I opened my eyes to find the Airship landing in the Holy City.
Dazzling Morning Sunlight was streaming in through the Airship window.
'Did I wake up because of this.'
Outside the window unfolded the clear, cloudless scenery of the Holy City.
It was a sight hard to see in the Smog-filled Academy Territory and The Capital.
I wasn't the only one who woke up because of the Sunlight.
"Ah, what kind of Sunlight here is—."
"Eri, nice Words."
"Hawawa. Why is the Sunlight so strong here?"
Erika covered her eyes with the back of her hand and sharply furrowed her brow.
Normally, one would associate this Sunlight with a refreshing and clear Morning, but
Eri, who valued sleep more than clear weather, glared at the Sunlight with hatred.
And then,
"Ugh. So bright."
"......Why are you having a staring contest with the Sunlight."
"I just wanted to."
Eri bowed her head, shedding a tear.
Having lost the staring contest with the sun, she covered her eyes with her Dark red hair.
I let out a Sigh and spoke.
"Eri. Don't try to sleep again, let's get ready to disembark now."
"Yeees......"
Erika grumbled and packed her luggage.
She didn't seem to have forgotten the fact that she accompanied me as my servant.
From the seat behind her, Gregor and Perisia quietly stood up.
"Hmm...... It has been a while since I was in the Holy City."
"It has been 30 years for me as well."
"Hmm? Lady Perisia has also been to the Holy City before? You are more devout than you look."
"It was an infiltration mission."
"......"
Gregor awkwardly averted his gaze.
Before long, the Airship landed at the Terminal of the Holy City.
After going through various entry procedures, we were only able to officially set foot on the ground of the Holy City an hour later.
Even while exiting the Terminal, Eri's grumbling showed no signs of stopping.
"Grumble, grumble...... The Sunlight is too stinging......"
"Doesn't looking at a clear sky make you feel better?"
"I would have thought so too if it hadn't woken me up, Teacher. The Mist of the City might be bad for other things, but it's great for sleeping in."
In any City of the Empire, the sky is always blurred with Mana Stone Soot.
Even when the sun rises, the light piercing through that Smog is somewhat powerless.
A murky ash color or ocher, and occasionally a red light.
That was the general color of the sun that most of Humanity knew.
However, the Heart of the Sect, the Holy City, was different.
It was not simply the Result of geographical Location or a meteorological Phenomenon.
Of course, it is true that the Holy City chose a good site.
But there is also artificial intervention.
A massive Divine Barrier enveloping the entire City in a circle.
This was precisely the Secret of this Sunlight.
'It is a Feat impossible to even implement if it were not in this Holy City swarming with Priests.'
Of course, this unrealistic clarity came with a realistic Price.
"It's so Uncomfortable, seriously. You can barely even see Magic tools."
"The Holy City strictly controls the Excretion of Mana Stone Soot."
"No wonder. How can anyone live feeling so suffocated? Did they block everything just because a little Soot comes out?"
"Because it is the City where Sunlight is most important to Humanity, it can't be helped."
This City is putting a lot of Effort into protecting the Sunlight.
And that Effort was quite Effective.
One could tell just by seeing the Sunlight descending from the cloudless sky clearly licking Gregor's bald head.
"......Lord Saint. Did you just have a rude thought?"
"Lord Gregor. It is desirable to maintain a sharp state as a Bodyguard, but I think it is not good to frame the person you are guarding without Evidence."
"Ahem."
Nice, Perisia.
And sorry, Gregor.
After that, I boarded the carriage waiting in front of the Terminal.
Erika followed and got in, and Gregor took a seat on the opposite side.
Lastly, Perisia naturally received the reins from the Coachman and sat in the Coachman's seat.
"We will depart now."
The carriage departed with a rattle.
It was better than when driving a car, but the carriage Perisia drove rattled quite severely.
Still, it was a comfort that she didn't try to Drift the carriage.
The carriage moved toward the Cathedral where the Council was being held.
Outside the window, buildings so clean they brought germaphobia to mind passed by.
