But no matter who saw this sight, they would instinctively think that this was the Demon King.
—This corpse emanated an aura of that magnitude!
"Is this the Demon King?"
Dark completely reined in his playful mood, his expression turning grave.
Things had ultimately developed to this point. Though he had not been the one to lead them here, the role he had played in it was of utmost importance.
Until the future had been written, he could not be certain whether what he had done was right.
Nothing had been decided.
Anything was possible.
Just like the corpse before them: before anyone confirmed that it was dead, it could be alive, or it could be dead.
The two bishops raised their staffs high, creating more chains of light that further bound the Demon King's corpse before lifting it into the air.
"Bring it up."
The Pope's voice was calm yet commanding.
The two bishops carried the Demon King's corpse toward the altar.
The Pope walked ahead, holding "Wrath of God."
A moment later, the entire group had arrived atop the altar.
The two bishops waved their staffs and moved the Demon King's corpse to the center of the altar.
Archbishop Norris nodded at the approaching Pope. After merely exchanging glances, the Holy Church's two highest-ranking figures swiftly began to act.
For this "Demon King Execution Ceremony," they had no intention of putting on much of a show.
They had not even brought along the scholar Abel Yerkes, who had initially been meant to mislead the public.
They only wanted to carry out the plan step by step, then let those who enjoyed reading between the lines interpret it for themselves.
The eight bishops, excluding Saint Son Evan Pearson and Saintess Audrey Jeanne d'Arc, moved as instructed to the eight