Ippolito managed to reach a satisfactory agreement with Marco.
Marco insisted on his demands like a scoundrel, but Ipolito managed to achieve his ultimate goal, to part amicably with Marco's group with all his fingers preserved.
The key thing that convinced Marco was that what Ippolito was trying to do was not to transfer, but to withdraw from the industry altogether.
However, it was not easy to convey this to Marco.
"What? You want to work? Are you? In the palace?"
Marco looked at Ippolito with a look of disbelief. If he worked as an official in the palace, he was paid an annual salary of about 15 ducatos a year.
15 In Ducato, the small section manager of the smuggling ring earned a week's money.
Under Ippolito, the head of San Carlo, there were a little less than thirty small district managers.
In other words, if Ippolito invested himself without paying a penny to the district leader, he could arithmetically earn up to 2,000 ducatos a month.
"I don't know, but did you have that much money?"
If you are an official of the palace, it is a completely honorary position.
Of course, considering the cost of living in San Carlo, 15 Ducato was enough to make a living if you lived frugally, but that was the case for someone who had a lot of money, like Marco or Ippolito.
And Marco said, "I picked up a homeless dog with the bridge of my nose collapsed, and you couldn't do that."
"Oh, that's it..."
Ippolito stammered.
He rambled on and on about how, as bluntly as possible, his father had risen to a high position and was suffering a lot, and that he was going to protect him out of pure filial piety.
It was absolutely forbidden to say anything like, "If you go that way, you'll gain vested interests."
What if a guy like Marco, who was just rolling around, threatens to use the Cardinal's career as collateral?
But all of San Carlo knew who Ippolito's father was.
It was difficult to convince Marco that he was going to help his father, Cardinal of San Carlo, the representative of the Holy See, and a powerful figure among powerful people, out of pure filial piety, and for virtually no pay at all.
Fame was bad. If his dad weren't famous, it would have been easy to just lie and say that he passed away and that he had to take care of his mom.
Besides, Marco was the kind of man who spoke in the language of force, blood, and golden lump sums.
Because in Ippolito's world, it was so normal to eat like that.
‘I wouldn’t have gotten married anyway, even if I devoted myself to the priesthood...’
He wanted to get married, but only to find a great wife who would secure the title he did not have.
He never had any intention of falling in love with a specific woman or of wanting to live with her.
It would be nice if she were a great beauty, but any woman eventually gets boring, so it would be good if they changed often. He had no intention of continuing to live with the same woman.
If he could secure the high position he deserved by becoming a priest, that was not a bad option either.
It was a bit hard for others to think that he had lost the title to his sister and was pushed into the ministry, but he was a pragmatic man.
There were administrative hurdles, such as volunteering, but Ippolito thought his father would take care of everything.
Gee... Didn't Baldessar also go on pilgrimages or preach in remote areas and become a priest right away? Because I'm worse than Raphael de Valdesar?
Ippolito smirked. He didn't even think about the person who would give him the cake, but he just poured the pickle soup into the barrel. It was sweet and salty, and it was really delicious.
Ariadne welcomed the long-awaited guest.
"Viscount Gennaroso... You can go find it here."
Viscount Gennaroso was Bianca's right-hand man, who was in charge of all practical tasks at the Duke of Taranto.
"Come on!"
Sancha, who immediately recognized this guest, quickly brought the new guest to Ariadne's study, being careful not to be seen. Ariadne offered a chair to the guest.
"Sit down."
This was the one who would testify to Lucrezia's infidelity and the secret of Ippolito's birth.
But this guest was a little different from Ariadne's idea.
First of all, the personal information was different. In her imagination, the witness was an elderly lady who was Lucrezia's nanny.
To know the ins and outs of the situation, it had to be someone who took care of Lucrezia from a close distance.
Ariadne thought that if she wanted to know the whole story, she would have to be a person of high status.
Ariadne thought that if Lucrezia wasn't an idiot, she would have told this thing carelessly, in some way as entertainment, and in the form of asking for advice from a trusted person rather than confiding in a friend her age.
But now the person standing in front of her was a woman around Lucrezia's age, around 40 years old.
'I... Did I overestimate Lucrezia?'
It was a possible hypothesis. Ariadne asked the middle-aged lady a lot of questions to dispel her doubts.
"Are you from Taranto?"
"No."
“Did you know Lucrezia personally?”