As I was admiring that scenery and organizing the Holy City's specialties in my head,
Eri suddenly lowered her Voice.
"By the way, Teacher. Will it really be okay? The atmosphere was quite brutal just yesterday."
"Are you Worrying about me just now?"
"I didn't know what a Council was. I only found out after Freya told me yesterday......"
No wonder.
When everyone else was comforting me, Erika was quiet.
It wasn't that she didn't Worry, she just didn't know she was supposed to Worry.
"You said it's like a Witch Hunt? Couldn't they just make up their minds to frame you and brand you as a Heresy?"
"......Where did you hear that from?"
"From a romance novel Freya showed me."
"......"
As soon as I heard those Words, I was at a loss for Words.
As expected, romance novels chew up and spit out historical accuracy no matter where you go.
'Erika shouldn't consider this Reality.'
A romance novel is a novel.
It means it's not real.
I Worried that Erika might go somewhere and proudly boast about the knowledge she built up from this.
"Do not Worry. Because that won't happen."
"How can you Guarantee that?"
"Because the group known as Clerics is fundamentally good and Rational."
At my answer, Erika tilted her head.
She seemed confused that her Common sense was in Denial.
I let out a Sigh and corrected Erika's skewed Common sense.
"Think about it. Old Testament Style Clerics have to maintain a life that perfectly fits the Doctrine in order for their Rank to rise. On the contrary, New Testament Style Clerics must constantly offer prayers to recover their consumed Divine Power."
"......So?"
"It means this System forces these people to be good, even against their will."
To use a Metaphor with Knowledge from a past life...... Yeah.
It's roughly like Volunteer Work.
Even if it is Volunteer Work started from being pushed into it.
If it goes over a hundred or two hundred hours, Cognitive Dissonance strikes a person's Brain.
The Brain Rationalizes itself by thinking, 'The reason I am suffering like this is because I am a truly good person who wants to help others.'
It's the same for Clerics.
"They make the Doctrine a daily routine, kneeling to pray and self-reflecting every single day. If they repeat that for years, decades, won't they eventually have no choice but to become good to the bone?"
"Well...... Even if they started out fake, they end up becoming real, is that what you mean?"
"Exactly."
This is also why I fundamentally take a favorable stance toward Clerics.
First of all, they are fundamentally kind.
Because if they aren't kind, they can't endure it, and if they do endure it, they become kind.
Of course, not every Cleric is kind.
Because there are occasional terrible folks who get published in the Newspaper.
Because I wanted Erika to know that fact as well,
I entrusted my body to the rhythm of the shaking carriage and calmly continued my Words.
"Of course, there might be rotten Exceptions among them. But when they gather as a group, the story changes. Those few rotten apples will eventually lose their Voice and be buried in front of the Rationality and Goodwill of the majority."
Unless they are some ridiculous oddball who can instantly refill their Divine Power without praying and while breaking the Doctrine.
The massive collective intelligence of Clerics has no choice but to head towards good.
Because it is an Era that makes you good if you aren't good.
"Therefore, the Council being held today will not be a place that blindly frames me."
This is also why I thought of this Council as a Presentation Meeting.
It is a meeting place where people who have lived solely praying for over 20 years gather.
Because there's no way Barbaric shouting would go back and forth.
***
Although it was a City I was visiting for the first time, the carriage arrived at the Cathedral without asking people for Guidance.
It couldn't be helped.
There was no reason to ask where that ma—ssive architecture located on the Central street of the Holy City was.
It was so clearly visible even before landing at the Terminal that a guide wasn't really needed.
After arriving at the Cathedral like that.
The Party headed to the Great Hall where the Council was being held.
The path to the Great Hall overflowed with majesty starting from the Corridor.
Eri couldn't close her mouth at that overwhelming majesty.
"Wooooa......"
Paintings honoring The Twelve Gods were drawn on the arched Ceiling, which looked easily over tens of meters high.
The Sunlight coming in from the colorful stained Glass shone down on the paintings in the Corridor like a spotlight.
