How to Teach a Hero at the Academy Chapter 87 : Chapter 87

Chapter 87: The Papacy (2)

Pope Johanna.

The longest-reigning head of the Platinum Round Table Orthodoxy.

Her birth year was unclear. She herself

Based on historical facts, Johanna had reigned as Pope for about a thousand years. Skeptics did not believe this. A thousand years was an age when even an elf would grow old. They argued that the Pope was secretly being passed down, rely imitating the sa being through spells to secure a political position.

Of course, it was a baseless rumor.

the old woman Johanna in a cloak lanted.

“I am fine.”

Abel answered silently.

The two Johannas' appearances were dramatically different, but the fact that they covered their faces with robes and emitted black smoke was the sa. Soon, the girl Johanna left for her worm farm, and Abel walked with the old woman Johanna. Thud, thud. The staff in Johanna's hand struck the stone floor of the corridor one after another.

Johanna said, opening the door to her office.

“As you say, Your Holiness.”

Johanna let out a laugh.

It wasn't difficult to distinguish between truth and lies. Abel Argento must have been a hero once. He must have faced countless Demon Kings through his reincarnations. According to Abel, the Demon King was a disaster that occurred inevitably, and no matter how much the cause was removed, its awakening could not be stopped.

A vagrant could beco the Demon King, a rabbit wandering in the fields could beco the Demon King, or a stone rolling on the side of the road could beco the Demon King.

“Everything that makes up the world has the potential to transform into the Demon King. The Demon King will appear in so form or another.”

Abel said with a cloudy expression.

“But there is ti. My disciple will not be defeated.”

“Depending on the situation, I must be defeated instead.”

I have gone through reincarnations with that resolve.

Abel muttered so.

In the first place, his heart was difficult to fathom.

Johanna had reigned as Pope for a long ti, and she had co to find the countless mysteries of the world to be boring. Then she had encountered Abel. Through Abel, she had learned of the existence of countless worlds, and had learned about ‘The Mother God's Right Hand’ and ‘The Mother God's Left Hand’, and the Hero and the Demon King. It was a truth she had learned in the past, not even 20 years ago.

For now, just digesting it was overwhelming.

It was too sudden to even affirm Abel's inner thoughts.

“I am no longer a hero.”

She asked in her original tone because it was so absurd.

Johanna was right.

Abel had acted too publicly. And so, the subjects were paying attention to Abel. He had destroyed the warships that had adorned the skies of the capital, he had also destroyed the Dawn Leaf Theater, and he had even destroyed the Upanishads Museum. There would be no one in the capital who did not know of such an Abel.

“No. It was just because ti was short.”

“I have not forgotten.”

I'll be the bad guy for you now.

I'll give you a punishnt. On your behalf.

Johanna whispered so.

“It's Portsmouth.”