The golden sun of Romagna was warming the cobblestone road leading to San Midre Cathedral.

 

Around the fountain where the statue of the Holy Mother was built, plump white pigeons are gathered as usual to enjoy the afternoon sunbathing.

Such easygoing and bold creatures, they didn’t look at people even when they sat close.

 

Even if it was a cardinal that made even an arrogant nobleman shiver.

 

To be fair, that side also didn’t pay much attention to the flock of pigeons.

 

The young cardinal’s broad shoulders were not just a perch for pigeons, but also messenger birds with elegant golden tails.

 

One of the birds quickly flew from the northern capital across the sea to the Papal States, Romagna and proudly completed his mission.

 

Although he deserved an award, the man who finished reading the letter remained silent for a while.

 

His black hair, which glowed blue in the sun, tanned copper skin, deep dark blue eyes, and sculpture-like facial features, boasted devilish beauty.

 

Sitting still, barely blinking, there was no sign of humaneness in him.

 

“You must be really worried.”

 

In the end, a servant, who was standing nearby pretending to feed the pigeons, broke the silence first.

 

In contrast to his superior, the elegant handsome man, he had dark red hair and a scar across one eye.

 

It was amazing how pigeons fed what he ate without running away.

 

“I’m worried.”

 

“Well, I’m glad she got home safely. Your brother-in-law has been searching through Elendale for four days. She feels better, apparently.”

 

“…….”

 

sea. You don’t trust me completely

 

look into his superior’s letter and then pretend to not know about

 

Pietro,

 

oversmart him, he’d

difficult to find again a loyal servant like

 

of all monsters, cruelty to even make Satan cry, the ability to infiltrate shadows,

 

“It’s a surprise.”

 

have also been

 

surprise how long you’ve been so

 

didn’t budge at all, despite

 

kept talking,

 

the obedient lady would make such a fuss? Well, if it was someone your sister’s age, you never know what they’d do. Don’t you think it’s

 

he

 

than a paper towel to

 

who stood up stiffly and insisted

 

little different. It was not his choice to

 

of his father, the Pope, was crucial. The fact alone is irritating, and the point that he had

 

the Pope’s child. Cesare didn’t like him since he was a knight, but when he finished researching

 

to the

 

was this uncomfortable

the fact that Rudbeckia, whom he had asked to stay quiet, broke his instructions and made

 

already annoying.

 

knight of the North and cut

 

would have taken

 

have broken his limbs twice, but I don’t know how that would be fine

 

lowered his hand holding the letter and a smirk appeared on his

 

had Pietro managed to

 

always in his

 

unchanged, even though now, she

 

the moment, there was no way to know the cause of this

 

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