Eri was so busy looking around the Corridor that she forgot she had even come to the Council.
On the other hand, Perisia and Gregor's reactions were calm.
I didn't need to bother asking for the reason for Gregor, and for Perisia...... I decided not to think deeply about it.
I was the same.
'Because I have seen something like this about once in my Previous life.'
I visited the Vatican once in my Previous life.
I went there while I was on my way back from a seminar in Italy, and at that time, I looked around these architectures just like Eri.
If I hadn't had that experience, I might have been looking around like a country bumpkin too.
Perisia and Gregor misunderstood even that appearance of mine in a positive direction.
"As expected, Lord Saint is not swayed by such visible Authority."
"Isn't it obvious just seeing how he doesn't build such a building even though he could if he set his mind to it, Lord Gregor."
"Mmm. That is certainly true."
What the.
Am I rich enough to build something like this?
I didn't know because I recently gave up on counting the money going into my Bank account.
"......Thus, there was such a History to paint the god of our Ardenu Sect."
Ah...... My offerings melted away like this.
"Eri."
As I was walking down the Corridor with Erika harboring such somewhat rude impressions.
Before long, we had arrived at the Assembly Hall.
We entered through the Assembly Hall doors opened by a Holy Knight.
That massive Corridor resembling a circular Arena was fully packed with high-ranking Priests who had arrived earlier than me.
The gazes of the Priests fixed on me all at once as I appeared late.
— "That person is......"
— "I finally get to see his esteemed face."
Those gazes were mostly close to Goodwill or curiosity.
Thanks to that, I could be certain.
'As expected of educated people, there's no way it'll devolve into a Witch Hunt.'
Perhaps even the 21st Century hearings that pride themselves on being civilized wouldn't be at this level?
I stepped into the Corridor with a light gait.
The Priests rose from their seats and paid their respects by politely bowing their heads or drawing the Sign of the cross of the sun.
Savoring the feeling of having become a superstar, I enjoyed those gazes.
It was then.
"Ooh, Lord Saint. You have arrived."
As I was in the space for those waiting before going up to the podium,
an old Priest approached me with large strides.
When I looked closely to see who it was, it was the Director of the Meyer Infirmary, Cardinal Wendras.
Because he was someone who always wore Scrubs at the Infirmary, the Priest's Robes were unfamiliar, so I was late to recognize him.
As soon as he saw me, he spoke as if making a bold declaration.
"Do not Worry. It is something like a mere formality. Since I Guarantee your innocence, Lord Saint, nothing will happen."
Following Cardinal Wendras, figures from other Sects also came and went to greet me.
Most of them passed on Words telling me not to feel too Uncomfortable, and to just think of it as giving a Lecture and to comfortably come and go before returning.
Some even said they would help with sightseeing around the Holy City once the Council was over.
Most of the atmosphere was welcoming to me like this.
But not everyone was welcoming me.
"......May the guidance of the sun be with you, Lord Saint."
There was a group that coldly blocked my path, where smiles had been blooming.
It was a group of Priests dressed neatly with their Buttons fastened to their necks in upright postures.
Gregor gave me a Hint about that group.
"They are figures from the Holy Knight Unit. The person at the lead is Knight Commander Matthias, who put on a Great Performance as part of the Undead Special Task Force on the Western Front. For convenience, it would be safe to think of him as the Representative of the Holy Knight Faction."
The man representing the Holy Knight Faction was a square-jawed Holy Knight with a large Scar on his face.
From the gloominess filling both his eyes, the Goodwill directed at me seen from the other Clerics couldn't be felt at all.
"I will pray to God that you are innocent, Lord Saint."
The man with a blunt Impression left such a subtle Farewell and headed to his seat.
Just like that, before the meeting started, it was around the Time when I thought all the greetings were over.
It was when I was moving my steps toward the Center of the Assembly Hall while receiving the greetings of the Priests.
A young Priest wearing an exceptionally flashy Ceremonial dress glanced at me and blatantly clicked his tongue so the surroundings could all hear.
