I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 241 The Pope is Dead!!! (Two Chapters Combined)

Two hundred years old is precisely the age when one should strive and work hard.

Cyrus VII’s legs unleashed unimaginable potential, but just when he thought victory was in his grasp, Ron suddenly drew his longsword and threw it forward with all his might.

With divine power limiting our ability to use magic, it's time to rely on physics!

Ron's body, strengthened by the "Holy Sword Technique" several times, had already surpassed that of a fifth-tier knight.

His all-out attack sent the longsword flying like an arrow, instantly reaching Cyrus VII's back.

But at that moment, the Pope seemed to sense something, and his not-so-robust body suddenly lunged forward a great distance.

Ron's longsword drew a graceful arc and stuck into the fireplace a dozen meters away from both sides.

Upon seeing this, the Pope's old face lit up with joy, and he subconsciously turned to look at Ron.

But just then, he suddenly saw the very troublesome blond boy grab a solid wood chair from the conference room and throw it at him.

"Go and talk to the God!"

The ornate and heavy chair was obviously quite heavy, and when Ron threw it out, it was like a cannonball.

boom--

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the entire chair landed squarely on Cyrus VII's forehead.

Whether it was lucky or unlucky, the soft cushion on the seat cushioned some of the force, but his head, which was thrown off by inertia, hit the floor without warning.

With a loud thud, Cyrus VII's vision went black, and his limbs became numb and unresponsive.

As a priest, physical strength is not his forte, and given his advanced age and the prohibition of divine magic, the fact that he did not faint is a testament to his strong will.

Seeing this, Ron took three steps in two, and with a leap he closed the gap and arrived at Cyrus VII's location.

Just as he was about to move forward, an old hand reached out as if it had been planned in advance and suddenly grabbed the blond boy's ankle.

Hey!
Ron was startled, not expecting that Cyrus VII, who had suffered a severe blow to the head, was still conscious.

"You're not going there!" the Pope roared.

He lunged forward, grabbing Ron's pants tightly with his left hand, pinning the poor, helpless boy to the spot.

Damn you!
Ron, who respected the elderly and cared for the young, twitched his lips and, without any hesitation, swung his fist and smashed it into the old man's face beneath him.

boom--

With a force powerful enough to breach a thick city wall, the scene became extremely bloody and cruel.

A centenarian was brutally beaten by a teenage boy. Is this a sign of distorted humanity or moral decay?

boom--

Another muffled thud, and blood, slightly metallic in smell, splattered everywhere, but the Pope still didn't let go. Instead, he shouted loudly with great energy:
"I'm doing this for the sake of the countless clergy of the Holy See, to help them lose their virginity. How could I possibly lose to you?!"

After saying that, he used the same trick again, opening his mouth to bite Ron's penis.

Upon seeing this, the blond boy's hair stood on end, and he immediately pulled open his belt and performed a move called "Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell."

Without hesitation, he performed a series of rolls, attempting to create distance and give himself an opportunity to seize the papal scepter.

But just then, Ron suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him.
Relying on his instincts from practicing swordsmanship, he dodged to the side.

bump--

The wreckage of the chair crashed heavily to the ground. Cyrus VII tried to imitate his move, but the effect was not satisfactory.

Although the chair didn't hit its target, it did effectively slow Ron down.

The Pope, of course, wouldn't let such a great opportunity slip by, and leaped forward to wrestle with the blond boy once more.

Frankly speaking, such behavior is somewhat presumptuous.

It is not a wise choice for a centenarian to fight a young, strong man with superb swordsmanship.

But given all the limitations, he had no other choice.

Of course, this was not the outcome Celes VII had anticipated.
According to his calculations, if someone were to come before him, they would be suppressed by divine power and rendered unable to move, just like Olivia.

But unexpectedly, Ron suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

And they're really willing to go all out!

The two exchanged blows, kicking and punching each other, fighting like shrewish women since they couldn't use their supernatural abilities.
The robes were torn to shreds, and the scene became extremely chaotic.

However, during the struggle, both of them exerted force in the same direction.

That's where the papal scepter is!
After a five-minute struggle, Cyrus VII, whose face was bruised and swollen from Ron's beating, let out a roar, but was silenced by an elbow strike.

Although the two were locked in a fierce battle, it was always the Pope who was unilaterally taking the beatings.

Even so, he showed no sign of letting go.

Just as Ron was struggling with his problem, his right hand, which was supporting him on the ground, suddenly touched a thick...
rope.

He was overjoyed, and with great effort, he pulled it out long enough, tied a knot, and put it around the Pope's neck.

clang--

Suddenly, a melodious bell rang out, its sound resounding throughout the entire capital.

