Army of the Damned

VOLUME 12 Chapter 10

On the outside area of Seiness' room. With the single candle lamp held up by small chains. The Bishop has taken a chair from one of the rooms and is profusely tapping his feet on the wooden floor. Rubbing his chin as he stared down on the bottom of the wall while Jackson and Bahamut stood by on the side, waiting for an answer.

He couldn't be anymore excited. Anticipating the answer of a Holy Man on the notion of working with Vampires. Rival on the other hand was taking his sweet time. Merely thinking to himself again and again while Bahamut had started to randomly move around the place. Going back and forth the staircases and opening random doors on the hallway below and the other attics.

She'd occasionally sniff certain areas and open crates and boxes. Leaving alone the two men, carefully waiting for each other's answers and queries. She on the other hand was as free as a dove on an open day. With not a thing on her mind, the Dragon continued to stroll around freely. Even littering in some places as she'd open used drawers and damaged cabinets that still have some contents inside. Suddenly, the Bishop lowers his hands and looks up to Jackson. His wooden chair creaks the floor as he leans his weight forward.

"... If there are just some normal Vampires, I might still be able to get them through the Ministers. Bending Church rules is hard but if it's some low class Vampire, I may be able to get something done."

"Ohhhh... uhm... their Nobles."

"N-Nobles?! H-how?! Are you truly human Sir Jackson? Do you have any idea how dangerous a Noble is? How did you even get one into your ranks?!"

"I mean... It took some effort. Both nearly killed me. Like mere inches from taking my life. But I survived and they made a Pact with me."

"H-Ho-how?! You are not jesting me, correct? A Pact with a Vampire means it's their punishment to serve under you. A mere lesson for them to not let their immortality get the best of their skills. Human life is a mere passing wind to them, so it's a short punishment by all means."

"One I fought and defeated. She almost killed me, she was very close but she forgot that I had a Dragon and a bullet saved for her. The other one, it took three level two hundred top leaderboard players from large Guilds with a bunch of special operations soldiers. I performed the killing... Was it even a killing blow? More like just a knockout blow with a holy bullet. But nonetheless, I am not kidding. I am serious about this."

"Ah-amazing. Goddess, can you attest to this?"

Walking out of one of the attic storages all dusty and grimey. The Dragon peers over the door frame with only her veil and crown seen. "Hm. Master's human spirit is undying. It's a sight to behold and it gets more entertaining when there's more than one human doing it. You'd understand why we Dragons partnered with them." she then peeks back in and more rummaging could be heard.

"Master...?" The Bishop then pinched the middle of his nose. After a good minute, he sighs, removing his pontifical mitre and starts scratching his head and ruining his perfectly combed blonde hair.

"Okay how about this. I'll have me and Julianne meet with these two. I cannot just let two Vampires, let alone Nobles, enter under the duty of the Church. There very being goes against what we teach and preach if you know our history."

"Of course..." Jackson then looks up to the ceiling and oddly gets struck by the confessions of Elizabeth and what she did to them when she was ruling half the world. "Uhm... tomorrow! Where do you want to meet?"

"A restaurant near the Cathedral. Give me your address and room number, I'll send a Minister to give you the location later. I must make sure none of the priests would notice me. This is after all... a very scandalous thing I am about to attempt. But I see the risk is worth it for someone like you. I hope you may relay this to your leaders, how far we are willing to cooperate with you, Outworlders."