"Tsk. Nowadays, just anyone gets treated as a Saint."
"......"
Seeing what kind of human he was, the emblem attached to his chest caught my eye.
Emblem of the Saint.
It was that emblem I didn't bother wearing because it got in the way.
......That's right.
I should have worn it today.
I forgot.
'But who?'
The problem was that I didn't know who that human was.
In the current Era, including myself and Ayla, there are 4 pairs of Saints and Saintesses.
However, the thing is I had absolutely no idea who the other Saintesses or Saints were besides Ayla.
So I asked Gregor Wiki.
"Who is that person?"
"Ah, that is Saint Lauren."
Saint Lauren.
His Sobriquet is The Saint of Radiance.
Born into a wealthy Count's Family,
the fact that he had a Constitution that didn't catch diseases caught the eye of the Archbishop, so he received Education as a Saint since childhood,
and he was a Case who was Canonized as a Saint after treating a Plague circulating in the City one day.
Except for the fact that he was wealthy by birth, he was a similar Case to Ayla.
"Saint Lauren possesses the Power of Natural recovery of Divine Power under the Sunlight."
Gregor Wiki said.
All Saints and Saintesses have their own Powers.
Represenatatively, in Ayla's Case, she has the Power where the Symbol of the sun is automatically applied to all Magic.
That's why even when she uses Healing Magic, her consumption amount is less than others.
Depending on the condition or Conditions of the day, a certain Saintess's Divine Power fluctuates wildly like rolling Dice.
Also, a certain Saint is said to have zero Divine Power consumption and even reduces the consumption amount of other Healers' Divine Power.
"I definitely want to meet that last Saint."
"I was speaking of The Black Saint."
"Ah."
Cancel that.
Anyway, that Saint Lauren's Power was Photosynthesis.
"Tsk."
However, The Individual Concerned, dissatisfied with something about me, was clicking his tongue as soon as he saw me.
I gave him a light Nod and withdrew my gaze.
Because I didn't feel the need to bother wasting emotions ahead of the Council.
Only after exchanging greetings with the Priests like that did the meeting officially begin.
I took my seat on the podium prepared right in the Center, the dead Center of the Council chamber, where hundreds of pairs of eyes were focused.
For reference, I was wearing the Crow Mask.
I debated whether to wear it or not, but it was the Result of listening to Gregor's advice that it would be better to wear it since there were still many people who got confused.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
From the Chairman's seat above the podium, the sound of a heavy Cane striking the floor echoed.
The low, murmuring noise filling the Assembly Hall abruptly stopped!
The Council finally began.
The white-haired Archbishop acting as the moderator rose from his seat.
He surveyed the hall before opening his mouth.
"Today, I will reveal the reason for gathering the servants of the Main God here. Today, we will examine and have a Discussion on whether the acts of The Black Saint Yulian Nihilrit hold Heretical traits, and furthermore, whether there is a Worry of him corrupting into Heresy."
The moderator's Voice swept across the walls of the Great Hall and echoed.
People's reactions to the word Heresy varied.
Someone didn't have a single change in Facial expression.
Someone furrowed their brow.
Someone mumbled their lips as if itching to speak.
"As you all know, Saint Yulian has saved numerous lives without Divine Magic, and was granted an Exception and Canonized in Recognition of his noble Mercy and Compassion. However, he recently performed a Miracle by using Black magic to cure the Demon Disease. But, there is no way to know if that Miracle is a legitimate Miracle bestowed by The gods, or a wicked Trick."
Hundreds of Priests held their breath and alternately stared at me and the moderator.
"Thus, today's Council will deliberate on the following two Agenda items."
The moderator unrolled and held up a Scroll.
And adjusting his Eyeglasses, he began to read the Agenda items aloud.
"First Agenda item. Can this Healing Act be embraced as a legitimate treatment of the Sect. Originally, the Sect has defined healing using Magic as a sacred Right granted to Clerics. The Black Saint is a Cleric of the Sect, but the power he used was not Divine Magic, but Black magic. Accordingly, we will discuss whether the respective Runic formula can be officially recognized as the Sect's Healing arts, and if the existing Doctrine can be expanded and interpreted."
