The beautiful Princess Hero.
Saintya, a religious powerhouse. The Popes were confused by the oracle. Then a letter arrived. It was from the person from the Oracle herself.
(I have something important to tell you about this oracle. This is an urgent request, but I would very much like to visit you today and have a talk with the Popes. Although this is an urgent request, I will wait for you if you are not immediately available.)
The letter, written in beautiful, careful handwriting, was signed Rosarin Barton.
However, it would take half a month by boat from Christia to Saintya. The Popes thought it was practically impossible, but they were prepared for any eventuality.
“R, report! There’s an enormous white bird in the skies!”
A priest rushed into the Popes' conference room.
“Don't panic, Saintya is protected by the Divine Protection of the Gods.”
“That barrier was not effective!”
“What!?”
“Hahahahahaha! I will go defeat it, then!”
The Warrior Pope, whose brain was made of muscle, started to run.
“Warrior Pope-sama!?”
“Wait a moment!”
The armed priests hurried after him. The Knowledge, Technique, and Magic Popes also headed outside.
It was a messenger, a Divine Messenger. In a panic, the Popes other than Warrior Pope shouted to the priests to disarm themselves. By the way, the Warrior Pope was kicked by the Technique Pope, but it didn't seem to work.
“Oh my, I seem to have caused a commotion.”
That voice was not loud, but it certainly echoed around the place. A cool, dignified voice. It came from the bird sent by the Gods.
A beautiful woman descended slowly, her carriage alone revealing her to be of noble stature. The woman was wearing a softly shining silver dress and was being escorted by a Beastman wearing a jet-black ceremonial dress of the same design. Her hair was blue-silver mixed with black, and her eyes were deep purple crystal eyes that seemed to absorb everything she looked at. Her face was somewhat fierce, but she was as beautiful as if she had just stepped out of a story, and her body was as magnificent as a statue of the Goddess of Magic.
Everyone was gazing at the radiant beauty.
All the Popes bowed to the beautiful woman. It was a bow of the utmost respect to Gods. The priests were surprised, but followed their example and bowed in the same manner.
“I am sorry for my sudden visit. My name is Rosalind Barton, a Hero from the oracle. This is my husband, Dirk Barton, and my friend and Beneficiary, Kuranosuke Muramatsu.”
There was also a small old man, though he was hidden by the beautiful man and woman.
“I did not know you were so beautiful, Hero… our Princess Hero chosen by the Gods, we welcome you with open arms.”
“Kurarin hates that old man.”
(...............)
The place froze with a single word from the inconspicuous old man.
“Oh my, is that so?”
“Yeah. That old man was mean to Kurarin.”
“My, oh my… just what did you do to this friend of mine?”
Scaaaaaryyyyyy!!
An icy, murderous atmosphere was emanating from the beautiful woman! And because she was as well-formed as a statue, she had the presence of a God or a Devil itself.
“I, isn’t there some kind of misunderstanding!?”
“Hmm, let’s see… Kurarin, I told you that you can always rely on me if something happened. The enemies of my friends are my enemies. I will certainly exterminate them for you.”
“Yeah. Kurarin will tell Rosarin if she gets bullied again.”
The old man spoke like a toddler, but the beauty was terrifying! She definitely thinks there was no misunderstandiiing!!
I would love to ask her to leave, but we are dealing with a Hero from the oracle. If she wants to dismantle the temple, we have no choice but to obey her. After all, Gods were asking us to obey her.
Both the priests and the Popes turned pale as they welcomed the beautiful Hero.
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