All Sin Archbishops Re Zero Novels & Stories

a sudden air expulsion came through his throat, it made the bishop cough over and over, “sorry my child, I had this chronic illness recently.” ‘Finally, such wonderful news, I hope he dies soon!’ Armadale giggled inside Jeremiah’s mind. ‘Amy, shut up!’ The archbishop tried to compose himself, “My dear boy, since you caused this mess, you are responsible to fix it, I will ask you to help me to heal all priests that you've injured in this room.” Jeremiah looked around, he saw so many priests laid injured on the ground; luckily, none of them was dead. “Certainly, Archbishop, it will be my pleasure to repent my sin.”

I never hear animals’ voices, but I was certain she understood me when I spoke. “Is mine coming as well?” “We can share one.” I let out before I could stop myself. I bit my lip and glared at the ground. “I thought you were avoiding doing anything with me. What does this mean?” Sin questioned. He stood in front of me and tilted my chin up. “Tell me, Artemisia.” “It means nothing. It is business.” “Stop being childish.” Sin chided. “Just forgive me already and let everything go back to normal.” “You can’t tell me what to do.” I scowled.

The Radiant Knights were one of the ten ace legions of The Light Council, known for being unbeatable wherever they went. What was his next move? Martin clenched his teeth, contemplated briefly, and then issued a command, "Assemble all combat troops and prepare to confront the enemy!" An hour later, outside Ebonstone City, the sky was filled with yellow sand. In the distance, an advancing battle team approached. Leading them was a middle-aged man clad in a red robe, with a Light Emblem embroidered on his chest. This was an Archbishop. The Light Council had a strict hierarchy. The Pope was at the top, followed by the Archbishops, and then the Cardinals. The distinction was that Cardinals did n

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.

The poison era. Standing in his full grace, the Archbishop wore his long mantle which had the sign of the cross at both sides and a small red cap on his bald head. Vincent stood before him, glaring at the old man with a scowl on his face. “Sirs, I present unto you King Vincent Gael, your undoubted King: wherefore all you who have come this day to witness, pay homage and service, are you willing to do the same?” the Archbishop asked. His hands rested on both sides of the crown which was still placed on the cushion of estate.

As the chief steward, a man named Henry, catches sight of their arrival, he swiftly approaches with a sense of urgency, bowing his head respectfully and speaking in a hushed tone, "Your Highness and Master Mortfort, why are you so late today? The session has already been going on for a half an hour, and your late arrival will surely be noticed by the Archbishop!" Arthur and William exchange a glance, both feeling uneasy. Archbishop John Blackwood, a distinguished figure renowned for his unwavering commitment to justice and discipline, has earned a reputation for his remarkable ability to balance fairness and strictness. Often likened to an ancient sage, he exudes an aura of wisdom and experi

Bollis asked Narvi when Sethlzaar was done. Narvi nodded. "Yes, your excellency." "And the words of the soldiers shouldn't be summed up to fear?" "Yes, your excellency." Looking to the Arch-bishop, Bollis confirmed she had nothing to say before turning to the king. "Your majesty." Criver cleared his throat. Apparently, words would grace the man's lips. "The unsouled are a blight the scriptures speak off, but not one to have ever walked this realm since its creation." He looked at Edavi whom he had exchanged words with during the presentation before giving them his attention again. "So you will forgive me if I would rather have proof than submit military might to the seminary."

This was not the time to get worked up. “Let him finish,” I said. Caspian’s smile widened. “Thank you, Valencia.” He leaned forward. “The coadjutor archbishop—Bishop Luciano Moretti—has been waiting twenty-three years for the old bastard to die of natural causes. But unfortunately for him, Bartholomew seems to be getting younger by the day. He’s tired of waiting, and following Christian doesn't seem to be doing him any good."

Of her own obedience rotting in real time. She stood beneath the stained-glass cross like she was daring it to blink. In her hand was a manila folder. Tabbed. Color-coded. Heavy. Eden had always been detail-oriented. She took pride in it. Even now, her handwriting was still neat, her tabs still labeled, her rage still organized. $72,568. That’s what had been siphoned out of the church’s benevolence and missions funds—quietly, discreetly, fraudulently—into an LLC account under her name. A consulting firm she had never heard of, never signed for, never consented to.