Published: July 5, 2025
The following night.
“On a night like this, a tragedy will occur.”
“Huh?”
“On a night like this, a tragedy will occur.”
“Ryo, you’re the one who will cause this tragedy, right?”
“What are you saying! I won’t cause anything. I’d rather eat this platter of three types of fried chicken.”
“That’s for sure.”
In response to Ryo's words, Abel nodded vigorously.
Dinner on the Skizblaznil Vessel was a ‘bottomless fried chicken feast.’
Under the moonlight, the deck looked like a kind of fried chicken party.
“Of course, the plain and curry flavors are delicious, but this slightly sweet and sour sauce… this one is good too.”
“Is the plain one the regular type? Yeah, that sweet and sour sauce that was said to be revealed today is good! As expected of Head Chef Kobatchi.”
“Thank you, your majesty.”
Ryo praised it, Abel also praised it, and Kobatchi responded with a smile.
The others eating were all smiling too.
Delicious food makes people smile.
Such a truth was being demonstrated on the deck.
At that moment, the three from Room 10 arrived.
Nils, who had a large platter piled high with fried chicken, Eto, who had a balanced serving of the three types even though it wasn’t much, and Amon, who despite being a slender swordsman, had a quantity on par with Nils and a perfect balance of the three types that could rival Eto.
“Delicious, fried chicken is justice!”
“As expected of Nils, you understand.”
Ryo responded with a smile to Nils’ grin.
“Nils and Amon have an amazing amount.”
“No, it’s delicious. Your majesty, you’re still eating, right?”
“I want to try a spicier version of this curry flavor.”
Abel exclaimed in surprise, Nils laughed, and Amon sought even more stimulation.
“Eto, the front-line group has quite an appetite.”
“Yeah, but I think Ryo is eating about the same amount.”
Ryo sought agreement from Eto, but he was indeed eating as much as the front-line group...
It couldn’t be helped since the fried chicken was delicious.
At the moment when the three from Room 10 went to get seconds, Abel asked Ryo.
“Earlier, did you say something about the moonlight?”
“Yes. On a night like this, a tragedy will occur.”
“Isn’t it the other way around?”
“Huh?”
“On a night when the moon isn’t out, it would be easier for various activities to happen. Those who would cause a tragedy, that is.”
“That’s true.”
Ryo involuntarily nodded at Abel’s accurate observation.
He had said something random because the moon was so beautiful… but it might be true that tragedies are easier to occur on a new moon or a cloudy night without moonlight.
“That means, no tragedy will happen tonight.”
“Yeah, everyone should be living peacefully.”
“Still, they wouldn’t be a match for us.”
“That’s right. It would be impossible to defeat this fried chicken.”
Both Ryo and Abel were enjoying their peace.
Meanwhile, around the Von Church, a situation far from peaceful was beginning to unfold.
There were twenty people.
Among the three thousand elite soldiers brought by Jaja and Zenmoshi, they were the ones skilled in combat, excelling at ambushes in the darkness of night.
“Let’s go.”
The raid team commander whispered the order.
With that, the twenty moved silently over the walls of the Von Church and infiltrated the premises.
Currently, it was eleven o'clock at night.
The church clergy should have gone to sleep by nine.
In fact, there were no lights lit in the church, and there was no sign of anyone awake.
The purpose of the raiding team was to confirm Ramun Fess and end his life.
They had yet to directly confirm Ramun Fess's whereabouts.
However, they had confirmed where he was not.
What remained was the Bishop's Palace.
It contained the bedroom of Bishop Mikita, the head of the Von Church, and several guest rooms.
They narrowed it down to one of those guest rooms.
But there was one problem.
There was a possibility that the Pope was sleeping in that guest room.
What if they encountered the Pope?
A clear order had been given.