Chapter 108 Pope Benedict She was born a woman
Snowflakes drifted down the hair of passersby. He glanced at the nearby Vatican, brushed off the snow, and pulled a friend over. He lowered his head and whispered, "You really don't know."
Without waiting for his friend to ask, he pulled his friend away and said, "I saw it all. Your Holiness is a woman!"
"I'm not lying! A lot of people saw it!"
In front of the gate of the magnificent Dacron Palace in the Vatican, several cardinals looked at each other in confusion.
Today was the day when His Majesty summoned them for a meeting a few days ago. However, in the past few days, not only did their His Majesty suddenly turn into a woman, but he also walked back and forth between the cathedral and the Vatican as openly as before.
There are already many people coming to the church to pray every day. By now, the entire Lachigo probably knows that their Majesty has turned into a woman.
How did you become a woman?
Several patriarchs came with a stack of parchment documents in their hands, and saw that the cardinals were standing in front of the palace gate without going in. They saw the same concern in their eyes.
Their majesty turned into a woman.
What one person sees is an illusion, but what everyone sees is...
The gray-haired cardinal sighed and said, "Go in first."
The Darkron Palace is where successive popes held their meetings. It contains magic left behind by magicians hundreds of years ago, and does not require knights to guard nearby.
When they pushed open the door, under the flickering candlelight, they saw their Majesty, who was so beautiful that it was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman, already sitting in the highest seat.
Years of habit forced them to subconsciously quicken their pace and bow below: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Greetings."
Benedict above said nothing, and they stood as usual, each holding the documents in their hands.
Their hands, tightly gripping the documents, moved as they looked around calmly.
In previous cardinal conferences, they would report directly, come up with solutions, and then His Majesty would make the decision.
But this time…
In their sight, her face was still the same face. Even though there were visible female features on her chest at that time, they did not dare to look directly at it.
Benedict raised his eyes, his eyes light: "Why don't you start?"
The gray-haired cardinal was the first to react. He took a deep breath and bowed his head respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Inside the Darkron Palace, the sound of people discussing the meeting content echoed as before.
Benedict looked away, her light purple pupils still showing a hint of fatigue, and she looked away.
This was considered rude behavior, but no one was dissatisfied at all. They knew that she was listening.
The main content of this meeting was an organization they found during the three attacks on the Holy See, which was also the reason why the royal family had to cooperate with them and not add insult to injury.
"Preliminary confirmation indicates that this is an anti-theist organization that opposes the Church and attempts to oppose the existence of the Goddess."
"According to the captured prisoner, the organization's name is Broken Crown Covenant, and its origin isn't the Segarot Empire, but Iskana. We couldn't get the exact location, and he wasn't a core member of the organization. He died after we asked him about it. We've already sent someone to Iskana to investigate."
“There aren’t many people working on the Broken Crown Agreement.”
"We already know their current stronghold in the Segarot Empire, at least ten of them."
"Your Majesty, do we need to notify the royal family?"
Benedict, who seemed to be wandering around, lowered his eyes and said, "Well, let the royal magician go with them."
There weren't many people, but they were able to cause such a big commotion. The identities of the people inside were uncertain.
"yes."
It was another repetitive process. Every decision that needed to be made could be finalized as long as His Majesty above had no objection.
The candlelight was dim, and the people below suppressed their curiosity, and the meeting proceeded smoothly.
Voices echoed in the empty Darkron Palace, with Benedict occasionally interjecting as the meeting gradually drew to a close.
A few tears flowed from the candle, the voice subsided, and several people stopped and looked at Benedict.
They were waiting, as usual, for their Lordship to conclude the conclave.
Benedict's emotionless eyes fell on them, and after a moment he spoke: "When a husband beats his wife, it is a blasphemy against the holy light of God."
"Yes." The gray-haired cardinal bent down subconsciously and took a half step back. He suddenly realized what His Majesty said in front of him, and he raised his head in astonishment.
The cardinals and patriarchs looked at each other, but no one spoke. After a while, the middle-aged cardinal stepped forward, lowered his head, and saluted solemnly: "Your Majesty, the right of a husband to beat his wife has been recognized for hundreds of years and has always been..."
He raised his eyes slightly, but his lips moved a few times and he swallowed the rest of the words.
Benedict said nothing, still looking at them calmly.
They all agreed with the cardinal.
Silence spread, and she did nothing. The cardinals and patriarchs below lowered their heads even more. She did not speak, and they did not dare to speak again.
The gray-haired cardinal bravely looked up at the Pope.