At the mention of Gian Galeazzo, Ariadne's poker face broke for a moment, then returned to its original state.
She was the caretaker of the Bergamo farm who had abused Ariadne as a child. It was a name she had long forgotten.
While Ariadne was controlling her expression, the middle-aged woman continued introducing herself.
“My name is Maria Galeazzo... I worked as a handyman in the de Mare household, and later I was selected to manage the warehouse in the north, so I was in Yusu Village.”
The village of Yusu was a village attached to the Etruscan diocese, a little further north than the Bergamo farm, and was a farm directly under the Holy See.
Until now, Ariadne had been observing her critically. She wondered if she might be a swindler trying to sell her some medicine and get a big refund.
And she didn't really like the plot this woman was coming up with either.
Gian Galeazzo. Maria Galeazzo's mother was hardly in the top five of Ariadne's most hated people, but she was definitely in the top ten.
There was no expectation that the daughter would be particularly moral or good.
Marco insisted on his demands like a scoundrel, but Ipolito managed to achieve his ultimate goal, to part amicably with Marco's group with all his fingers preserved.
The key thing that convinced Marco was that what Ippolito was trying to do was not to transfer, but to withdraw from the industry altogether.
However, it was not easy to convey this to Marco.
"What? You want to work? Are you? In the palace?"
Marco looked at Ippolito with a look of disbelief. If he worked as an official in the palace, he was paid an annual salary of about 15 ducatos a year.
15 In Ducato, the small section manager of the smuggling ring earned a week's money.
Under Ippolito, the head of San Carlo, there were a little less than thirty small district managers.
In other words, if Ippolito invested himself without paying a penny to the district leader, he could arithmetically earn up to 2,000 ducatos a month.
"I don't know, but did you have that much money?"
If you are an official of the palace, it is a completely honorary position.
Of course, considering the cost of living in San Carlo, 15 Ducato was enough to make a living if you lived frugally, but that was the case for someone who had a lot of money, like Marco or Ippolito.
And Marco said, "I picked up a homeless dog with the bridge of my nose collapsed, and you couldn't do that."
"Oh, that's it..."
Ippolito stammered.
He rambled on and on about how, as bluntly as possible, his father had risen to a high position and was suffering a lot, and that he was going to protect him out of pure filial piety.
It was absolutely forbidden to say anything like, "If you go that way, you'll gain vested interests."
What if a guy like Marco, who was just rolling around, threatens to use the Cardinal's career as collateral?
But all of San Carlo knew who Ippolito's father was.
It was difficult to convince Marco that he was going to help his father, Cardinal of San Carlo, the representative of the Holy See, and a powerful figure among powerful people, out of pure filial piety, and for virtually no pay at all.
Fame was bad. If his dad weren't famous, it would have been easy to just lie and say that he passed away and that he had to take care of his mom.
Besides, Marco was the kind of man who spoke in the language of force, blood, and golden lump sums.
The story that Ippolito was giving up all the money he was receiving and going to become a palace official just out of ‘filial piety’, without any reason, did not convince Marco at all.
It couldn't be, right? But Marco reacted from an unexpected place.
It couldn't be, right? But Marco reacted from an unexpected place.
"What? Are you ashamed to do this in front of the celestials?"
Ippolito shrugged himself off. When Marco asked, 'Are you ashamed of my business?!' If he jumped in, grabbing a burning firewood, Ippolito had no choice but to beat him like a dog. However, Marco's reaction was quite the opposite.
"Yes, you can. My father is a priest, and I feel sorry for the celestials, and it may be bad for the seven angels who are in charge of the afterlife and reincarnation."
The keyword that moved Marco was faith.
"I'm a guy who does this kind of work, but I always remember my mother's words. In the eyes of the angels, stretch your back and live proudly."
If he had to add one more thing to his faith, it was his mother.
Marco talked for a long time about how good his mother was, what she had taught him when he was younger, and promised to let Ippolito go.
"If my mother were still alive, I would have done the same as you. Go and leave the handover to your friend. Say goodbye before you finish."
Although they parted ways on a ridiculously friendly basis, Marco did not become the head of the harbor for nothing.
Instead of letting Ippolito go unharmed, he robbed him of every piece of underwear.
Ippolito handed over Pawak's business partners and formulation to Marco, and also handed over the warehouse land that he had purchased with the income he had received.
