Pirate Kingship-Chapter 824 - 504: The Real Culprit, Bone Cathedral (6700)_3
If the changes in the situation are related to our circumstances, it must be because something has happened over there, making us, who were once dispensable, important again.
And...
Margaret glanced at the partition wall of the adjacent cell before continuing to her sisters-in-law:
"With a benchmark that's been imprisoned for many years right in the next cell, we must appear to the Church as crucial tools for achieving some specific purpose.
Unfortunately, we have no way to inform Byron that if there's danger, he shouldn't come.
He is Lancaster's last hope; putting himself at risk to save us is entirely not worth it."
Before, when they were still allowed to freely enter and leave the prison to transcribe scriptures, they had met the owner of the adjacent cell and had also been warned by the guards. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
They were strictly forbidden from speaking to the Iron Masked Man, or else they would face the consequences.
Even the nun guards kept their distance from her, afraid of hearing things they shouldn't.
Yet the "Iron Masked Man" was actually quite a decent person.
Knowing that the rules surrounding her were harmful, although it was the first time in over ten years that she'd had neighbors, she never initiated conversation with them.
It seemed she had resigned herself to her prolonged confinement, abandoning the last of her struggles.
But that was not the truth.
The "Iron Masked Man," clad in a white long gown, sat by the narrow windowsill, her bare feet, which seemed to have subtly transformed into whale fins, gently stirring the clear water in a copper basin.
Her eyes were fixed toward the other side of the sea, where the aura of calamity pervaded the entire Holy Silver Empire, flames continually dancing in her slightly narrowed pupils.
Especially when she saw a "Death Omen Star" gradually rising above the monastery, the corners of her lips curved into an incredibly captivating smile beneath the metal mask:
"Two months ago, when those nuns were copying books, there were already omens. Now, this level of calamitous aura clearly indicates that the Church has descended into complete internal chaos.
The women of the Lancaster family next door are worried and tend to make mistakes.
Their nephew, 'Fated Disaster Star,' who has already scouted the area, surely won't miss this opportunity to rescue them.
The aura of disaster is growing stronger, and with it, my power increases, and the seal on me is gradually loosening.
When that 'Fated Disaster Star' makes a move, it will be my best chance to escape.
To ordinary people, this disaster star is calamity, but to us [Witches of Calamity], it's a pure blessing star!
Following him will surely bring the turmoil we love most.
From the conversation of Queen Margaret and the women next door, I can also guess what the Red Rose Family has been through.
I wonder how Iron Anchor Bay and my little Violet are doing now.
Unlike that old woman with the shattered knee, we, who are from the Bayfolk Nations yet to be fully tamed, are probably not in a good situation either.
Plus, the hair that was suddenly cut off a couple of days ago gave me a sense of déjà vu.
I must break out as soon as possible!"
It was clear that Byron's conclusion after leveraging his strong connections and personally investigating was correct.
Number 64389, the "Iron Masked Man," was indeed Violet's mother, Vanessa.
Moreover, despite being suppressed by the Divine Domain and unable to confirm identities or communicate plans in advance, she was trying every possible way to actively save herself.
She was just waiting for the opportune moment when the aura of calamity in the monastery reached its peak.
However, no matter how quickly Byron reacted to the news, he couldn't be faster than the Church's meticulous prearrangement.
Vanessa and Margaret's group were greeted not by Byron's pirate fleet but by another warden seamlessly dispatched here by the Church.
The doors of the underground prison opened wide.
A Cardinal Archbishop dressed in a scarlet priestly robe, wearing a Bishop's Authority Ring, entered with ten female Judgment Knights fully clad in heavy armor.
If Byron were here, he would immediately recognize him.
He was from the Orthodox Church's Holy Infant Society, Archbishop Babatila, who had presided over the "Right to Protect Dispute" in the Bantaan Archipelago back in chapter 316.
To obtain "immunity," Byron had clearly documented the bribe list he gave this Archbishop.
"Premium spices: twenty kilograms.
Raw nugget gold: three thousand pounds.
The Ink Tree Plantation on Yucatan Island (land deed): fifteen hundred acres.
Two merchant ships..."
Especially the two merchant ships, they have regularly provided dividends on the first of every month, without a single delay to this day.
Byron has cumulatively funneled bribes worth over thirty thousand pounds to Archbishop Babatila, and he would recognize him anywhere, even if turned to ash.
After the Grand Master of the Order of Malta Knights, Holy Spear Vallet, left, having recently threatened Byron's church, it was naturally impossible for them to leave a defensive vacuum here.
Instead, they arranged for another Fifth Order Legend, an Archbishop, who might not rival a Holy Knight but was more than capable of handling Middle Sequence Transcendents below the Fifth Order.
Due to the requirements of the Divine Domain itself, male intruders would be forcibly transformed into females, with only an Archbishop capable of exemption; suitable "warden" candidates were scarce.
But Archbishop Babatila himself was dissatisfied with this assignment, his face sullen, causing the prisoners to dare not act rashly.
"I'm burdened with such a tedious task.
All these women that are unpleasant to look at. I can't even bring my personal male servant along.
Even if I sneak him in, he would turn into an insufferable woman.