Would Black magic healing indeed be accepted as an official Healing Act of the Sect?
As it required changing the Doctrine that only recognized Divine Magic using Divine Power as a Healing Act, it was quite a heavy topic.
At the same time, it was also the Doctrine I most wanted to discuss.
"Second Agenda item. Can we trust that The Black Saint will continue to remain under the order and supervision of the Sect. The Black Saint has gained unprecedented Miracles and immense Fame. Based on that Influence, we wish to discuss whether he will establish a new Sect or false Doctrine outside the Sect."
This was a kind of Personnel Hearing.
It was a place to check if this person had any moral disqualifications, and then check if he wouldn't commit any incidents in the Future.
Of course, since human affairs are involved, something like this cannot Guarantee the Future.
However, one can filter things out to some extent through past events.
In other words, the Second Agenda item was an Agenda item meant to test my Morality.
Well, they'll thoroughly dig through my past while they're at it, but there's no need to Worry much about that Part.
"Those are the two Agenda items."
The Chairman standing at the Seat of Honor looked down at me.
"The Black Saint, Yulian Nihilrit Schnabel. Are you ready."
I rose from my seat, clutching the materials I had prepared in advance to my chest.
"Yes, whenever you are ready."
"Then, we shall discuss the First Agenda."
***
"Then, we shall discuss the First Agenda."
The moment the moderator's Words finished.
As if he had been waiting for this, there was someone who stood up from his seat right away.
It was the Representative of the Holy Knight Faction who had passed by Yulian before the Council began, Matthias.
'......'
The Holy Knight, who had raised his hand before anyone else, shut his eyes tightly, albeit for just a brief moment.
It was because terrible pasts flashed like a panorama in his mind Stained with Scars.
Normally, he would have shaken his head and brushed off those pasts as distracting thoughts.
But today, he did not do so.
Because regarding the First Agenda, this past was needed more than anything else.
The Western Front is the Hometown and Academy of Black Sorcerers dreaming of the resurrection of the Magic Tower of the 13th Month.
It is because that place, full of Undead of Natural Occurrence, is the perfect location for Black Sorcerers to run rampant.
Therefore, Holy Knights are frequently Dispatched there.
Holy Knights, who have a Matchup Compatibility advantage against Undead Sorcerers, were indispensable beings in the West.
The problem was his memories from there.
'......'
The Knight Commander witnessed just how terrible a being humans were there.
He realized that human selfishness could willingly sell out Humanity for the sake of their own Accomplishment.
That is why he participated in the Council.
Because even if it's a Saint, there is no Guarantee that a human holding a Sword won't cut a person with that Sword.
— "M...... i...... ster......"
Swallowing the Ghosts of the past, Matthias heavily opened his mouth.
His gaze was directed at Yulian, who was sitting in the dead Center of the podium.
"Before getting to the Main Point, I would first like to express my Gratitude for the Grace the Saint has bestowed upon the Holy Knights."
A rough and dry Voice echoed in the Assembly Hall.
"Thanks to the Chloroform, Cocaine, and Ether the Saint Supplied in the past, the terrible landscape of the Western battlefield has improved even a little. Thanks to you, Lord Saint, my Subordinates no longer need to writhe in pain like before when their limbs are amputated. Now that Penicillin has been created, the Holy Knights of the West no longer need to fear the evil Undead."
Conscious of being as polite as possible, Matthias spoke.
At his polite praise, Yulian nodded his head in satisfaction.
It was a bonus that he thought it would be fine to praise him even more.
However, this was merely a Setup.
"However!"
Matthias raised his Voice.
"That and this are entirely different problems! Black magic can never be a tool for salvation!"
He shouted firmly.
The will contained in his Voice made one rely on Intuition that it was not mere stubbornness.
Amidst hundreds of Priests holding their breath.
