I’m Going to Destroy this Country

But Simon looked around distractedly.

“But what about the Pope? Didn’t His Holiness come here, too? The Papal faction is all gathered, aren’t they?”

Lilai looked at him as if he was talking nonsense.

“No matter what, I doubt they would come here.”

One of the five major dukes, and one who is more uncomfortable than anyone else about the current existence of a Saint.

The Duke of Gold, Berit.

They were the ones who hated the Eshua family, a family of the Saintess, more than anyone else.

Simon shrugged as if he understood.

“Of course, those filthy bastards wouldn’t show up in a place like this. Except for Berit, aren’t they the ones who hate even breathing the same air as commoners?”

“Simon, watch your mouth…”

“Hmph, why! Our son is also a candidate for the Saint! All we have to do is bring something better than those Papal bastards with their faces looking like they’ve smeared shit under their noses every day…!”

But it was at that moment.

“Keeping company with lowly friends, not to mention speaking ill behind one’s back. Not good, Eshua.”

“!”

Lilai frowned as soon as he saw the opponent.

“Cardinal Berit!”

In his mid-twenties, a young man with brown hair, looking older than Lilai.

Simon bowed his head with a nervous face.

“Oh my, I had no idea that the precious Cardinal would come in person.”

It was as if he was saying, why did someone from the Papal family, especially the head of the Berit family, come all this way without any sense?

But Cardinal Berit, treating him as if he didn’t exist, scowled at Lilai as if looking at rotten trash.

“I was curious about the child of Eshua, who dares to call himself a candidate for the Saint, but I don’t see the child.”

Instead of answering, Lilai frowned.

Hadn’t Isaac almost been poisoned to death by a Bishop of the Papacy?

There was no way he wasn’t involved.

He was someone who hated Eshua, or rather, Isaac in particular, more than anyone else.

‘Could it be that the child of the Papal family also participated?’

The one who is practically called a Saint?

Sure enough.

“It’s pathetic that the weakened son of Eshua is hosting a Doljabi. Hopefully, he can bring something to save face.”

As expected.

He showed up here just to find a way to put down Eshua at any cost.

‘No. No!’

Realizing something, Lilai turned deathly pale.

Suddenly, the number of Saint candidates surged to 148.

It was unbelievable that the Papacy would accept children not even officially recognized participating in the Doljabi.

In other words, the Cardinal knew something.

The treasure vault was a place where nothing unusual would happen, no matter what.

Especially, it was a place concerning the Saints.

‘No matter what, I doubt any foul play would happen in the sacred place responsible for selecting a Saint…’

It wouldn’t be strange if the numerous children inside attempted to harm Eshua’s child.

No, maybe the traps were already set.

‘Isaac!’

His young nephew was in danger.

* * *

Rumors of the boys born in Eshua were famous.

The child of misfortune.

Weaklings born into the Saintly family.

They have useful faces and bloodlines, but they themselves are worthless.

In other words, they are easy targets.

However, they are not without value.

Eshua, although not as powerful as in the past, was one of the five great Ducal families supporting the Emperor and the Pope of the Holy Empire.

Especially, a family with a legend of confronting the Skeleton King, the strongest demon now turned into a myth.

To some, they have political value. To others, the superior genes of Eshua.

They held various values worth coveting.

And they are weak but valuable?

Truly, they are desirable prey.

At the same time, all the nobles of the Holy Empire knew.

How much the Papal family, the central faction of the Holy Empire, detested the Saintly family.

Then, isn’t it an opportunity to score points with the Papal family by making Eshua look bad here?

For example, by drugging them to ensure they can’t even touch the treasure.

It would be a laughing stock if the organizers come out empty-handed.

– So, go ahead and play a little prank.

Some children, following their parents’ orders, had already started moving quickly.

It was definitely so…

“Daya, daya, daya.”

“…????”

At the entrance to the treasure vault.

Over 100 Saint candidates were all looking at Isaac with strange faces.

Shuri, whether he was embarrassed from the attention, pretended he didn’t know him.

Isaac was gulping down the drink as if he was a thirsty beggar. The group of Saint candidates who gave Isaac the drink was sweating profusely.

Something was strange.

Eshua’s child, Isaac, was the only baby among the gathered Saint candidates.

They had confirmed he was the target, and naturally offered him a drink.

The reason was because the treasure vault was stuffy, and the baby seemed thirsty, eliciting pity.

And the water bottle was the only possession allowed in the vast treasure storage. Inside the water bottle, there was definitely a laxative, following the order to humiliate Eshua.

But why?

“Daya (Tasty)!”

Why??

“Dayaya (Pour me another)!”

Why is he fine even after taking the medicine???

“Dayaya, daya (You guys, there’s a strong medicine in there)!”

Even his eyes seemed drunk?

“Dayayayaya (Pour more quickly! Are you priests’ chicks mocking an adult’s words)?!!”

And this kid, he’s demanding more?!