Marco bought it with his own money, but he insisted that it was appropriate to leave it to the organization because he had bought it to store tobacco.
After handing it all over to Marco, Ippolito really had nothing left but 100 Ducato.
However, Ippolito was not in a bad mood. It was even refreshing. In the grammar of the scoundrel's world, this meant that Marco really wanted to let him go.
If he had said that he didn't need anything, Marco would have come to the mansion de Mare at night and asked him to come out of his father. The scoundrel world was such a place.
'I'm relieved. Now, if I start as an official under my father and become the center of various personnel...!'
In his imagination, Ippolito drew a beautiful picture of handing over a key position in the Emperor's Office to a person he arranged for, receiving a lump sum of 1,000 ducatos when the request was initiated, and deducting 2% of the diocese's income every time that person went to the next position if the request was successful.
His income may be less than what his do these days, but if he accumulates several things, money will automatically come in without any labor hours!
He had to run around in the distribution business he was doing now, and he had to drink to please others, and he didn't like it at all.
What he was about to do was a more advanced, and more vicious, form of bribery, but Ippolito didn't even think that was a bad thing.
Ippolito shrugged himself off. When Marco asked, 'Are you ashamed of my business?!' If he jumped in, grabbing a burning firewood, Ippolito had no choice but to beat him like a dog. However, Marco's reaction was quite the opposite.
"Yes, you can. My father is a priest, and I feel sorry for the celestials, and it may be bad for the seven angels who are in charge of the afterlife and reincarnation."
The keyword that moved Marco was faith.
"I'm a guy who does this kind of work, but I always remember my mother's words. In the eyes of the angels, stretch your back and live proudly."
If he had to add one more thing to his faith, it was his mother.
Marco talked for a long time about how good his mother was, what she had taught him when he was younger, and promised to let Ippolito go.
"If my mother were still alive, I would have done the same as you. Go and leave the handover to your friend. Say goodbye before you finish."
Although they parted ways on a ridiculously friendly basis, Marco did not become the head of the harbor for nothing.
Instead of letting Ippolito go unharmed, he robbed him of every piece of underwear.
Ippolito handed over Pawak's business partners and formulation to Marco, and also handed over the warehouse land that he had purchased with the income he had received.
Marco bought it with his own money, but he insisted that it was appropriate to leave it to the organization because he had bought it to store tobacco.
After handing it all over to Marco, Ippolito really had nothing left but 100 Ducato.
However, Ippolito was not in a bad mood. It was even refreshing. In the grammar of the scoundrel's world, this meant that Marco really wanted to let him go.
If he had said that he didn't need anything, Marco would have come to the mansion de Mare at night and asked him to come out of his father. The scoundrel world was such a place.
'I'm relieved. Now, if I start as an official under my father and become the center of various personnel...!'
In his imagination, Ippolito drew a beautiful picture of handing over a key position in the Emperor's Office to a person he arranged for, receiving a lump sum of 1,000 ducatos when the request was initiated, and deducting 2% of the diocese's income every time that person went to the next position if the request was successful.
His income may be less than what his do these days, but if he accumulates several things, money will automatically come in without any labor hours!
He had to run around in the distribution business he was doing now, and he had to drink to please others, and he didn't like it at all.
What he was about to do was a more advanced, and more vicious, form of bribery, but Ippolito didn't even think that was a bad thing.
Because in Ippolito's world, it was so normal to eat like that.
‘I wouldn’t have gotten married anyway, even if I devoted myself to the priesthood...’
Ippolito fell into a happy dream.
He wanted to get married, but only to find a great wife who would secure the title he did not have.
He never had any intention of falling in love with a specific woman or of wanting to live with her.
It would be nice if she were a great beauty, but any woman eventually gets boring, so it would be good if they changed often. He had no intention of continuing to live with the same woman.
If he could secure the high position he deserved by becoming a priest, that was not a bad option either.
It was a bit hard for others to think that he had lost the title to his sister and was pushed into the ministry, but he was a pragmatic man.
There were administrative hurdles, such as volunteering, but Ippolito thought his father would take care of everything.
Gee... Didn't Baldessar also go on pilgrimages or preach in remote areas and become a priest right away? Because I'm worse than Raphael de Valdesar?
Ippolito smirked. He didn't even think about the person who would give him the cake, but he just poured the pickle soup into the barrel. It was sweet and salty, and it was really delicious.
