Killing a Cardinal Archbishop Before the Holy Mountain, the Pope's Cold-Blooded Scheme

Killing a Cardinal Archbishop Before the Holy Mountain, the Pope's Cold-Blooded Scheme

A few months earlier, Ryan had been incredibly busy.

The threat of the Orcs was close at hand. The lands under the Northern Military Council were riddled with hidden dangers. The Empire's war in the South could ignite into a world-scale all-out war at any moment. Several provinces in the Empire's Northlands also demanded much of his time and energy.

In just a few short months, Ryan had built considerable mutual understanding with the other provinces of the Northlands and become open or secret allies with quite a few nobles among them.

The Northern Military Council had thoroughly proven its value to this land. Ryan had also forcibly twisted the various agendas within these lands into a single rope. No matter what lay beneath the surface, there would be no surprises when facing outsiders.

As for the threat of the Orcs, those Werewolves now had to report to him before approaching human lands.

The disputes between the Empire and The Church in the South had never had much to do with him. The geographical distance was simply too great, cutting off every possibility.

However, as reports of victory kept arriving from the South, Ryan could sense that The Church would probably find it difficult to completely fall out with the Empire.

Because of morale.

After one defeat after another, even the wealthy Church of Dawn had suffered an extremely severe blow to its morale.

Without morale, there could be no war.

Having reached that conclusion, Ryan knew he could finally relax.

What kind of world would it be?

Ryan looked at his Spirituality Panel.

Birds circled in the sky.

Dawn's Holy Mountain was not merely a single mountain. Surrounding it were tens of thousands of square