She was the only one sitting in the magnificent palace. Her posture was slightly lazy and her eyes were indifferent, which was how she always looked. She did not seem to have any oppressive movements or expressions, but she always brought oppression for no reason.
He seemed to notice their Crown's face again, a face that was hard to tell whether it was male or female. When their Crown was still a man, they felt that their Crown was more beautiful than a woman, the one and only Snow Orchid in the world, a creation that the Goddess was proud of.
But this face is the one they are most likely to ignore.
From the first time Her Majesty appeared before them, they would whisper about Her Majesty's face, and some would even say dirty words about this face. Since when, from when exactly, when did it begin, when they saw Her Majesty or mentioned Her Majesty, their first reaction was no longer her face, but her methods and the respect they had for her.
Just like now.
Her Majesty had become a woman, but none of them raised any objection to her control over the Holy See. In such a huge Holy See, there was only a tiny dissenting voice, and they had already handled this voice without her having to do anything personally.
It is unprecedented for a woman to become Pope. In the past, they would have thought it was ridiculous.
But now, even if they wanted to object, it was too late.
They can stand in the Darkron Palace, who would not understand the real reason.
She is God's spokesperson and the only pope in history who has complete control over the entire Vatican.
The entire wealth of the Holy See is in her hands, and the direct authority over the Holy See Knights is in her hands, including their leverage.
They are not stupid.
The gray-haired cardinal sighed secretly: "Yes, Your Majesty, we will promulgate the new canon."
They don't care what kind of reaction it will cause after it is promulgated. They trust Her Majesty and she will not do anything without confidence.
The other cardinals and patriarchs saluted again and followed the old cardinal's decision.
Benedict's expression showed no emotion. She said calmly, "Well, go down and do it."
Even when Benedict was the only one left in the entire Darkron Palace, her expression remained unchanged.
She stared at the palace gate and reached for Xue Yuanlan's shepherd's staff next to the exquisitely carved handle of the chair, stroking it again and again.
They just weren't willing to admit that she was born a woman.
It's not that she suddenly became a woman, but that she has always been a woman.
Is it because they really don't want to pull her down that she is still firmly in the papacy?
Who can resist being looked up to by others?
Benedict stood up and grabbed his staff, the stuffiness that had previously disguised his masculinity dissipating.
She walked step by step to the decorations displayed beside the chair and removed the red cloth above the decorations, which could be seen as soon as she turned her head while sitting on the chair.
Inside the transparent shell is the head of a middle-aged man.
Benedict stared at the head quietly, his expression finally changing. A hint of joy lingered in his eyes, long worn out for years. "Look, I won."
In a good mood, she covered the head with the red cloth again and placed it carefully in the Darkron Palace again.
"I forgot you can no longer see."
She stepped back and peered at the former pope through the red cloth.
She had been playing this game for a long time, since she first came here and stared at the high and mighty, foul-smelling former Pope.
Since he can do it, why can't she?
The goddess is also a woman after all. Why can't she, who is also a woman, become His spokesperson and take the position of Pope?
After a long time, she remembered the past when she was sold as a slave in Iskanar.
She doesn't mind such a past, it is a part of her, just like she never looks down on her sexuality, it is also a part of her, a part she was born with, and she accepts all of herself.
After all, no one loves herself more than her.
So for her own sake, she became the Pope. She would make it impossible for them to refute her rule, and she would make them accept her rule. If they could not accept it willingly, she would force them to accept it.
Even if she were revealed to have been a slave, even if she were accused of killing the former Pope, it didn't matter, she would make them accept it, just as they accepted her as a female Pope now.
Benedict turned around and the elegant young man slowly walked out of the Darkron Palace.
The clergy and knights passing by stopped to salute her, and only when her figure gradually disappeared did they resume their work and continue what they had not finished.
No matter who you cooperate with or what you cooperate with, it is a means, and cooperation with false gods is of course also a means.
She knew what she wanted, and He could give her what she wanted, so she cooperated with Him.
How well she knew herself.
With the newly promulgated religious rules, is she really speaking up for other women?
Benedict stood in front of the gate of the Vatican, looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and a little bit of coolness fell on her face.
The knights guarding around stood up straight and bowed their heads in salute. When the clergymen passing by saw her figure, they all stopped and bowed their heads.
Even though they were curious about the fact that she was a woman, no one dared to look at her, and no one was puzzled by her sudden stop.
Whatever their Majesty does is right, and whatever she does is right, even if there is no reason.
She is their spire.
Benedict continued to move forward, with the wind and snow chasing after her. Let more people support her, and she admitted her meanness.
She was born this way.
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