Archbishop Of Greed Re Zero Novels & Stories

I say. "Exactly." As we search the office, I tell him about Maeve and her knowledge of Levana. “She’s a High Priestess of a coven? That would explain why my father wanted her. Only the best for my father,” he says derogatorily. As he’s been searching the desk drawers, I’ve been searching the filing cabinet that was also in the office. When I get to the locked drawer, I break the lock, Kella growling when we feel the sting of silver.

I commanded. A holographic screen flickered to life in the center of the room. It wasn't a clean image; it was grainy, filtered through layers of analog shielding. A man sat in a room filled with shadows and old leather—Uncle Lorenzo. He looked older, his face a map of scars and bitter disappointments, but the cold greed in his eyes was exactly as I remembered. "Gianna," he rasped, the name sounding like a curse in his heavy Italian accent. "Or should I call you the Architect now? The world says you’ve become a god. But even gods have debts to pay to their blood."

Everything screamed luxury and elegance. Even the stewards and maids were all disciplined. Furthermore, he was the Yellow Saint Archmage. The most respectable one after the Pope. Who would believe that, despite his wealth and power, his house was so lacking that he needed the maids of the Duke of Ivrea to assist with the latter's daughter's needs? Only a fool would believe him!

Azar angrily grabbed Prince Zach's neck. “What do you mean, Prince Zacharia Barnabas? Kill you? Do you want to waste Merlot's sacrifice? I lost my brother! Fuck! If you are indebted to Merlot, you better use your life to fight it out from now on! I Azar, vice-leader of the Red Magic Tower, will not allow you to die before this war ends!” said Azar while glaring at Prince Zach furiously, then he released his grip on Zach's neck. Zach coughed while touching his neck, which was red and bruised from Azar's grip.

"No salary?" "NO SALARY!" Derby repeated at maximum volume, running her words together so fast the syllables blurred. "He is an 'Independent Crisis Specialist'! Do you know what that means, Victor? It means whenever their toilets overflow or their servers catch fire, they ring his cell phone, give him twenty dollars and a pat on the head, and send him back here to eat our food!" "Mom, that is completely untrue and extremely disrespectful," Selin said firmly, her cheeks flushing with anger as she kept her arm linked through Ethan’s. "It’s a high-level contingency retainer! He handles emergency architecture!"

"It’s a... lure. He’s using your... compatibility... to bridge the... final gap..." Alexander’s eyes flared a blinding, electric silver. He felt his father’s ego surge, a wave of orange ambition trying to drown his identity. "Accessing Level 150," Alexander said, his voice straining against the internal pressure. "Objective: The Zero-Point. Status: Irreversible."

Now that the Zero Point has fallen and they have emerged as the sole keepers of the architecture, will their shared obsession be enough to govern the ruins—or will the vacuum they created invite a new, more primal predator from the shadows of the Trust’s history? (Watch out for Chapter 149) 💬 Add to library | Vote | please leave a review | Gifts

The architect didn’t answer immediately. The distorted voice continued. “We built the foundation you corrupted.” Kane stepped forward. “You forfeited control decades ago.” “Control?” the voice echoed with amusement. “We never wanted control.” The black crest shifted. Displaying a countdown. 02:59. Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not decorative.” “What happens at zero?” Cassius demanded. The architect’s voice lowered. “Full network reclamation.” I looked directly at the architect. “Define reclamation.” “Authority reset,” they replied.

"The architects have no money left to hide behind." ​Adrian growled softly, his lips sealing theirs in a deep, victorious kiss under the cold, fog-shrouded sky of the Azores. The Sovereign Vault was officially under the command of the Crimson Reign, and the final war against the creators of the beast was about to begin.

“I have to admit, when I heard about you fucking a demon, I expected a smarter woman. You know, someone who can actually deal with the pressure of being in the presence of a dark one like that. You can imagine how surprised I was when I first heard that you were here in the basement.” “How the fuck?” I asked, turning to look at my parents who avoided my eyes. His eyes hardening as he glared at me. His eyes were void of emotion, and he said nothing for a few seconds as he studied my expression. “Don’t worry, I was just as surprised when I found out about you.” He said, looking at Annalise for a few seconds before turning his attention back to me. “Alpha Alvize, Alpha of the Midnight’s Pack at