The people still lingering in the church square all looked up at the bell of order that was ringing.

The ceremony was suspended, and the Pope only made a brief appearance before hurriedly returning; no one knew what had happened.

The lightning that just struck down above the Papacy, the miracle hanging high in the sky, and the knights surrounding the Papacy all indicate that something big is about to happen.

"By the gods above, the bells are ringing, the bells are ringing! It seems they have resolved the problem!"

"Hopefully there won't be any more surprises."

"Rest assured, His Majesty Cyrus VII will certainly handle the problem well; he has been on the throne for over a hundred years!"

The moment the bells of order rang, tens of thousands of people felt a sudden sense of peace. In their deeply rooted faith spanning thousands of years, the Papacy held an extremely high position in their hearts.

clang--

Another bell rang, and inside the meeting room, Ron gripped the thick, long rope tightly, trying to bind Cyrus VII firmly.

However, this makes the rope a bit too short, but that's not a problem at all.
The strong young man has nothing but plenty of energy!
He pulled hard, pulling five times in a row.

clang--

clang--

clang--

Amidst the majestic yet exceptionally clear tolling of the bells, the people of the capital and the priests of the Papacy went from joy to astonishment, from astonishment to panic, and from panic to despair.

"The Bell of Order rang seven times."

This means that this indicates
The Pope is dead!!!

Her Majesty the Queen, who had already evacuated the high platform of the Holy Church and was surrounded by the Knights, was stunned.

That's incredibly fast! The blockade of the Vatican only took a dozen minutes.
Cyrus VII is dead.

She tilted her head back, her emerald green eyes fixed on the high platform, her expression sorrowful, and even two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.

In Ron's words, the Pope was her brother's best friend, and as the eldest sister, she felt very sad and heartbroken.

Seeing Her Majesty the Queen so grief-stricken, the nobles, councilors, and ministers surrounding her displayed a variety of expressions. Within a second, however, they all managed to squeeze out a tear, silently mourning Cyrus VII.
Some even lost their balance and fell to the ground, wailing and crying as if their own father had died.

These nobles are really something else.
Catherine's lips twitched, but she didn't stop it, letting the somber atmosphere permeate the entire army.

Has His Holiness the Pope really passed away?

"But he was perfectly fine just now, you and I both saw it!"

"God, why bring such calamity upon us on such a day?!"

"Her Majesty the Queen is actually weeping. Could it be that His Holiness the Pope has truly passed away?"

Some in the crowd gasped, some discussed, some wept, and some simply couldn't believe Cyrus VII was dead. However, these opinions meant little to Caroline, since the pope's death wouldn't stop her from collecting rent.

The landlady raised her special theater glasses and glanced at the empty stage.

“Evans, this reminds me of that little guy Ron. I heard he works in the Kingdom’s secret service and not only solved the Victor family’s problem but also got the Inquisition to drop the matter.”

"If His Holiness the Pope really passes away, he'll probably be working overtime for a long time, right?"

Upon hearing this, the young man beside her, Evans, nodded.

“Yes, Caroline, Mr. Ron is a good man. I think he is qualified to run for pope, given his kindness.”

-

"The Pope is dead! What a pity! Such an important figure has died, and the Vatican isn't even inviting the people of the capital to dinner."

Outside the church square, Amber sighed with regret.

What she found even more regrettable was that the death of Cyrus VII was not exclusive information; otherwise, she couldn't imagine how many gold lions she could have gotten by selling this news to Ron.

-

"Celes VII is dead, good riddance!"

Wilson stood on the west side of the church square, his expression visibly excited.

With the Pope dead, it is highly likely that the tithe he established will be abolished.

In this way, the tavern and restaurant that was on the verge of bankruptcy would soon be profitable again, and the family would not have to go to other places, but could stay in the capital.

What a perfect time to die!

The church square descended into chaos, but fortunately, the army maintained order and prevented any major disturbances.

However, many believers and clergy members looked bewildered, unsure of what to do next.

-

"Damn it, I want to die!!!"

The commotion outside did not affect the duel between the real men inside the meeting room.

Cyrus VII was getting old, and his health was not as good as before.

Even when Ron beat him black and blue and cornered him, he still didn't give up.

There's only one way to turn defeat into victory!

That is to break free from the suppression originating from divine power and take advantage of the gap in strength recovery to completely eliminate Ron.

Although Olivia, who had been guarding outside, could instantly sense the disappearance of the divine power suppression, there was no time to consider that in this critical moment.

In his moment of despair, the Pope's body erupted with immense power.
He opened his mouth and bit Ron's arm, instantly piercing the flesh and drawing blood.

"Are you the Pope or the Dog King?!"