***
Ariadne welcomed the long-awaited guest.
"Viscount Gennaroso... You can go find it here."
Viscount Gennaroso was Bianca's right-hand man, who was in charge of all practical tasks at the Duke of Taranto.
"Come on!"
Sancha, who immediately recognized this guest, quickly brought the new guest to Ariadne's study, being careful not to be seen. Ariadne offered a chair to the guest.
"Sit down."
This was the one who would testify to Lucrezia's infidelity and the secret of Ippolito's birth.
But this guest was a little different from Ariadne's idea.
First of all, the personal information was different. In her imagination, the witness was an elderly lady who was Lucrezia's nanny.
To know the ins and outs of the situation, it had to be someone who took care of Lucrezia from a close distance.
Ariadne thought that if she wanted to know the whole story, she would have to be a person of high status.
Ariadne thought that if Lucrezia wasn't an idiot, she would have told this thing carelessly, in some way as entertainment, and in the form of asking for advice from a trusted person rather than confiding in a friend her age.
But now the person standing in front of her was a woman around Lucrezia's age, around 40 years old.
'I... Did I overestimate Lucrezia?'
It was a possible hypothesis. Ariadne asked the middle-aged lady a lot of questions to dispel her doubts.
"Are you from Taranto?"
"No."
“Did you know Lucrezia personally?”
"No."
Ariadne gradually moved further and further away from the correct answer she had thought of. The towns where she was born, her origins, and her life trajectories were all different.
The middle-aged woman introduced herself awkwardly, carefully observing Ariadne's expression..
“My mother’s name is Gian Galeazzo.”
Ariadne gradually moved further and further away from the correct answer she had thought of. The towns where she was born, her origins, and her life trajectories were all different.
The middle-aged woman introduced herself awkwardly, carefully observing Ariadne's expression..
“My mother’s name is Gian Galeazzo.”
At the mention of Gian Galeazzo, Ariadne's poker face broke for a moment, then returned to its original state.
She was the caretaker of the Bergamo farm who had abused Ariadne as a child. It was a name she had long forgotten.
While Ariadne was controlling her expression, the middle-aged woman continued introducing herself.
“My name is Maria Galeazzo... I worked as a handyman in the de Mare household, and later I was selected to manage the warehouse in the north, so I was in Yusu Village.”
The village of Yusu was a village attached to the Etruscan diocese, a little further north than the Bergamo farm, and was a farm directly under the Holy See.
Madame Maria Galeazzo said with an indignant expression.
“Lucrezia was very close to my mother. That’s why she appointed her to the position of farm manager.”
“Lucrezia was very close to my mother. That’s why she appointed her to the position of farm manager.”
Until now, Ariadne had been observing her critically. She wondered if she might be a swindler trying to sell her some medicine and get a big refund.
And she didn't really like the plot this woman was coming up with either.
Gian Galeazzo. Maria Galeazzo's mother was hardly in the top five of Ariadne's most hated people, but she was definitely in the top ten.
There was no expectation that the daughter would be particularly moral or good.
Moreover, Lucrezia had a strong sense of hierarchy and was very orderly.
Subald was not a maid, nor was he a great man who could tell his inner thoughts to Anak, a commoner who had been sent to be the manager of the plantation.
Ariadne decided that if the lady in front of her said, "My mother heard about it from Lady Lucrezia," she would just let her go.
"Just because we were close doesn't mean that Lucrezia told my mother all about herself..."
Speaking of which, the title was not "Madam Lucrezia," but "Lucrezia."
"If we were really close, she wouldn't have killed my mother like that."
Lucrezia sent someone to kill Gian Galeazzo.
She was afraid that the embezzlement of Ariadne's child support money would reach the ears of Cardinal de Mare. Ariadne, who was responsible for the incident, kept her mouth shut.
"But at least we were close enough to be entrusted with this."
The middle-aged lady held out a notebook in front of her. Ariadne picked up the notebook. It was a diary.
"Lucrezia seems to have entrusted this to my mother because she was illiterate. It was a childhood memory she brought from her parents' house, but the mansion was small and there was no place to put it, so she asked my mother to take care of it on the farm."
It was with a few other things, such as a dress that had become smaller, old jewelry, and so on.
