Racial confidence meant knowing the path one had taken and the glory one had achieved.
If a country's history only taught humiliation,
then it would worship all things foreign.
Lynn had reclaimed the Black Crown and the authority he had once possessed.
Sometimes, Lynn wondered—
if he had worked harder back then,
would the story have already changed?
Instead of becoming a leader through military and political means,
what if he had followed the path of a villain-protagonist?
Knocking someone down when the time was right,
while constantly growing stronger himself.
Just like in a Western fantasy adventure story.
He wasn't the one with the greatest individual strength.
Since the original protagonist was Leticia, it had seemed like a classic harem story.
But this was a different route.
The Pope seemed to have noticed the Church's corruption too.
That made sense.
After all, during the Empire's catastrophe more than twenty years ago,
the Church had indeed supported the Empire.
Meanwhile, the Eastern Nations had not only refused to help, but the Kingdom of Ivrea had also kicked them when they were down.
All things considered, the Pope had done some good.
Lynn opened the information on the New Church in the Central Lands, another church.
He read as he walked.
Ria curiously leaned her head over to take a look.
Both of them widened their eyes.
"The New Church in the Central Lands really is demonic."
"They'll do anything."
Child molestation, sacrificial rituals—everything was there.
There were even pictures reminiscent of Lion Camel Ridge and Corpse Tuo Forest.
Bones piled into mountains, skeletons filling the sea, human hair spread like carpets, rotting flesh covering the earth, and human sinews wrapped around trees, dried and glinting like silver.
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. They even captured living