novelraw Chapter 101
Chapter 101
Chapter 101"Damn it... What the hell is going on...!"
A man was running desperately down the corridor of the Grand Shrine, gasping for breath.
It was the middle of the night. The corridor was dark, and there was no one else in sight.
He tried to take refuge in one of the rooms... but all of them were locked.
He shouted loudly for help, but for some reason, no one came. Even though many humans were supposed to be staying overnight in the Grand Shrine.
"Beaaar..."
"Hiiieee...!"
Footsteps approached from behind.
He didn't know who they belonged to... but he knew for sure that if he got caught, it would be the end.
"What did I do... Why is this happening to me...!"
The man's name was Bellamy Walls.
He was the youngest bishop working at the Grand Shrine, an elite priest basking in the reflected glory of having the archbishop as his father.
Normally, Walls wore a composed expression and a sweet face that made him popular among the sisters... but now that face was twisted with fear and panic.
"Why... Really, why is this happening...!"
That night, Walls had been trying to set a trap for a man.
The unfortunate victim's name was Clael Byrne.
He was the foster father of Saint Reina and a young priest scheduled to be recognized as a Saint in the near future.
To Walls, he was a thorn in his side.
A hindrance to claiming the Saint for himself, and an enemy trying to surpass him as the youngest bishop.
For that reason, Walls had sent two sisters who obeyed him into the guest room where Clael was staying, planning to frame him for rape.
If it went well, Clael would lose Saint Reina's trust. His Saint recognition might even be revoked.
That was the malicious plan he had harbored... so why had it come to this?
Walls was being pursued by someone and was running through the corridors of the Grand Shrine.o attack me..."
"............"
"It was a mistake to recognize someone like him as a Saint... Please, get rid of him right now! With your power, you can do it, right, Papa!?"
"I see, I see... You must've been terribly frightened... Poor thing."
His father gently stroked Walls' head.
It wasn't something you'd normally do to a son over twenty... but Walls, whose anxiety had reached its peak, felt genuine relief.
"By the way... what kind of person was it that chased you all the way here?"
"I... I don't know. He was really big, but I couldn't see his face..."
"Was it a face like this?"
"Huh...?"
At those words, Walls, who had been clinging to his father's feet, looked up.
And then... the face of his father, which had been unclear due to the sudden light, was revealed.
"Hii...!"
What he saw was the face of a bear, like a plushie.
The senior priest's robes were bulging with muscle, looking like they might burst at any moment.
"Beaaar"
"H-Hiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!?"
The moment he heard that low voice... Walls let out a scream.
Twisting his body with a jerk and toppling over, Walls lost consciousness.
Walls did not wake until morning, and from the floor rose a smell like ammonia.