It was the St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican City.
Inside the largest church of the headquarters of the Roman Catholic Church, crude footsteps ripped the silence in the air apart.
"Cheh, in the end, that idiot Busoni failed. Even the core of the 'Queen of the Adriatic Sea' was destroyed, and it won't appear again…really, to think of this 'Appointed Time of the Rosary', create that spell, and refined till it can be used, who does he have to thank for all that? I can't forgive this. What's more unforgivable is that he actually disappeared! Who's hiding him? Who am I supposed to exert my pressure on!!"
In this sanctuary that was engulfed in darkness, a man and a woman were walking about.
As the moonlight that shot past the glass was too weak, it was hard to see the details of those two figures.
One of them was bent like an elderly man.
The other seemed like a young lady, with a rather exquisite body.
"…But even if it's you, you're too anxious. Even though it's expected that the Anglican Church would get involved, there were obstacles all over the place even if that wasn't the case…to be honest, even if no one could intervene, that Biagio Busoni wouldn't succeed. It was a big mistake to expect that guy to deal with the flaws."
"Do you know who you're talking to? What I said is needed to be done will be done. That's the law of the world. So stupid, don't you understand even now?"
"Do you know who you're talking to?"
The old man suddenly became a lot more pressuring.
The current atmosphere was already dominated by the old man. This was a situation where one person must reign supreme; not to lower his head, but to force the other person to lower her head even if she hated it. The person hearing this must have felt like she was being grabbed by an invisible hand and forcefully pulled down. It was that kind of pressure.
However, the female figure didn't change.
"The Pope, so what?"
The female figure replied in a casual tone.
Such a frivolous tone easily shattered the situation of the old man dominating.
"…"
The old man called the Pope was obviously silent.
But the female didn't care.
"Don't be like this. You should know who the Roman Catholic Church is really under. Even if you disappear, another Pope will just take that seat. But if I disappear, no one can replace me. Can't you understand that? Do you want to try?"
"Nonsense."
The old man seemed uninterested as he interrupted the woman.
"The only person whom God personally handed the later path of Christianity is St. Peter. After that, the Popes were extremely active, but their main function is to manage the heritage. I was chosen by the crowd, and not from God. I understand that, so don't say it. It's painfully obvious, yet I had to say it again. I'm really angry."
"But didn't you want it? Not by the number of votes, but the one and only evidence of being chosen by God. And to revive the Roman Catholic Church, you're not relying on the majority, but like past Christianity, using only the teachings and will to decide the path."
"…I've already told you not to repeat it again."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But in my eyes, you really can't make it. You're still qualified, so you couldn't achieve it. Speaking of which, the Pope was chosen by an election. To be chosen can be considered an honor. But you're not satisfied. The reason is simple: while the Son of God and his disciples were preaching, Christianity was a minor sect among the many ideas. Even though it was a minor sect, their power could win most people. Thus, you feel that getting the majority of the votes has no Holy value. What you believe in is like me, being unrestricted by voting, yet you kept getting only votes…is that troublesome? Or is being bothered by this luxury?"
"!!"
The old man quickly turned his head about.
Pacha, an inexplicable breaking sound could be heard.
Regarding this inexplicable scenario, the female figure didn't move. However, the tension and margin between these two's attitudes had already shown an incomprehensible offensive and defensive result.
"Not a bad malicious intent."
The woman laughed.
"But if you're going to show some malice to me, you'll die, you know?"
After saying that, the female showed her tongue.
The sound of metal colliding could be heard.
There was a tongue ring in her tongue, and attached to the tongue ring was a little chain that was used for a necklace. The chain extended down past her waist, and there was a little Cross attached to it.
"…"
The man and the woman maintained a foot's distance between them.
Unhappily, and with a little hint of envy, the man muttered,
"—God's Right Seat. To you, the Pope isn't really anything, right?"
"Just knowing that I belong to that 'group' shows that you're still a high-ranking person. Aren't you satisfied with that?"
The woman seemed like she had been attacked by something, but she looked like she didn't care.
She laughed and said,
"After seeing this, give me a signature."
"You're ordering me?...Wait, this document is…"
"You would prepare this information one day, maybe two to three years later. I just shortened the time. Though it's troublesome, your signature is really powerful. Hurry up and finish it before the sun rises. It'll be over once you write your own name."
"But…"
The old man looked hesitant.
"…I still can't agree with it. Forget about it if he has a really deep link with magic, but that person only doesn't know the existence of God. Though it's a sin to have a pagan belief, if he doesn't know, there's a way to save him. Regarding this, if you're going to do it like this, I can only say that I disagree with it…"
"I don't have a denying style."
The female figure asserted herself.
"Passiveness, imperativeness, teamwork, solo, past, future, finishing, assumption, what's after that? I don't care what it is, I just can't agree with denying it. I said I want to do this, and I will. No matter whether it's St. Peter or the Son of God, this rule won't change. So you're going to sign this document, got it?"
The old man held the document and gently nodded his head.
One could see him reveal a somewhat bitter look.
"Very good."
After saying that, the female figure disappeared in the darkness.
Had she really disappeared, or had she purposely acted like she disappeared? The old man didn't consider it. Even if he couldn't analyze what the other person used, there wasn't really a problem. No matter what, that woman was far ahead of him, even if he couldn't tell if she was above him.
He turned to stare at the document.
Inside the light-lit Cathedral, there was only a dim moonlight shooting in through the glass. The old man's eyes gazed at the words which weren't really visible in the darkness.
(…She's a bit too impatient. Is that her habit?)
Even though he thought of this, that woman had decided on this, so he would just leave it as it was. Like what she had declared, that woman didn't have a denying style.
The old man unhappily returned to his room.
There was no pen there.
The document read,
'Toma Kamijo.
Potrebbe investigare urgentemente? Quando lui è pericolso, lo uccida di sicuro.'
It meant 'Kamijou Touma. Quickly investigate the above named person. If he's confirmed to be an enemy of God, eliminate him'.
Even if the Roman Catholic Church wanted to mobilize, or even send out God's Right Seat, they had to prepare a document to allow an assassination.
The order would be carried out within 5 days.