thought, when he’d already given them everything he had to give?

I should be thankful that they hadn’t taken it all away.

As Schron stared at the table, head down, Roan brought up the next matter.

“We would like to use the Lord’s carriage to bring four people into the city.”

“??? Wait, you want me to let them into the city?”

The next matter of the archbishop’s order was about the city.

Use Schron’s loaded carriage to avoid the city’s checkpoints.

Schron looked puzzled at this change of subject.


It made sense why the Archbishop had insisted on a tribute of 30% of the cargo.

It seemed to be a plan to ensure there was room in the carriage for people.

“That’s right.”

“Hmm…”

Letting people in without being inspected proved to be a challenge for Schron.

The difficulty of getting people inside aside, the very act of engaging with the cultists inside was dangerous.

It would be difficult for even Schron to escape punishment if caught associating with the cultists.

What words should he use to refuse Roan’s offer?

As Shuron pondered the question, Roan added something significant.

“Of course, once inside, you needn’t worry about the rest, for among the nobles of the Count’s household are devout followers of our God.”

“You said the Count has… followers of our God?”

“Yes.
There is a slight misunderstanding that is preventing us from entering, but it is a misunderstanding that will be resolved once we enter.”

The Count, who rules the city, stands behind the cultists.

Schron’s chest tightens as he realises that the situation is even more complicated than before.

Coming from a cultist, it was hard to believe.
But if what he said was true, the situation was exactly the opposite of what it had been before.

If he did not grant their request, his position in the city would be disadvantaged.

As Schron weighed the options, the screams of a whipped coachman echoed in his ears.

“Can I really trust you?”

“You lack faith, for I was about to tell you that the Lord, a faithful followers of our God, would be able to gain the favour of the Church and the Count.”

“N-no, how could I have doubted the Archbishop’s word? I just wanted to be sure.”

“You are a thorough man, my lord, and of course, if this matter is settled, your lordship will be granted a nobleman’s favour.”

Your lordship had already suffered a great loss.

If there was anything to be gained, it had to be gained somehow.

It was a risky proposition, but one that could pay off handsomely if it worked.

Tap.! Tap.! Tap.!

Facing Schron, Roan’s fingers slowly began to tap on the table.

It moved faster with each passing second, seeming to hasten Schron’s response.

How many times did Roan’s fingers tap on the desk?

After a long pause, Shuron made a decision.

“I will do it.”

Of course, Shuron’s choice was to accept Roan’s offer.

Not that he had other choice.

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