The Theocracy Is Doomed! The Council State Assembles

The Divine Emissary had actually come?

The Cardinals hurriedly bowed one after another, offering their highest respects. Their faces were full of shock and bewilderment.

Six hundred years ago.

The hope of humanity, the benevolent Six Great Gods, had descended!

After using their absolute power to save humanity from disaster, they had led the survivors to the northwestern corner of the continent's frontier and founded the Slane Theocracy!

The gods had returned to the divine realm one after another—had passed away. Even Lord Surshana, the God of Death who held sway over beginnings, death, disease, and every other calamity, had departed.

But!

The God of Death's first attendant, a true Divine Emissary, had guarded this nation ever since.

That attendant was the dark-red Mummy Cat before them—Lord Rufus, the Divine Emissary!

"Seeing you reminds me of the first Cardinals. How nostalgic, meow~"

The Red Mummy Cat crouched atop Zesshi Zetsumei's head, his deep, obsidian-like eyes watching the bowing Cardinals. "I already know everything that happened."

"He has been gone a very long time, meow~

"I believe Lord Surshana and the other rulers will descend again."

"Meow~ Time means nothing to an Undead."

His voice was soft!

He spoke as though he were simply telling a story. Paired with the occasional peculiar "meow," it even sounded a little cute.

Yet every Cardinal stood rigid, his face solemn.

The Divine Emissary had not left the underground palace in centuries. Even they, the Theocracy's highest authorities, saw him only when they assumed the office of Cardinal.

At that time, each went alone to the underground palace to explain his doctrine and duties to the Divine Emissary.

Put simply, it was a chance for the Divine Emissary to become familiar with their faces. But he usually remained asleep and paid them no attention.

Now!