After hearing this codena, Jeanne sat there in a daze for quite a while. This kind of codena, which was both "chunibyo" and slightly embarrassing... was it really officially given by Laterano?
"Are all the official mbers of Laterano... so unique in their codena styles? And you, whose codena is clearly normal—how did you manage to keep such a unique one for yourself?"
Even Jeanne felt a twinge of embarrassnt for this Shimring Vigil. How on earth was the person holding this codena supposed to say those words when executing a mission? Was that person really not worried that saying their codena would lead to a "social death" event recorded in the Laterano archives?
"No, a codena with this kind of 'unique' style can only be thought of by one person. Did you forget what I said before about the Pope's strange hobbies? This must be his latest work."
At this mont, Lemuen also had a look of wordless exasperation, looking up at the sky. She couldn't help but feel lucky that she had picked her codena, "Virtuosi," in advance, leaving that old man no chance to modify it. However, even Lemuen didn't have full confidence in the old man's integrity. That old fellow might use his authority to retaliate against her for exposing his secrets behind his back.
"But, I can probably guess who they sent over. She's the only one who can calmly accept the Pope's bizarre codenas and say them out loud in front of others."
Speaking of this, Lemuen showed a nostalgic expression. It seed she hadn't seen them for a long ti, and she truly missed those two. She wondered just how spectacular her friend's expression would be the mont she saw Lemuen appear before her in Lungn.
anwhile, in a room within Lungn, a red-haired Liberi was pacing back and forth, as if waiting for soone or so news.
"Ahem, Shimring Vigil, this is the command room. Do you hear ?"
At that mont, an elderly voice ca from the communicator beside her. The voice sounded exceptionally loud in the quiet room. However, judging by the old man's tone on the other end, it seed he was trying his best to hold back laughter.
The mont the Liberi nad Shimring Vigil heard the codena, her entire elite aura collapsed. The Shimring Vigil, who had looked like an elite warrior just a second ago, now looked as listless as a plucked bird, having no desire to even respond to the old man on the other end.
"Good day, Your Holiness the Pope. It seems you are still basking in the radiance of the Divine today. May you follow closely in the footsteps of God..."
Shimring Vigil replied weakly with a tiny voice, sounding as if she hadn't eaten for weeks—so frail she might pass away the next mont. She stared at the communicator with "dead fish eyes," her gaze sharp enough to lt the machine.
She truly didn't understand this Pope. Had he eaten sothing bad in the past? How could he say such an embarrassing na so calmly to his subordinates? Having such a boss was a massive headache. This na was like soone naming their sword "Pink Fluffy Bunny"—it was the kind of thing born from a cancerous logic loop.
"Speak up! I can't hear you clearly! You have to be considerate of an old man's hearing! Say it again, Miss Shimring Vigil!"
The Pope suddenly raised his voice, startling Shimring Vigil. She quickly turned down the volu of the communicator; otherwise, the mont of her social death would have been born right then and there.
"GOOD DAY! YOUR HOLINESS THE POPE!!! I HOPE YOUR HEALTH REMAINS EXCELLENT DURING THIS TI! I AM PRAYING FOR YOU RIGHT HERE!!!"
She had no choice. Even though she knew it was just a prank, our Shimring Vigil could only respond loudly to the old man across from her. Because he was her boss.
"Thank you for your blessings, I am very well. By the way, what was your codena again? I really am getting old; in just this short ti, I can't seem to rember it..."
Rember your grandmother's leg! Even if I know you're faking, as the Pope, couldn't your acting skills be a bit better? You halo-enlarged bastard!
Shimring Vigil cursed the old, indecent bastard in her heart, ntally stabbing a straw doll of him repeatedly. At this mont, she truly hoped from the bottom of her heart that the old man would forget to breathe and go et God for real—that would be better than anything.
"I am called Shimring Vigil, Your Holiness."
Despite her ntal curses, he was still her superior. No matter how absurd he was, she could only stay here and deal with his "bad taste" honestly.
"What? Speak up, I can't hear you! My ears haven't been working well lately. Speak louder!"
"Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale."
Shimring Vigil took deep breaths, trying to suppress the urge to rush to Chernobog right now and humanely destroy this old man with her shield.
Calm down, calm down, you can do this. That old man doesn't have many years left to live. Once you survive this period, your happy life will begin.
She comforted herself, saying things to make herself happy while silently counting pri numbers to quiet her heart. Now was not the ti for murder.
"MY NA IS SHIMRING VIGIL!!!!! YOUR HOLINESS!!!"
This ti, she almost scread the words. If it still didn't work, she would imdiately smash the communication device, delete all her contact info, and run away to start a new life.
"Alright, it seems there truly is no one else around you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to shout that loudly."
The old man's words implied that the reason he had done that was to confirm no one else was eavesdropping on her.
"I don't believe your nonsense for a second! Even to confirm no one is eavesdropping, you have other thods. Besides, this kind of action isn't very useful."
Shimring Vigil scoffed at the Pope's words with a look of disdain. She knew exactly how many wicked thoughts this old thing had and what a terrible personality he possessed.
"If there's nothing of value, stop talking. Why are you looking for at this ti? You should get to the point, shouldn't you?"
Before the Pope could speak, Shimring Vigil interrupted him, putting an end to the old fellow's desire to continue derailing the conversation.
"It's like this: in a few days, the Saint will head to Lungn for so private matters. However, she is currently hiding her identity, and Laterano will not provide any overt assistance. So, you understand what needs to be done, right?"
"Assist the Saint in a private capacity while ensuring others don't associate her with the Saint... but is that really necessary? Lungn doesn't even have a concept of 'The Saint.' Besides, I don't even know what she looks like!"
Shimring Vigil skillfully listed what she needed to do. She had accepted many such tasks, though this ti the subject was the Saint. She just didn't know what kind of personality this Saint had. If she was one of those spoiled "Ojou-sama" types, could she just give her a beating?
"She has a Sankta guard with her, and they will find you. You don't need to worry about those minor details."
"Yes, yes, yes. I will complete the mission properly when the ti cos."
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