I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 182 Call Me Your Majesty
These days, can't you even go out without a special or eccentric personality?
Ron silently complained to himself.

The Holy See is teeming with talent, far surpassing the Stardust Society, which has exceeded Ron's expectations.

Coster, a narcissistic man with a morbid obsession with perfection, whose behavior borders on neuroticism.
There was also the chief judge, whose greed bordered on inhumanity and whose pursuit and thirst for power was pathological.
And now, there's another archbishop in white robes who's always swearing and seems to be naturally irritable and prone to anger.

Even the president, whom Ron often criticized in his mind, was not this tough when they first met.

Seeing the astonished look on Ron's face, Saint Lillian didn't care at all. She arrogantly raised her head and said as if recalling something:

"You know what? When I killed my first person, you probably weren't even born yet."

"Warm blood flowed into the corner of my mouth. I chopped for three days and three nights without blinking, and I didn't even feel scared."

At this point, the white-haired, blood-eyed woman licked her lips.

"Do you know what happened to the person I killed later?"

"How is it?" Ron asked instinctively.

"They were terrified of me, screaming 'demon, devil,' like lambs to the slaughter."

"However, I was still kind-hearted in the end and didn't hold it against them."

"Just bite off a big chunk of flesh from them, so that their bodies can be with me forever, forever."

Having said that, her blood-red, unadulterated eyes fixed on Ron, and Saint Lillian's neurotic smile widened.

It's as if to say, if you don't listen, you'll be next.

This was like shouting "I'm mentally ill, murder is not a crime!" in a past life—a declaration of independence that successfully made Ron's face turn pale, and he exclaimed in horror:

"What will you do with the poop they produce after digesting them? If you expel it, won't they be unable to stay together forever?!"

Saint Eileen's lips stiffened instantly, and before she could fully react, she saw the boy in front of her turn even paler.

"Could it be that you...could it be that you pulled them out and ate them?!"

Ron was horrified, as if he were looking at a monster.

"Screw you, the important thing is I'm in danger!!!"

"Who the hell made you worry about whether I need to poop or not?!"

"If you keep babbling, I'll shove it all into your mouth!"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy stumbled back several steps, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Because for no apparent reason, he associated it with "Eat Feces Well 2.0".

"If you don't want to be eaten by me, then you'd better confess properly, otherwise..."

Seeing that the boy was frightened by the story she had made up, Saint Lillian rested her chin on her hand and suddenly brought her blood-red eyes close to Ron's.

Sunlight streamed down from the sky, casting a golden glow upon her white hair, making the bishop's appearance even more sacred.

However, Ron's next words shattered everything instantly.

“Madam, in alchemy, equivalent exchange is an immutable law, and I think we should do the same. I can only answer you after you answer one of my questions.”

This is his last line of defense as a normal human being against a monster that eats shit!
"Yes, that's very fair, but I have limited patience."

The white-robed archbishop smiled confidently, having already prepared his remarks to reveal some Vatican secrets.

Seeing this, Ron's face relaxed a little, and then without even pausing, he asked the question that had always been of great curiosity to him.

What does poop taste like?

"This is an academic question."

The boy quickly added.

The atmosphere beneath the towering tree suddenly became heavy, and Ron could clearly sense that the bishop was trying her best to suppress the violence within her.

“Let’s change the question,” she said coldly, her blood-red eyes turning extremely hostile.

Well, it seems I'll have to ask the "God of Wisdom" about this; He might know.
Ron felt a pang of regret, but he kept asking again:
"Madam, what kind of person is Cyrus VII in your eyes?"

Upon hearing this question, Saint Eileen's expression softened slightly, and she raised her chin slightly as she recalled:
"He was a good person. His faith was warm, his sermons were powerful, his judgments were insightful, and he was more devout to God than anyone else."

"He treats his subordinates very well and never makes things difficult for anyone."

"Hey, don't fucking look at me like that, I'm not lying!"

Seeing Ron's suspicious look, Saint Eileen rolled her eyes in annoyance and continued:
“Since you are a practitioner of holy light, you should know that only the devout and kind can attain the position of Pope.”

"If one still harbors evil thoughts, or only intends to get married and have children, and has lost the purity of being a virgin, then one's life will probably only be limited to that of a priest."

So that's how it is. No wonder Priest Bain has never been promoted.
Ron suddenly realized, and as soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he saw those eyes that were like a blood moon.

He quickly coughed and organized his thoughts.

"The Holy Light God has indeed encountered a problem, but I do not know the specifics."

At this point, he casually added:

"Maybe it's because you guys made him angry?"

"Get the hell out of here!"

-

Inside the grand hall of Hainlet Castle, where a magnificent throne stands.

Catherine, carrying a heavy crown made of gold and jewels, walked step by step toward the high throne.

Finally, she sat down and placed the incredibly heavy crown on her golden head.

At this moment, Miss Wang nodded, seemingly quite satisfied with the results of the drill.

Then, she looked ahead, as if there was a reliable figure on that thick red carpet.

Immediately afterwards, Catherine, exuding authority, spoke in a commanding tone:

"Ron, call me Your Majesty!"

The S attribute exploded.

No one answered in the empty hall; it seemed only the "golden bloodline" within him could faintly emanate a mocking tone.

Catherine exhaled and removed the crown, tossing it onto the throne.

When faced with a life-changing event, everyone becomes ambitious and subconsciously nervous, which is unavoidable.

Ascending the throne is not merely about inheriting the wealth left by one's ancestors, but also about taking on a destiny or mission.

"Sigh~ I hope everything goes well."

Catherine sighed deeply.

"Your Majesty, Lord Gandalf has arrived and is waiting outside the palace."

At this moment, the guard came in and tactfully reported.

finally come!

Upon hearing this, Catherine's lips curled into a smile. She subconsciously straightened her armor-plated battle dress and commanded with an air of authority:

"Let him in alone; I need to discuss something with him."

The coronation ceremony is tomorrow. As instructed by the Stardust Society president, she is to keep Cyrus VII occupied as well. The Stardust Society will send people to assist in the ceremony and ensure its success.

Further details must be discussed with Ron, who is in charge of this matter.

(End of this chapter)