Lucrezia, who wasn't smart, didn't realize that her excuse was the worst excuse she had ever made.
de Mare mansion did not have a 'de' for nothing. There was no way there was any storage space.
Isn't it something that no one can see and has memories that should not be found out by her husband?
Gian Galeazzo smelled money here. If she needed cash one day, she would blackmail Lucrezia.
But Lucrezia was quicker to get rid of Gian Galeazzo. After all, it is the ability to execute that determines the level of the villain.
"When His Eminence Cardinal sometimes went to Bergamo, Lucrezia was worried and asked him to move it to a prominent farm."
The moment Ariadne heard that, she remembered what Lucrezia's favorite flower was. Yusu Farm was a farm that grew tulip bulbs.
'That's why she told Ippolito to go find his mother's favorite flower!'
Since tulips originated in the Moorish Empire, the business of growing tulips on prominent farms as a source of profit fell due to criticism about what would happen if they were grown in the province, but this was once one of the cardinal's main projects.
'Wait, did my father come to Bergamo often?'
However, she was so distracted by the notebook in her hand that she quickly forgot about it.
"Can I open it?"
"That's right. Oh, there was this other than a notebook."
Maria Galeazzo handed me a medium-sized wooden box.
Inside was a silk dress of old-fashioned mothballs, a very old and worn bouquet, and a button cast in silver.
It was all the things Lucrezia had entrusted to Gian Galeazzo.
Ariadne placed the box in front of her and began to turn the pages of her notebook to the side.
[ Lorenzo has left. He promised that he wouldn't be able to take me because he might die if he went to war, and that he would pick me up when he settled down, but I don't think he'll come back. I just felt that way. ]
Ariadne recited an exclamation in her heart. Oh, his name is Lorenzo, right? Knowing that the man wouldn't come back was like a ghost.
[ I look at the silver button that Lorenzo left behind twenty times a day and then put it down. In this way, the family crest may wear out. I thought about it and then got angry. He told me to come to him when I gave birth to a son, but he said that he had fought with his father in the first place and had been sold out of the family register. He said he wouldn't accept his own child either. Where are you asking me to come to you? ]
Ariadne looked into the wooden box that Galeazzo Maria had given her.
She picked up a silver button. There was a crest of a snake breathing fire from its mouth.
Fire-breathing snake... A fire-breathing snake.
[ Priest Simon keeps trying to make eye contact with me during Mass. My great-grandfather was a Baron, but he was just a priest? Besides, if you're a priest, you have to go into a concubine! Don't talk to me if you're handsome, with a little guy who looks like a skinny anchovy? I'm angry and ashamed that someone who doesn't fit the class came in. I hope that on such a poor day, a thunderbolt from the celestial fell on Priest Simon. ]
Oh my god. Ache. Ariadne began to wonder if she could show the entire diary to her father.
Isn't there a way to show only the part where Ippolito's biological father appears?
[ It's been two months since Lorenzo left, and I haven't had my period. Last month, I thought it was just because I was sad. If I skip this month, there is no excuse. I can't take it out or beat it. ]
This is it. Ariadne's eyes lit up.
[ Priest Simon asked me to meet him under the oak tree in the village. I really don't want to go out... Now I have morning sickness. What if I went to Lorenzo's home with the button that Lorenzo left behind, and then I was kicked out? If Lorenzo dies, will he take care of me in that house? Simon told me that he would be responsible for me for the rest of his life. He seemed to want to make progress, but I threw it out. I was disgusted by the fact that he preferred to be pure. I don't like it. I don't like it. I want to die. ]
It was truly a naked record.
Ariadne was convinced. No man in the world can forgive the cuckoo chick even after reading this diary.
Even if it is the next Pope of Yesak, who should be the embodiment of the Great Self-Preparation.
This is the end of the ugly Ippolito guy.
Subald was not a maid, nor was he a great man who could tell his inner thoughts to Anak, a commoner who had been sent to be the manager of the plantation.
Ariadne decided that if the lady in front of her said, "My mother heard about it from Lady Lucrezia," she would just let her go.
"Just because we were close doesn't mean that Lucrezia told my mother all about herself..."
Speaking of which, the title was not "Madam Lucrezia," but "Lucrezia."
"If we were really close, she wouldn't have killed my mother like that."
Lucrezia sent someone to kill Gian Galeazzo.
