The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 95

The Pope had arrived.

This news was delivered to the inn early in the morning by Ophelia’s servant.

Unlike the previous messengers who were mere message carriers, this time the person delivering the news mysteriously carried more of a “noble” air.

At least he didn’t address Ophelia as princess, but directly said, “Her Highness Prince Ophelia, has decided to welcome the Pope of the Church of Light at the city gate at noon today.”

“Her Highness said, if you plan to go to the city gate at noon as well, please make sure to ‘dress properly’ and not expose your identities.”

Then, this knight, who maintained a straight posture throughout and even wore a golden sword at his waist, left the inn with an imposing presence in his clanking armor.

Su Li knew that “dressing properly” meant having Roy, who had become a multi-functional tool person since arriving in this city, cover everyone with a thick layer of ice elements.

Egbert and Lan Zhe weren’t like the raven. This raven only needed the intention to disguise itself, and in everyone’s eyes, it would appear as just an ordinary crow.

The other two Holy Sons were different. Although they weren’t weak, they hadn’t reached the level where they could completely internalize their elements.

Therefore, every time they went out, they needed Roy to cover them with a layer of ice elements, and they had to deliberately avoid using their powers.

For instance now, knowing that they wouldn’t let Su Li go see the Pope alone with just a crow on his head, Roy had already conscientiously begun the element concealment procedure.

However, while covering Su Li with that layer of elements, Roy said to him, “Actually, little master, it wouldn’t matter if you didn’t go to see the Pope.”

“Given that the Grand Princess hasn’t ascended to the throne yet, to maintain a power balance with the Pope, she definitely wouldn’t conceal any intelligence.”

Roy even felt that Ophelia probably wanted to stuff all Pope-related intelligence directly into Su Li’s mind right now.

So going to see the Pope seemed somewhat unnecessary.

However, after being completely enveloped by the ice water element, Su Li shivered and then said, “While Ophelia certainly won’t conceal any intelligence, my purpose in going to see the Pope isn’t to learn information about him. I simply want to let Raven see whether you all could defeat him or not.”

When these words came out, the air immediately fell silent.

Roy looked up at Lan Zhe, whose forehead veins were showing, coughed once and said, “That makes sense too.”

The raven made an innocent caw before speaking in human language. “Since no one’s refuting this, it seems everyone has some self-awareness about their abilities.”

This caused Egbert’s forehead veins to start throbbing as well.

To avoid their own people killing each other in combat before even seeing the Pope, Su Li wiped non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and said, “Let’s at least see the Pope first before discussing this.”

Before lunchtime, the well-prepared group headed toward the city gate during what should have been their mealtime.

The streets, which had been sparsely populated recently due to the chaos caused by members of the Dark Church, were now extremely lively because of the Pope’s arrival.

Su Li had already heard several passersby saying, “Thank the God of Light.”

“His Holiness the Pope hasn’t abandoned us! Those petty villains from the Dark Church will have to crawl back into their dark corners starting today.”

“Those filthy rats should be exposed to the divine might of the God of Light.”

“Thank the God of Light, thank His Holiness for helping us.”

However, the Pope hadn’t actually appeared yet.

When the Pope truly appeared, Su Li felt what it meant to have opposition between divine and royal authority.

The moment people around them dropped to their knees, Egbert led Su Li to hide at the side of a house.

From under the shadow of trees, the not-so-tall Su Li saw the Pope’s figure from afar through the crowd.

He was a man who looked no different from an ordinary septuagenarian or octogenarian.

(TL: Septuagenarian: A person who is in their seventies (ages 70–79).

Octogenarian: A person who is in their eighties (ages 80–89).)

Silver-white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a slightly hunched figure. From any angle, at first glance, one couldn’t sense any threat from such a person.

But the more this was true, the more terrifying Su Li found it.

Someone who appeared to everyone as having dedicated their body and soul to the divine, yet harbored an undeniable strong desire for power in their heart’s depths, and was about to succeed in implementing it…

Such a person, at such an age, couldn’t even be accurately described as a hypocrite.

In this scene, Su Li also saw the expression of Ophelia, who was there to welcome the Pope.

It was an expressionless face very characteristic of the Grand Princess.

Su Li could even see that when the Pope was greeting the masses with a charitable face, Ophelia’s downturned mouth corners clearly showed her disdain.

That man, who was almost synonymous with old age, was now saying to a child who appeared to be about seven or eight years old: “The God of Light has received your prayer and sent me to help this city. I hope that from now on, you will continue to faithfully believe in the God of Light. And as God’s representative, I will also pray for all believers together before the divine statue at all times.”

