"All eight of us must invoke the Classified Information Agreement, Article 27, Clause 36. Any objections, raise your hand," Alphonse, tall, gaunt, and ancient, proposed.
"What the hell is Article 27, Clause 36 of the Classified Information Agreement?" Holy Son Connor Daller muttered, rifling through the papers on the table, while the Pope's face drained of color.
"We have to wipe our memories too?" the Pope rasped, voice hoarse.
"Yes. Let's vote," Alphonse said, his face a blank mask.
Among those present, only Holy Son shakily raised his hand in opposition. The motion passed.
"This is to protect you, and to protect us. The less you know, the safer you are. I'll erase your memories, and then my own. Don't worry—once everyone's memories are gone, we won't even remember we did this. No lingering scars in your mind."
The Divine Commandants nodded silently, clearly used to this kind of thing.
"Hold on, do I have to lose my memories too?" EeDechi raised her hand.
"No need. The eight of us refer to the Pope, Holy Son, and the six Divine Commandants," Alphonse replied gently.
"Alright then." EeDechi let out a relieved breath. As an outsider who barely knew anything, the Slane Theocracy had no reason to mess with her memories.
EeDechi still had no clue what kind of scheme the Divine Commandants were cooking up in secret, and Alphonse wasn't about to spill the beans. Whenever she pressed him, he'd just flash a smile and dodge the question.
...
The secret meeting wrapped up, and everyone started teleporting or blinking out of the room one by one. Just before leaving, Holy Son Connor Daller came stomping over, jabbing a finger at EeDechi and boasting that he was the true Divine Envoy, destined to grow way stronger.
"One day, I'll be smarter than you, stronger than you!" Connor Daller craned his little neck, throwing shade at EeDechi with all the venom he could muster.
EeDechi rolled up her sleeves, ready to teach this brat some manners, but Alphonse stepped in just in time to stop her.
Sure, EeDechi was dead certain she could beat the snot out of this spoiled Holy Son even if he lived another hundred years, but the kid was the top pick for "next Pope." A Divine Envoy pounding the future Pope into the ground? Yeah, that wouldn't fly.
EeDechi tied a silk scarf over her face and strolled out of the grand central temple in the capital alongside Alphonse. They ran straight into a red-robed man hustling by.
The guy was middle-aged, his body gone soft with extra weight. He gripped a staff in his left hand and clutched a thick, black-leather book in his right. When he spotted Alphonse, his face twisted like he'd swallowed something sour.
"Mr. Moreau, why the hell wasn't I invited to the secret meeting?" the man demanded, his chubby face sagging, voice dripping with resentment.
Alphonse shook his head lightly. "Sorry, Cardinal Archbishop, all I can say is your clearance isn't high enough, and your faith in the gods isn't devout enough."
The Cardinal Archbishop's face darkened. "The Divine Commandant from the Holocaust Scripture was absent—why couldn't I take his place? It's laughable that you'd question my faith. My study of the holy texts is unmatched, and I've served the gods for forty years.
"On the other hand, you—your Clearwater Scripture's been letting in all sorts of half-assed believers. Take Daniel Christian, for example. I'm pretty damn sure he's flirting with heresy. When the great judgment comes, he'll be the first one purged!"
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