There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415: Chapter 407. Fake Paladins

The Temple sent two people who, from the uniform they wore, seemed to be high in rank within the Temple Management.

To prevent the meeting from being tied up to Trinity, they did it in another place; in the new house that Iron Shield purchased so they could have a base close to where Zein stayed at. It was basically an Ishtera townhouse, and the two representatives with their templar guards wouldn’t be able to do anything there.

And for that, Bassena held back from accompanying Zein. After all, they didn’t want the meeting to have a narration of intimidation.

The townhouse was just one of the flats in a calm neighborhood overlooking the river. Not too far from where the outbreaks happened last year, and coincidentally was one of Zein’s favorite spots. They sat in the living room, facing the paned glass window that showed them the serenity of the now-purified river.

Rather a fitting place for a talk between guides.

While Senan personally prepared the tea for them, Zein observed the templar guards. He knew of their existence; people who received the blessing from the Goddess to fight, not to guide. They weren’t counted as espers, because their power was gained through the Temple and not the Tower, which meant they could not ’level up’ in rank like espers would.

But they were pretty strong, supposedly. They should be strong enough to at least restrain a troublemaking esper who tried to coerce the Temple’s guides. Their ability, naturally, mostly lay in defense and movement restriction. It made them look sturdy, and the blessing of the Goddess made them look fairly good-looking.

For Zein, however, they just looked useless.

He stared at them with cold eyes, and they could sense it; a crawling sensation of dread, which reminded them of the time when the Goddess was enraged.

And if the guards could sense it, so did the High Priests.

’Truly a Saint candidate,’ one of them thought; a woman in her late thirties by the name of Agatha. She was one of the people in charge of the Saintess’s business and honestly...she didn’t know whether she wanted to lament or cheer the current situation.

It would be easier if this man was to be the Saint of their Temple instead--such was the thought of the Elders. Well...half of them at least.

Unfortunately, one who had been marked by a certain Goddess shall not be coveted by another Goddess.

Why were they persistently looking for Zein, then?

That was what Zein wanted to know. "I don’t like to waste time with glib, so feel free to go ahead and state your business."

It was Zein’s usual way to conduct a meeting, but for the people who had been living inside the Temple, it sounded rather harsh. They lowered their gaze unconsciously, and since they already did, Agatha went further and bowed in her seat.

"We would like to formally apologize, Sir Ishtera," she said, and the others followed her to bow their heads too.

After the recording of the Saintess’s action was circulated, the Temple’s communication officer issued an apology in front of the media. But whether it was Zein or Trinity, none of them responded in any way. After all, it was such a cowardly move to apologize on screen as if it was the public they were apologizing to, and not the victim himself.

"As the representative of the Temple, allow me to express our deep regret about what the Saintess had done to you," Agatha stood up and bent her waist to bow more properly. "As someone responsible for her education in her youth, I am at fault for letting her go astray."

The other representative, a younger male, stood up and bowed too--albeit rather reluctantly. "We would have the Saintess apologize herself, but unfortunately, she’s still in the isolation chamber."

Zein raised his brow slightly, and Agatha added quickly. "The Goddess did not let her out. She..."

She seemed to be hesitating, but not with the male representative. "The Goddess said that She wouldn’t let the Saintess out until you formally accepted our apology."

Zein looked at both High Priests and scoffed. He leaned back in his seat and replied coldly. "How cunning."

"Excuse me?!"

"Ruonan!" Agatha grabbed the male priest, before looking at Zein’s cold eyes. "I’m sorry, Sir Ishtera, but--"

"So you want to use me to restore your reputation by accepting your apology, while also blaming me for the Saintess’ absence," Zein said dryly, looking straight into the protesting priest’s eyes. "Isn’t that cunning?"

If anyone asked where the Saintess was, they could say the Saintess would stay in the isolation room until Zein forgave her. In the end, it would look like Zein prevented more people from getting guided just because he couldn’t let go of his anger.

Oh, no--it wasn’t the Temple’s fault, much more the Goddess’ fault. No. It would be Zein’s fault that the Temple Management was such a mess.

"Do you think I’d care if the Saintess couldn’t come out?" Zein smirked. "Most of the people who use her guiding are the rich who see getting cleansed in the Temple as a status, anyway," he crossed his arms and shifted his gaze to Agatha. "I couldn’t care less about those kind of people."