Matthias shouted toward Yulian sitting on the podium.
"Lord Saint. Do you know what will happen if the fact that the Demon Disease can be cured with Black magic is known to the world?"
Matthias's square jaw clenched tightly.
After catching his breath for a moment, he turned his gaze to the audience and spoke as if giving a speech.
"When the light grows stronger, the shadow inevitably darkens. Wicked Mages and Conmen blabbering that 'I too can cure diseases with Black magic' will run rampant like poisonous Mushrooms. Since the Desperation of those who want to live inevitably paralyzes reason, Patients willing to grasp at straws will gladly offer up their Souls to them. A disaster that kills the dying twice over will occur."
"I object."
The one who refuted this was not Yulian.
It was the Representative of the Mencia Sect.
"Isn't that too excessive an interpretation?"
"No. I have already seen far too many of such examples."
However, Knight Commander Matthias was stubborn.
His gaze wandered in the air for a moment, exploring his past.
It was to drag out a past terrible enough to shock the Council, yet one that could barely meet the acceptable level of gruesomeness.
Soon, his gaze, which had been swimming through numerous terrible pasts, stopped again only after recalling an appropriate example.
"......In the past, this was something that happened at a Fortress on the border of the Western Demonic Realm."
Matthias's Voice bringing up that past, unlike before, was worn and hoarse.
Because dragging out a Nightmare was by no means a pleasant task for him either.
But since it was necessary, he spoke while barely suppressing his pounding heart.
"There was a small young girl dying of the Demon Disease there. She was a very small and pitiful Child, who would weave wildflowers to put a flower crown on my head and smile shyly."
— "Mister! Mister!"
She was a good Child.
And a cute Child.
To the extent that if Matthias were to have a Child, he would wish for her to be like that.
But the heavens callously bestowed the Demon Disease upon that Child.
Matthias found that fact incredibly lamentable.
Thinking, just why did The gods hand down such a Trial to that Child.
If even Matthias, a complete stranger, thought so, how much more so for the parents.
"To save that Child, the parents did everything they could. And they eventually contacted a certain Healer."
A disease that even the Sect had given up on.
Rumors circulated on the Western Front about a certain Wandering Healer who could cure that Demon Disease.
The parents, wanting to grasp at even straws, eventually took the Child's hand and sought out that 'Unlicensed Healer'.
"A while later, I saw those parents smiling brightly. They said the Child's condition had improved like a Miracle. I too felt genuinely relieved, believing that the Mercy of God had reached them."
Matthias shut his eyes tightly as he spoke.
It was because he felt the terrible past becoming vivid.
After catching his breath for a moment, he opened his mouth again.
"But there were no Miracles in a place unreached by God's hand."
One year later.
Seeing the girl much less often, he felt something was wrong and visited the family's Hut.
And......
"What I faced was not the image of the harmonious family I knew."
"......"
"Black magic can never create life. Whenever the Child's diseased Part rotted away, that Wizard had repeated a terrible Incantation of cutting off the parents' healthy body parts and stitching them onto the Child."
That Unlicensed Healer was a Chimera Sorcerer.
One who cut off the bodies of healthy parents and Grafted them onto the Child.
At Matthias's Words, Gasps full of shock erupted from everywhere.
Yulian's breath also seemed to catch in his throat.
Matthias spoke while clenching his two fists as if to crush them.
"I saw the flesh of three people tangled into one, becoming a Patchwork Golem and approaching me."
— "M...... i...... ster...... It...... hu...... rts......."
"All I could do was cut the throats of those who howled in pain and wished for eternal rest."
Matthias couldn't continue his Words for a moment.
It was because he was choked up.
Having barely collected his emotions after a Deep breath, Matthias looked at Yulian.
"Lord Saint. I am far too foolish to know right now if your healing using Black magic is genuine for the sake of saving lives, or a Trick spanning several years. If you, Lord Saint, were to harbor a different intention, I would helplessly have to witness that gruesome sight again."
"......"
