I Became The Pope, Now What?

Kaecilus looked at the sword and the shield that fell out of nowhere. He then glanced at Sylvester in shock. “M-My Lord… This…”

Sylvester expected such a reaction. Even the most stone-faced man would fall back in shock from the view.

Sylvester proposed an offer. “You desire weapons. You shall have them. You swore to serve for the greater purpose, and it’s my duty to give you the tools. I will dig a large pit underground here and place the tools in it. After that, you may use them whenever you desire.”

Kaecilus nodded. “How many, my lord?”

“Five thousand units of each. Will that suffice?” Sylvester inquired.

“It will, Lord Bard. But how are you doing this? This sorcery… This is…” Kaecilius was confused, as any other man would be. The knowledge of Space Magic was so uncommon that people didn’t even know that something like Space magic existed. ．

Sylvester revealed a few other things at the same time to ensure the man always saw him in a greater light. “Kaecilius, now I have become an Archbishop. I will be able to do many more things, but at the same time, the eyes on me will be many. So, I will have to be discreet about helping you.”

Sylvester twisted his words to unconsciously make Kaecilius feel that he needed Sylvester and not the other way around.

Kaecilius looked at Sylvester in amazement and smelled of pure worship. “Lord Bard, how old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“Then… You’ve become an Archbishop this early, then you…”

Sylvester noticed that the slave man had become more talkative. But he didn’t like the fact that Kaecilus became so inquisitive. The man smelled of something different now. There seemed to be an ambition, something different from just wanting revenge. The man wanted to know more about the world and who runs it.

‘Is he finally realising he can become king if he does well? This sure does go according to my plan. But it’s better to ensure he doesn’t try to bite the hand that feeds him.’

“Kaecilius, your daughter and wife are safe in the Holy Land. They will live a generous life, and your daughter is already studying in a school. She will one day become a scholar. But to ensure she can remain free and happy, you must also rise. You should have understood by now that without power, this world is ruthless to honest men.

“Yes, you can be kind, generous and honest. But that does not mean you have to be weak, that you have to forgive everyone. On the contrary, the true strength is to be able to do whatever one must to fulfil their goal. In your case, you must remove a few thorns before you prepare for the bigger purpose.” Sylvester vaguely tried to guide him to become a King.

Kaecilius stood up and asked. “Lord Bard, what do you mean by that? Are you suggesting I become the very thing I swore to destroy?”

“No, I suggest you become better than him at what he does. We don’t need incompetent men in positions of power. We do not need nobles who understand nothing about a commoner’s struggles. Break the chains, break the shackles, and create a new era.” Sylvester added.

As he said that, he prepared a vast array of runes underneath his feet. There were two runes superimposed on one another. They were all brown in colour, revealing they were earth-related runes. The magic blazed through them as if raging fire.

“Now, wait and watch, Kaecilius. I do this not because I like you. This is because I can’t stand slavery. I wish to abolish it but to do that, one needs enough shocks to wake up the sleeping minds. So it can remind them of all the bad aspects of slavery. You are supposed to be that shock, Kaecilius.” Sylvester finished speaking and activated the two runes.

Shh…!’

It was prolonged and calm. The sound of something humming in the air was menacing. But it didn’t go out of the room, nor did the ground shake while the magic was being used up.

“This is not a pit of darkness, Kaecilius. This is the door to a new world, a new era that you can bring upon.” Sylvester announced.

Woosh!

Woosh!

More and more ground disappeared and made clearance for Sylvester. Then, slowly, the hole went big, as wide as ten metres from inside and as deep as thirty metres. It was like a bottle, with a tiny mouth and a large volume size.

“Now comes the blessings,” Sylvester repeated the process from before and put his hand over the meter-wide hole. Then, he started to sing a hymn and let Chonky stand on his palm.

?Let this be a blessing for the future.

ραпdα Й?νê|(сòm) Pray that the opportunity arrives sooner.