These words, to a child who already believed in the God of Light, were like implanting the concept that everything would improve just by believing in God.

Although this was a phenomenon shaped by the broader environment, Su Li genuinely felt chills down his spine.

Su Li didn’t dare imagine what this country would become if Ophelia had no rebellious thoughts against the Pope.

Most absurdly, a highly prestigious grand duke in this city even wept with joy upon seeing the Pope, continuously saying: “Now the King finally has hope!”

At this moment, the darkness on Ophelia’s face was becoming almost impossible to conceal.

Su Li also found it frightening.

The truth of all conspiracies was held by only a very few people.

Su Li forcibly lowered his head, focusing his attention on the shadows of the leaves.

The wind-blown branches made the sunlight’s shadows sway continuously, and meanwhile, Su Li also saw his own shadow trembling slightly.

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This wasn’t because Su Li found the Pope particularly frightening; he just felt that this world itself was more dangerous than any person existing within it.

Su Li even felt his previous actions had been somewhat misaligned.

After all, what needed to be addressed most urgently wasn’t the Pope, but the humans of this world themselves.

Although the Pope was powerful and the Church of Light’s influence was vast, if everyone maintained an attitude that this was how things should be, then even if the Pope died, there would be a second, third, fourth, and countless more Popes appearing afterward.

The only thing that could maintain the status quo was whether the person who ascended to the Pope’s position had deeper desires or not.

“We should go back,” Su Li heard himself say in a cold voice.

He wasn’t the type of person who would choose to give up just because there were too many difficulties.

Su Li now seemed to have departed from his role as a strategist, like a player who discovered the boss was too strong, had too much health, while their own damage output was too low.

—–His mind was full of thoughts about how to improve his own conditions.

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That night, when Ophelia arrived at the inn dressed in moonlight, she saw Su Li already sitting in the hall, having waited for her for some time.

“What are you thinking?” Ophelia blurted out.

“About what?” Su Li asked in return.

After Ophelia sat down heavily on one side of the square table, she said irritably, “Of course I mean, when to make our move against that old man.”

Her eyes contained uncontrollable violent killing intent.

“That depends on you,” Su Li said truthfully. “As long as you haven’t ascended to the throne, you still have room to maneuver with the Pope. After all, since the fact hasn’t become fact, all suspicions can be treated as baseless.”

“Huh.” Ophelia grabbed the teapot from the table, poured herself a cup of water, gulped it down before saying, “That sounds nice, but how could I continue to be that man’s puppet? From the moment I decided to betray and seek the ‘Prophet’ in the Mercenary City, I’ve been constantly envisioning scenes of rebellion in my mind.”

“But plans can’t keep up with changes. Who could have imagined that before I could ascend to the throne, that dog of a man would already arrive.”

At this point, Ophelia was so angry she threw the cup she had just drunk from onto the ground, shattering it.

“It’d better not let me find out who’s pulling strings behind the scenes,” Ophelia said with a murderous look.

However, Su Li was thinking internally that no matter how hard Ophelia tried to investigate, she would never guess that the person who delayed her ascension to the throne was himself.

Because it didn’t make sense.

Their cooperation from the beginning was meant to create a force that could check and balance the Pope after she became queen. Without ascending to the throne, Ophelia’s added value would only severely decrease.

Su Li couldn’t be bothered to respond to this, only raising his chin, holding the cooled teacup with both hands, looking coldly at Ophelia and asking, “So what do you plan to do?”

“Ah…” Ophelia deliberately dragged out her voice, her eyes full of ruthlessness, saying, “Of course it’s to completely cement the identity switch that’s already been made.”

“My ‘father’ has been lying in bed for a long time, and if he suddenly dies while unconscious, although there’s reason to blame it on worsening injuries, what if his death happens to occur during the Pope’s treatment phase…”

“For a princess who has very deep feelings for her father, suddenly attacking the Pope in anger would also make sense.”

As she spoke, an eerie smile appeared on Ophelia’s face.

“But even if we can coordinate with you to surround and kill the Pope at that time, have you considered how you’ll deal with the Inner City residents who thought they could be saved by the Pope after his death?” Su Li looked at Ophelia with a calm gaze, having formed thoughts in his mind but maintaining an expressionless face.

Ophelia coldly picked up another teacup from the table, and as she poured water from the teapot into the cup, the clear sound of water flowing could be heard as she said, “Do I, Ophelia, the recognized prince of Amikbi by eighty percent of the nobles, need to care about commoners?”

TN:

亲王 (Qīn wáng)=Prince or Royal Prince, typically referring to a high-ranking noble title granted to the emperor’s brothers or close relatives in imperial China. It denotes a status above regular nobility but below the emperor.