…Today, getting a newspaper was a nightmare.

Everywhere he went, they were completely sold out.

‘Not that I don’t understand why.’

Right now, there wasn’t a single person in the kingdom who wouldn’t want to get their hands on today’s paper.

This was the kind of event that no one could ignore.

And of course, Ihan had his own reasons.

Not because he was dying for some cheap dopamine rush, but because—

As someone directly involved in this mess—

He needed to see how it was being spun.

This wasn’t just damage control.

This was cutting off the entire head of the beast.

“—No, actually. ‘Beheading’ is the more accurate term.”

Rustle.

Ihan flipped through the pages, scanning the headlines.

What he saw was almost admirable in its sheer audacity.

[A Radical Coup? Pope Berhen and Cardinal Dateo Dead.]

[The Extremists’ Crimes—Their Plot Against the Academy and Galahad?]

[Royal Family Outraged! ‘A Reckoning Awaits the Temple!’ What Will the Kingdom Do?]

The kingdom had flipped overnight.

Even the phrase “the entire nation was turned upside down” wasn’t enough to describe it.

For the next few weeks, the entire south would be buzzing.

There wouldn’t be a single quiet day.

But even in the filthiest, murkiest waters—

Flowers still managed to bloom.

Even as the entire nation raged against the Holy Order, one particular figure was being painted as a hero.

[The Bold Decision of Cardinal Michael.]

[A Saint in the Making? Cardinal Michael’s Unwavering Crusade Against the Heretics!]@@novelbin@@

[A Holy War or a Massacre?]

[Cardinal Michael, Weeping: ‘Those I killed were once my mentors, my fathers, my brothers.’]

Cardinal Michael.

A priest well past ninety, yet still sharp and commanding.

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