The blond boy winced in pain, and his arm loosened its grip. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cyrus VII successfully broke free of the ropes binding him and rolled back together with Ron.

Their only goal is the papal scepter!
Almost instantly, the two seemed to realize each other's thoughts, and together they let go and rushed towards the scepter with all their might.

Ron, taking advantage of his youth, was the first to grasp the handle of the scepter.

He was overjoyed and was about to firmly grasp the scepter when he saw Cyrus VII rush over and grab the top of the scepter.

The Pope truly lives up to his name; he's the most troublesome character Ron has ever encountered.

Despite fighting him for so long, she was not at a disadvantage at all.

Ron strained his arm, trying to forcefully snatch the scepter.
But at that moment, a sudden change occurred. In his perception, the holy light and divine power around the scepter were rapidly fading, and the magic and spells that had been suppressed by the divine power were gradually returning.

"not good."

In that brief moment, Ron immediately realized something was wrong.

If Cyrus VII were to have his restrictions lifted, he himself would likely be the first to suffer!
This is Ron's predicament: without contact, the powerful guild master cannot get too close, but once the restrictions are lifted, Cyrus VII will immediately regain his strength.

There was no time to think anymore. Ron, acting on instinct, took advantage of the fact that the Pope had not yet fully lifted the restrictions and immediately raised his hand to release a strange blue light.

The old, bruised, and swollen pope suddenly transformed into a blonde, blue-eyed little girl, his physical strength greatly diminished.

"Bring it to you!"

Ron pulled hard and successfully snatched the scepter away.

In the next instant, he wanted to reactivate the restrictions, but as soon as he swung the scepter, he tragically discovered...
How do I use this?

For a moment, Ron had the illusion that he was at a loss, looking around with his sword drawn.

Inside the meeting room, the divine power diminished significantly, and the injuries on Cyrus VII's face quickly healed completely.

He looked at Ron, who was completely bewildered, and smiled nonchalantly:
"Only the Pope can use this scepter; even if someone else obtains it, they will not be able to wield its power."

Hey!
Ron's lips twitched, cursing inwardly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he chose to turn around and run.

I'm going to burn you to ashes!

Seeing that the hateful fellow was actually trying to escape, Cyrus VII snorted coldly.
He raised his arms high, summoning countless golden holy flames out of thin air, cutting off all of Ron's escape routes.

"You're getting old, playing with fire will cause bedwetting, don't you know that?!"

Ron felt a wave of despair. Even though he was several meters away from the flames, he could feel the intense heat.

The monk's intuition warned him to get away quickly, otherwise even a tiny bit of it would turn him to ashes!
"Stop talking nonsense and die!"

Cyrus VII didn't respond, perfectly embodying a concise and effective villain.

As he spoke, he had already thrown out a long spear that was gleaming gold and surrounded by golden feathers.

The spear was incredibly fast, appearing a meter away from Ron in the blink of an eye.
The blond boy instinctively raised his scepter to shield himself, but just then, he suddenly heard an angry curse:

"Damn it, do you have any manners? Who uses a scepter as a shield?"

At this critical moment, the papal scepter in Ron's hand spoke.

Meanwhile, Cyrus VII's attack stopped a meter away from Ron, unable to advance even an inch further, as if time had stood still.

"You start swearing right off the bat. Which of us is the one with no manners?"

Ron instinctively retorted.

Ron had anticipated that the scepter could speak. The reason he hadn't unleashed the "Holy Sword Technique" on Cyrus was because he had been communicating with the scepter.

"Heh, manners aren't important, what's important is that I've finally waited for you!"

Before Ron could ask a question, the scepter in his hand spoke as if to itself:
“This is my agreement with the Holy Light God. That bastard made me hand over all the authority of the ‘Temple’ to you after 1369.”

"Roar! I've been imprisoned for 1369 years, and I'm finally going to be free!!!"

The voice inside the scepter sounded very happy, like a prisoner about to be released.

However, Ron didn't pay attention to any of that at the moment, and instead frowned and asked:

"Why should I take it? Am I that familiar with the Holy Light God?"

"Tch, how would I know? He's already dead." The voice from within the scepter seemed unconcerned, then added:

“I remember Octavia saying to me that he wanted to give up his seat to me the moment he saw me.”

"Never mind, none of that matters anymore. As agreed, once you inherit the permissions, my task is complete!"

Ron opened his mouth, not expecting the surprise to come so suddenly. He suppressed the doubts that arose in his heart and realized another problem.

Why didn't you make a move earlier?

Yes, if you had acted sooner, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble!

Seemingly sensing Ron's resentment, the voice inside the scepter said somewhat awkwardly:
"Uh, I had nothing to do, so I accidentally overslept."

(End of this chapter)