May this blessing quash away all the rumours.

O’ Solis, cure this world’s vile mental tumour.?

Chonky’s mouth invisibly opened, letting out all the swords, armour and shields into the pit. Where did they all come from? The answer was straightforward. Over the past few years, Sylvester had participated in many campaigns of small and large battles.

Every single time, a strange phenomenon was reported after the battles were over. All the equipment of the enemies would vanish with no trace. Even some bodies disappeared with no trace.

In that way, Sylvester and Miraj managed to gather so much battle equipment that he could easily raise an army for himself. An army of more than a hundred thousand strong.

Clank!

Clank!

The sound of the metal armour, swords and shields came from the pit until the sound became too close, revealing the pit was full. After that, Sylvester simply used Earth magic again and put the lid on the hole. Only Kecilius would ever know how to reach it.

“As long as you play your cards right, you will win this revolt, Kaecilius. Use these tools wisely while I will try to ensure support from the Highland Kingdom, unofficially, of course. I must take my leave now, so wait for my confirmation before you take any drastic steps. Be confident in your own abilities. But also, always see the other side as someone smarter than you. This way, you will never find yourself lacking.

“If you win this time, you might as well have just changed the world entirely, Kaecilius.” Sylvester finished his work there and proceeded towards the gate.

Seeing Sylvester in all his majesty, Kaecilus was in awe and worship. He saw Sylvester as something more than a human from the beginning, hence why he accepted Sylvester’s offer.

“I will free these lands from slavery, my lord. No more shall I allow them to use us for mere entertainment.”

‘The brainwashing from my books has seemed to work on him. I can already see some words repeated from the book.’ Sylvester was amazed by the effects of his creation.

“Farewell, Kaecilius.”

Kaecilius, for just a split second, looked at the pit full of weapons. But when he looked back at Sylvester again, the man had vanished with no trace. That left him amazed and in even more awe.

Outside, Sylvester made his way out of the underground complex. It was reasonably easy, as Miraj dealt with all the careful guards by tricking them away.

“I shouldn’t stay here in the city anymore.” Sylvester thought and decided to move into the Highland Kingdom at night. His goal was to reach the Sorrow Kingdom before getting spotted.

So Sylvester returned to the small inn and found Sir Dolorem and Bishop Lazark. They had rested already and were ready to move out at the moment’s command.

“We must move past the Highland Kingdom and enter the Sorrow Kingdom fast. There is something that we need to take care of fast. A major storm is brewing, and this time we will not only ride that storm but also direct it towards the enemies of the faith.” Sylvester revealed his plan with few details.

Sir Dolorem asked quickly. “What do you aim to do this time, Lord Bard?”

“I wish to change the landscape a little. For far too long, we’ve had kingdoms that have let go of their holy duties. They now openly go against our policies, and up until now, there have been no repercussions. It’s time a new King appears who is deeply into worship — that I preach.” Sylvester carefully added the last few words.

Bishop Lazark felt he understood everything. He was, after all, a Bishop and hence, smart enough. “You want to establish a new King in the Sorrow Kingdom?”

Sylvester smirked. “Nothing like that with Sorrow Kingdom, Bishop. Perhaps something else could happen somewhere with a little spark.”

Sir Dolorem looked at Sylvester’s face in confusion. “I will not ask you what it is, Lord Bard. I understand that there are some things better left unspoken. Nevertheless, I believe in you.”

‘I never had any doubts.’ Sylvester thought and proceeded with instructions.

“This is what we are going to do next. With our disguise, we shall find all the corrupt men from the faith and the Grand Duchy of the Patch. We will be executing them all. At that same time, a certain situation will arise that will make the Patch wage a war with the Highland Kingdom. When that happens, I need not tell you how many cards we can play.”

Bishop Lazark hummed in agreement and wondered. “But, what’s the final aim?”

“Chaos! — Endless Chaos, for it brings endless opportunities,”

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