Holy Land Mary Geoise.
Pangaea Castle.
The Room of Authority.
The room's white interior was trimmed with gold, lavishly appointed.
But the atmosphere was oppressive and heavy.
Inside the room, five elderly men sat on three sofas, looking rather imposing.
Facing them stood Saint Shamrock and his subordinates.
Judging by the room's current arrangement...
The Five Elders sat high above, while the travel-worn Saint Shamrock stood below, giving the impression of senior leaders reprimanding a junior official.
"Shamrock, you've disappointed us greatly." The blond, sword-bearing Elder spoke sternly. "We sent you out to suppress the rebels quickly. We never imagined that a mere alliance of a few rebels and pirates would drive you back, leaving you to return empty-handed."
Saint Shamrock lowered his head, hiding his expression, but inwardly he cursed.
A bunch of useless men sitting in the Holy Land, enjoying lives of comfort and pleasure.
You've never faced those monsters yourselves. How can you stand there spouting such nonsense?
He forced down his anger and countered, "Those weren't ordinary rebels. During the fighting, I could feel that man called Billy growing stronger all the time. Not to mention the man behind him, Pero..."
Clang!
The sword-bearing Elder knocked his sword against the floor, cutting off Saint Shamrock's excuses.
He said disdainfully, "Leaving Billy aside for the moment."
"Pero? Nothing more than a lucky pirate. Would he dare set a single foot in the Holy Land?"
"With the five of us and your Holy Knights here, we could easily suppress him. Killing him would be no problem. That figure who appeared in history was disposed of by us in exactly that way. We wouldn't even need that lord to act!"
"Your knights, on the other hand, can't even handle trash like this. Perhaps we should consider whether your status