The Judgment Center of the Theocracy

Time always passed quickly in the Theocracy— as quickly as the last day of a vacation.

Before anyone knew it, the clear afternoon sky was already nearing dusk.

After the Grand Banquet ended, Iver and the others headed to the Eighteenth Circle.

They had already received word while they were still eating—the "rat" had been captured by the Pope Guard.

The target was clearly a Fifth Level Extraordinary Professional, an elite powerhouse that even national organizations could hardly boast of possessing in numbers. Yet the elves of the Theocracy had captured him more easily than they would a chicken. Apparently, he had not even attempted to resist. After the Pope Guard identified themselves and explained their purpose, he had surrendered immediately.

From the incident to the arrest and detention of the assassin, less than two hours had passed. And that was without even putting the "Magic Mirror" into use.

Since the man had been found in the Eighteenth Circle, they had simply locked him up there. Now, they were waiting for the Pure White Saintess and the "Acting Pope" to personally come and interrogate him.

—Although the Most Holy Crown had not yet been formally transferred, Iver had already become this era's Eternal Pope after the election ceremony ended. He naturally had to personally look into something this important.

"Is Pope Your Majesty coming to take a look as well?"

At the Eighteenth Circle, Cardinal Dominic, who had come to receive them, asked with a smile.

"Only the Acting Pope."

Iver corrected her soberly. "Your true Pope is still Her Highness Grey."

The Cardinal responsible for managing the Eighteenth Circle was Cardinal Dominic.

Among all the Cardinals in the Theocracy with their exaggerated attire, she could almost be called the wildest.

The Cardinal Bishop's robe she wore resembled less a