Volume 6, Chapter 33 – A Plan for the Church

After returning to the inn in Mitters Bayer, it was already two in the afternoon.

The air was still very cold. The pale sun was hidden by thin clouds, and a gloomy, oppressive feeling filled the air. This was the kind of weather Yisi hated the most when she was staying at home—going out was an exception; muddy or scorching sun would make one want to curse God.

Picking up the already cold tea on the table and downing it in one gulp, Yisi let out a soft sigh.

“Haa, I thought it would take a long time, but it’s only two o’clock.”

The normal dinner time in this other world was between five and six o’clock. The remaining three hours were neither long nor short, a rather awkward length of time for doing anything.

“I’ll take a nap first. Julius won’t give in so easily for a while. The plan needs to be implemented slowly.”

While thinking about such things, Yisi fell backward onto the bed. The good elasticity made her whole body bounce in the air for a moment. She grabbed the quilt by the bed, which had been folded by either Camilla or Mary, and covered herself with it very perfunctorily, staring blankly at the wood-grained ceiling.

“Making Julius give in…”

She currently has two goals. First, to do something for Evelyn as compensation for taking the necklace. Second, to make Julius change his mind and ensure that after the church cured the Fallen with the magic medicine, those cured Fallen would not be used as tools of war.

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“The former is easier to say. The second is fraught with difficulties.”

Making Julius change his mind was probably more difficult than meeting a god. Yisi had thought of a plan before. A huge structure often begins to collapse from within. She only needed to drive Julius from power and let someone who could agree with her ideas take his place. Although the Pope could not change the fundamental doctrine of human supremacy, he had the absolute say on whether or not to send the Fallen to the battlefield. However, there were many problems with this. First, how to ensure that the new Pope would not become a second Julius. Second, how to drive Julius from power.

Burning Julius to a crisp was of course simple, but it did not conform to her principles. If she had killed someone, there would be no turning back. Moreover, after Julius’s death, the logical successor would be Evelyn. And from the information that was occasionally revealed in Evelyn’s words, it could be seen that Evelyn’s position was not as high as she had imagined, and she was even inferior to the cardinals who stood on Julius’s side. She was more like a mascot to stabilize people’s hearts than a leader. It would be very difficult for such a person to smoothly take over power. Even if she did, whether she could command the respect of the masses was another problem.

A low grunt came from her throat. Yisi wriggled and turned over. The ceiling in front of her immediately became the empty doorway. Influenced by horror movies, Yisi didn’t like to look at the door when she was lying down. She always felt that something like a ghost would suddenly appear in front of the door. But now that she was thinking about something, Yisi failed to notice this.

“To enhance Evelyn’s influence in the church, have her launch a coup and become the new Pope… and it has to be done in a short period of time. If I waste too much time here, my youth will slip away.”

A silent coup was certainly a safe bet, but she didn’t have that much time and interest to play games with Julius. The status of the Fallen must be changed, not only for the Fallen, but also for Fran, Shinku, and Mary. The church was not the only option. If the plan failed, she could also achieve her goal by giving the magic medicine to the Empire and the Kingdom. They would be very happy to see the church’s foundation shaken among the believers.

But by then, Evelyn, who had intended to launch a coup and seize Julius’s position, would become a public target.

Yisi shook her head.

“No, it’s a problem whether Evelyn will agree to cooperate with me.”

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Her thoughts had reached a stalemate, and Yisi couldn’t help but have the idea of backing down—perhaps the best solution was to just show her cards to Evelyn, telling her that she was the one who had stolen the necklace and could provide her with the magic medicine. Although Evelyn might use the loss of the necklace as an excuse to extort a large amount of magic medicine from her, it would save a lot of trouble in the process. Evelyn would continue to be the next Pope with no future in sight, and she could set off again with her companions without any adventure in between.

Except for the unwillingness.

It was like running away from the boss challenge when you’ve reached the final level of a game, admitting that you’ve failed. Even if this was just an imaginary enemy in Yisi’s heart, it was hard for her to just whistle and say “it’s nothing.”

“And there’s also ‘that’.”

The Omniscient Map had already told her a lot. What the church was doing, and what they planned to do. From a ‘human’ perspective, Yisi could not agree with the church’s actions.

Whether to participate in the gamble or pretend not to see, her chest felt as if it were covered by a thick cloud. The oppressive and heavy feeling made it difficult for Yisi to breathe. As if to fill her lungs, Yisi took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling again.

“…I’ll take a nap first.”

She closed her eyes.

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When she woke up, it was already dusk. The sun was about to sink behind the mountains, and the setting sun cast long shadows on the wall. The clamor outside the window only intensified the deserted atmosphere in the room.

Opening her eyes, Yisi sat up, took out a kettle from her inventory to wet her hands, and patted her face. She immediately felt much more awake. Then she glanced at the Omniscient Map.

“I only slept for less than two hours.”

There was still more than an hour until dinner. Time became even more difficult to bear.

It’s so inconvenient that there’s no internet in this world.

“Well, if I continue to sleep, the night will be the difficult part.”

She didn’t want to toss and turn in the middle of the night, unable to sleep.

Noticing a familiar light dot on the Omniscient Map—Evelyn was nearby—Yisi, who had been bored, suddenly became interested. Of course, what interested her was not Evelyn herself, but what she was doing. On the Omniscient Map, Shalu Ymir was surrounded by six light dots. At first glance, it seemed as if Evelyn had been ambushed by the Fallen again, but the level of the people surrounding her did not exceed five. They were just ordinary grunts.

“I’ll go watch the fun to pass the time.”

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Straightening her messy blue magic robe and silver pigtails, Yisi revealed a smile like that of someone who had discovered their prey. She propped her hands on the windowsill, flipped out of the inn, and soon arrived at the alley where Evelyn was.

Six burly men of various sizes were all stripped naked, with only their underwear on in the middle of winter. As if they didn’t know what pain was, they were prostrating themselves on the ground, their heads banging against it. Evelyn, holding two divine staffs, stood before them, her long, narrow green eyes filled with nothing but satisfaction as she looked down from above at the men begging for mercy.

It seemed she had arrived a step too late. The show was already over. Evelyn had taken care of the people who had been looking for trouble with her.

Although these local ruffians were also at fault, she didn’t share Evelyn’s interest in watching men cry and beg. Yisi pretended to be passing by and walked out from around the corner, waving at Evelyn.

“Yo, Evelyn, what are you doing here?”

Yisi’s appearance clearly ruined Evelyn’s mood. The latter pouted and, in a tone as if ordering slaves, told the men to scram. Then, she walked slowly to Yisi and handed her a divine staff with a little bear sculpture on top.

Since Evelyn was already on the threshold of adulthood and was half a head taller than Yisi, Yisi had to look up slightly to see her face clearly.

“Here, I came to return this to you. Thanks to you yesterday, otherwise I would have either become a bargaining chip for that group of Fallen to threaten the church with, or I would have died on the street.” As if very unwilling, Evelyn turned her face to the side. “I owe you one.”