"That is why we must believe in the Saint's Faith and goodness. But where on earth is the Guarantee that this trust won't be betrayed? How can we unconditionally trust an individual called The Black Saint?"
"......"
Before long, the Knight Commander's presentation bordered on a plea.
Numerous Cases that he couldn't bring himself to reveal in a public setting passed through his Brain.
A Holy Knight Peer who couldn't endure the hardship of Old Testament Style asceticism and ultimately colluded with a Demonkin.
Mercenaries blinded by money who sold out Priests and Holy Knights.
To a worn-out knight, trust was far too hollow a word.
"......"
"Please tell us. How can we be certain that the things the Saint has proven will indeed continue forever in the Future?"
The audience sank into silence.
Soon, an answer returned from The Black Saint.
"If so, do not trust me."
"......!"
"An individual is far too fragile. Therefore, please constantly doubt me. Keep me in check, suspect me, and please create numerous institutions to monitor my Corruption and the Misuse of my Magic."
The Voice speaking like that from beyond the Crow Mask was calm.
From the very beginning when he came here, he did not want an environment where he could run wild.
Of course, he wanted his Black Magic Treatment Method to spread widely.
But it needed to spread safely.
'I have more than one or two Black magics to introduce in the Future, you see.'
Rather, Yulian was certain after hearing Matthias's Words.
If these Techniques were spread without checks or monitoring, it could cause chaos that would make the Magic Tower of the 13th Month look like a Mortal.
In the first place, the Black magics Yulian had introduced so far all had considerable destructive power if Misused.
Schnabel Formula 1 for making a Vaccine.
If this Formula was Misused, it could cause a zombie apocalypse worse than the West.
The Formula for treating the Demon Disease using Steroids.
Misusing this could wipe out people's Immunity Systems, turning them into AIDS Patients.
Those were even just the ones with mid-level danger among the Black magics Yulian planned to Research.
Right now, he was in the middle of Researching a Black magic for Anesthesia using narcotic Painkillers.
Harboring the danger that could start an Opium war in Another World.
The Chimera Procedure for organ Grafts was also sufficiently dangerous.
In Theory, the Conclusion came out that one wrong move could change the World Setting's genre from Dark Fantasy to Cthulhu.
'That is why whenever I Research Black magic, Teacher and I always put in a Safety Measure.'
However, human Malice is always bound to be creative and innovative.
Neither Yulian nor the Great Sage thought this Safety Measure would last forever.
For that reason, Yulian also actively agreed with Matthias's Distrust.
'Who knows. I might suddenly get strange dementia in my twilight years and resurrect the Magic Tower of the 13th Month.'
He personally wanted to close his eyes in Peace during his twilight years, but.
The ways of the world are unknown to anyone.
'I have no intention of following in the same footsteps as my stupid Senior.'
The Master of the 13th Month's Magic Tower seemed to have found checks and monitoring very Uncomfortable, but
to Yulian, the absence of such monitoring actually gave him more Anxiety.
He had lived in the 21st Century where numerous research ethics, complex procedures, and Safety Measures existed.
To such a person, this world's research ethics were completely shattered, like a Child left unattended by the water.
So he too was as desperate as Matthias.
For institutions that would monitor and regulate his Black magic.
"As it happens, I have organized the research ethics and institutions that can regulate such Black magic, including myself."
Thump!
As if he had been waiting, Yulian placed a Book on the podium.
It was the Merkur Trading Company's Research Ethics Guidelines.
"Do not trust me, but please trust the institutions and regulations."
Besides, he had another calculation in mind.
It was an ethic that the Merkur Trading Company alone had been keeping like stubbornness anyway.
If that was applied not to the Trading Company but to the whole world, the one who would benefit was actually Yulian.
It was a kind of pulling up the ladder.
"The Official title of Saint must not become Evidence that proves my goodness."
Saying so, Yulian confidently presented his own research ethics, which were restricting himself.
At that sight, even Matthias, who had been shouting confidently just a moment ago, stared blankly at Yulian, losing his soul.
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