"Your Holiness, you only need to sign here."
Beatrice mechanically picked up the pen and signed her name in the corner of the document.
She had been Pope for several days now.
Everything had gone unexpectedly smoothly. Unlike what she had imagined, there had been no bloody upheaval—at least, none of it had touched her in the slightest.
That day, after running into the Candlelight Society's army before the imperial palace, she had accepted the triple crown from Hela—the nun veiled in black—and become the Pope of the Candlelight Society.
After assassinating the Empress, the "Prince" had escaped, breaking through the encirclement of the palace guards and the Church's army. Yet Beatrice remembered that he had clearly been nothing more than an ordinary person.
And so, the throne had been left vacant.
The nobles of Rhine had settled down. The noble council, which had once been capable of erupting into chaos over the smallest matter, was now quiet as mice, allowing the throne to remain empty without a single objection.
But beyond Rhine, the Empire's dukes did not seem nearly as settled.
Beatrice had issued quite a few documents lately, many of them condemning several lords within the realm. Their wording was so harsh that even she found it startling.
Perhaps the Empire would soon fall into chaos—no, it had already fallen into chaos. She simply could not feel it because she had remained behind closed doors in the Holy See of Rhine.
"Lord Joan, thank you for your hard work." Hela removed the signed document from the desk and prepared to leave.
"Hela, how is the matter I asked about before?"
Beatrice asked uneasily.
Of course, she knew she was Pope in name only, but she had still tried to make a few not-too-unreasonable requests—to help her investigate what