Ray sat groggily on the bumpy carriage, heading to the eastern front with the Vatican visitation team.
When Jessica heard that her mission was to go to the frontline of the orc war for "support tasks", she cried out and ran to find Clomis.
At first, Ray was somewhat touched, as it seemed that Jessica really couldn't bear to part with him. But when Clomis came over to help with his slightly strained abdominal muscles and an already laughing-with-cramp face, Ray's face couldn't help but have some cramps too.
It was widely rumored that orcs particularly liked to capture pretty human boys, sexually abuse and toy with them before chopping off their limbs, fatten them up and feed them to seatwolves. Jessica must have heard these rumors often, so she rushed to Clomis for mercy, vividly describing the horrible scenario of Ray being captured and tortured by the brawny orc soldiers. Clomis, suppressing laughter, gently comforted Jessica and assured her that Ray would stay in the safest place. Then Clomis rushed over to add fuel to the fire by describing the situation to Ray.
As a result, the next day, Jessica prepared a whole 30 kilograms of luggage for herself, had the sturdy young John carry it onto the carriage, and repeatedly instructed that he must run as soon as he saw an orc, and never try to play the hero! The kitchen aunts also wiped their tears while sending Ray off, their eyes looking at him like a defoliated parrot.
Only Clomis quietly approached to comfort Ray, saying, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Jessica! But anyway, you're very capable, it's just a blink of an eye before you come back to see her. But shouldn't we find a chance to get rid of young John? Look, he's showing off his muscles to Jessica again!"
Ray threw another milk sludge bar into his mouth, guessing that these delicacies must have been secretly hidden by Jessica, no wonder he couldn't find them in the kitchen every time. If he didn't formally tell her that he was going to the frontline, he might not get them even during the Holy Spirit Festival. Ray smiled happily, but couldn't help thinking of his mission, then he pulled a stack of files from his cloth bag and muttered looking at the twelve dazzling names on the first page.
"I have borrowed a person from my old friend, now His Highness Pope Chris, as the minimum guarantee. This matter, as well as his true identity, is known only to the two of us."
"Yes! I understand!" Elliot saluted and carefully opened a paper bag, taking out a thin file.
"Is His Highness Chris serious about this?" Elliot looked at it several times, and besides a photo of someone in a gray robe, there were only a few lines of text.
Name: Ray
Age: 16
Position: Within the Church's internal affairs department
Post: Janitor
Term of service: Two years
Awards received: None
Superior's comments: None
"Is he in charge of cleaning for these young masters..." Elliot rubbed his head, unable to understand why, but when he looked at the paper bag again, a black flag fell out. The flag was shaped like a long ribbon, with the white emblem of the Church printed on it.
"This, this, this, this... is he...?" Elliot hurriedly grabbed the Black Flag, fortunately not dropping it on the ground.
"It is said on the continent that besides the regular six departments and twelve offices of the Church, there is a hidden organization in the darkest place. With less than 20 people, each of them has their unique symbol: a black poker card, a black glove, a black emblem, a black flag, etc. They are more efficient than the intelligence bureau, more powerful than the field offices, and even more brutal than the most violent beastmen. Some rumors say they are a demonic legion summoned by the Church from hell." Long Deschatez looked at the Black Flag.
"Judicial bureau," Elliot swallowed nervously.
"I once asked His Highness Chris about this Black Flag that has been flying on the grassland for more than a year. However, he denied the existence of the Judicial bureau."
"Uh, His Highness Chris is a pope, how could he lie..."
"He didn't lie, Elliot. My question was wrong. The Church indeed doesn't have a Judicial bureau, but the legendary "Executioner" does exist, hidden in some inconspicuous position, like him." Long Deschatez picked up the Black Flag and sighed.
"16 years old, so young!"
"Elliot, His Highness Chris has given us an ace, we must play this game seriously!"
"Yes, Marshal!"
"Enroll Ray as a janitor in the fortress's internal affairs department, but he can only obey the orders of the military commander of the "Astral" - Yang Elliot, and the Human Alliance Army Commander Stein - Long Deschatez! And grant him the wartime free decision-making rights! Starting tomorrow, let him observe the Astral team's joint training exercises!"
"Yes, Marshal!" Elliot saluted again sharply.