She was afraid that the embezzlement of Ariadne's child support money would reach the ears of Cardinal de Mare. Ariadne, who was responsible for the incident, kept her mouth shut.
"But at least we were close enough to be entrusted with this."
The middle-aged lady held out a notebook in front of her. Ariadne picked up the notebook. It was a diary.
"Lucrezia seems to have entrusted this to my mother because she was illiterate. It was a childhood memory she brought from her parents' house, but the mansion was small and there was no place to put it, so she asked my mother to take care of it on the farm."
It was with a few other things, such as a dress that had become smaller, old jewelry, and so on.
Lucrezia, who wasn't smart, didn't realize that her excuse was the worst excuse she had ever made.
de Mare mansion did not have a 'de' for nothing. There was no way there was any storage space.
Isn't it something that no one can see and has memories that should not be found out by her husband?
Gian Galeazzo smelled money here. If she needed cash one day, she would blackmail Lucrezia.
But Lucrezia was quicker to get rid of Gian Galeazzo. After all, it is the ability to execute that determines the level of the villain.
"When His Eminence Cardinal sometimes went to Bergamo, Lucrezia was worried and asked him to move it to a prominent farm."
The moment Ariadne heard that, she remembered what Lucrezia's favorite flower was. Yusu Farm was a farm that grew tulip bulbs.
'That's why she told Ippolito to go find his mother's favorite flower!'
Since tulips originated in the Moorish Empire, the business of growing tulips on prominent farms as a source of profit fell due to criticism about what would happen if they were grown in the province, but this was once one of the cardinal's main projects.
'Wait, did my father come to Bergamo often?'
However, she was so distracted by the notebook in her hand that she quickly forgot about it.
"Can I open it?"
"That's right. Oh, there was this other than a notebook."
Maria Galeazzo handed me a medium-sized wooden box.
Inside was a silk dress of old-fashioned mothballs, a very old and worn bouquet, and a button cast in silver.
It was all the things Lucrezia had entrusted to Gian Galeazzo.
Ariadne placed the box in front of her and began to turn the pages of her notebook to the side.
[ Lorenzo has left. He promised that he wouldn't be able to take me because he might die if he went to war, and that he would pick me up when he settled down, but I don't think he'll come back. I just felt that way. ]
Ariadne recited an exclamation in her heart. Oh, his name is Lorenzo, right? Knowing that the man wouldn't come back was like a ghost.
[ I look at the silver button that Lorenzo left behind twenty times a day and then put it down. In this way, the family crest may wear out. I thought about it and then got angry. He told me to come to him when I gave birth to a son, but he said that he had fought with his father in the first place and had been sold out of the family register. He said he wouldn't accept his own child either. Where are you asking me to come to you? ]
Ariadne looked into the wooden box that Galeazzo Maria had given her.
She picked up a silver button. There was a crest of a snake breathing fire from its mouth.
Fire-breathing snake... A fire-breathing snake.
[ Priest Simon keeps trying to make eye contact with me during Mass. My great-grandfather was a Baron, but he was just a priest? Besides, if you're a priest, you have to go into a concubine! Don't talk to me if you're handsome, with a little guy who looks like a skinny anchovy? I'm angry and ashamed that someone who doesn't fit the class came in. I hope that on such a poor day, a thunderbolt from the celestial fell on Priest Simon. ]
Oh my god. Ache. Ariadne began to wonder if she could show the entire diary to her father.
Isn't there a way to show only the part where Ippolito's biological father appears?
[ It's been two months since Lorenzo left, and I haven't had my period. Last month, I thought it was just because I was sad. If I skip this month, there is no excuse. I can't take it out or beat it. ]
This is it. Ariadne's eyes lit up.
[ Priest Simon asked me to meet him under the oak tree in the village. I really don't want to go out... Now I have morning sickness. What if I went to Lorenzo's home with the button that Lorenzo left behind, and then I was kicked out? If Lorenzo dies, will he take care of me in that house? Simon told me that he would be responsible for me for the rest of his life. He seemed to want to make progress, but I threw it out. I was disgusted by the fact that he preferred to be pure. I don't like it. I don't like it. I want to die. ]
It was truly a naked record.
Ariadne was convinced. No man in the world can forgive the cuckoo chick even after reading this diary.
Even if it is the next Pope of Yesak, who should be the embodiment of the Great Self-Preparation.
This is the end of the ugly Ippolito guy.
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