My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

The Cardinal confessed everything to the Priestess, including his failure. He set aside the Minister of War and knelt down after completing his explanation, as if he were a sinner.

"It was an oversight from me. Please punish me."

The door of the sacred room slowly creaked op. Though the Cardinal was right there, he was unable to see inside the chamber.

As soon as the door oped, a blinding light erupted from within, forcing the Cardinal to close his eyes. Ev with his eyes closed, the sheer intsity of the light was almost overwhelming, strong ough to make an ordinary person go blind.

After a few seconds, the door swung shut and the light vanished. The Cardinal carefully oped his eyes, blinking rapidly to readjust to the normal lighting.

The door had closed once more, but the Cardinal noticed the Minister of War was nowhere to be se. He did not question the man\'s disappearance, certain the Holy Priestess had tak him into the sacred room.

He didn\'t ev feel any pity for the Minister of War, who was fated for death.

Throughout the years, the Holy Priestess had brought a few people inside the Chamber but not a single one of them was able to leave alive.

That was why no one knew what was on the other side of the door and no one ev dared to sneak inside.

He remained on his knees, but moving an inch.

....

Inside the Sacred Chamber, the Holy Priestess was looking at the Minister of War, who was still unconscious.

She placed a finger on the man\'s forehead, using her healing. Although she had heard everything from Triel, he wanted to hear from the Minister of War personally, especially since it involved quite a lot of important people.

The Minister of War was healed rapidly. All the wounds on his body disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ev the blood that had stained his body, returned to his body.

Slowly, the Minister of War oped his eyes.

"Y-your Holiness?" he exclaimed, catching sight of the Holy Priestess.

Shocked, he quickly stood up and backed away, only to be forced to stop as his back reached the feet of the statue behind him.

"Everyone makes mistakes. There is no need to be afraid. I just want you to tell me everything that happed," the Holy Priestess stated calmly, her expression unreadable. "So you can tell me without worrying."

The Minister of War was overwhelmed since the Holy Priestess was in front of him. Not only did she not appear angry at his failure but she was also planning to forgive him?

His eyes were filled with gratitude. He was also ashamed that he had failed this saintly woman.

"I just need one more opportunity! This time I will not fail!" With his motivation ignited, he asked for another opportunity.

The Holy Priestess narrowed her eyes. Her patice was running out but she still maintained her calm.

"We can talk about that later. First, I want to hear everything that happed. How did you fail? And what did you tell them after you were caught?" she said, her expressions turning soft in compassion.

"R-right." Now that the Holy Priestess asked again, he couldn\'t talk about anything else.

"Everything was going as per the plan. I was about to be killed by Great Elder R, but just th, the Holy Emperor arrived for some reason. I believe it was because of his appearance that the voy felt confused and didn\'t kill me."

"He didn\'t kill me. Instead, he tried to catch me alive. I used poison to kill myself but he used some healing pill to prevt me from dying. It was so painful."

The Minister of War still felt his hands tremble wh he thought about the pain he felt at that momt.

The Holy Priestess already heard that from Cardinal Triel. She wanted to hear what happed after that.

The Minister of War took a deep breath, calming his trembling body.

"After that, I-" he tried speaking, only to stop abruptly. He suddly started frowning, growing more confused with time.

"Why did you stop? Continue," the Holy Priestess insisted, certain that he must have said something that he shouldn\'t have spok.

The Minister of War\'s face had grown pale. His body started trembling ev more intsely. He felt a sharp pain rising from within his heart.

It was as if his heart had suddly started burning for some reason. The ssation of burning spread through his tire body.

He oped his lips to call for help, but only blood came out. The once-pale face turned red as cracks developed across his skin.

The Holy Priestess was surprised. She had just healed this man, so why was he now vomiting blood? What was happing?

She raised her hand to use her healing powers again, but before she could release her holy essce, an explosion rocked the Holy Church.

Blood and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. The statue behind the Minister of War was also affected, its foot caught in the blast.

"Argh!" the Holy Priestess screamed in rage. Disgusting blood had tainted her body, covering her clothes and face.

Though the explosion had not harmed her, it had left her deeply disturbed, angrier than she had ever be.

The Minister of War had died, being left as nothing more than flesh and blood that was spilled everywhere.

Let alone healing, ev finding all his pieces appeared impossible now.

....

Inside the Royal Palace, Er was lying on the Throne, using it as a bed.

He was looking at the roof, appearing to be lost in some thought.

"I wonder if she would like my gift." As he thought about the reaction of the Holy Priestess, a smile formed on his lips.