Avignon, Papal Palace.
At the mention of palaces and churches, the first impressions that naturally came to mind were solemnity and splendor.
A sacred, solemn church.
A resplendent palace.
That was probably what people imagined the Papal Palace to be like, wasn't it?
However, the Papal Palace was not actually like that.
Because this palace was not meant for residence, but for confinement.
The true Papal Palace resembled a medieval fortress, a structure piled up from stone that gave one a sense of oppression just by looking at it.
If the aura it gave off had a color, it would surely be gray.
Its outer walls stood more than ten meters high. It was utterly impossible for an ordinary person to climb over them.
Within such a Papal Palace, monks dressed in robes stood guard with tense expressions.
They did not feel like clergy either, but rather soldiers. Their guard stances were meticulous, and they gave off an even more grim, murderous air. Clearly, they were not to be trifled with.
These people were magical troops affiliated with the Roman Orthodox Church. Their original duty was not to guard a Key Point like this, but to exterminate and expel threatening heretics. They were equivalent to the executors of the Holy Church in the Type-Moon World, and every one of them possessed considerable combat power.
There were three hundred and thirty-three of them. Once deployed in battle, unless they faced a powerful magical faction like English Puritanism or the Russian Orthodox Church, they could even capture an organization's headquarters.
If Stiyl had been here, even if he used his signature Innocentius, he might only barely have been able to deal with four or five of them.
Even if Kanzaki came here, if she confronted all three hundred and thirty-three monks head-on,