As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime Chapter 118 – The Power Of Alma

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Saint Servant, Monn's small villa.

Alma was not happy to hear Monn's words. Her smile was still a little forced.

She said softly, “I see. But because my strength suddenly increased, I can't control it, so… ”

Monn's smile instantly froze.

He stepped forward, and Alma hurriedly opened the bathroom door.

A small body wrapped in a towel appeared.

Because of the impurities that had been excreted by the Holy Maiden Fruit.

It also made Alma's clothes dirty, and there was a strange stench on them.

Alma couldn't put them back on.

She had to wear a towel.

Monn walked into the bathroom.

His face froze.

The showerhead that should have been hanging, was broken.

The bathtub made of white tiles was full of cracks. Monn even saw a few bricks falling.

There were a few small footprints on the floor.

It was obvious that they were of Alma's feet.

Monn couldn't help but look at the footprints.

He saw Alma standing outside the bathroom, hiding behind Ace with an innocent expression.

Ace saw Monn looking at her and immediately said, “You can't blame Alma for this. After all, how can a child control their sudden increase in strength?”

Monn sighed and said, “Of course I don't blame Alma. It's just that I didn't think it through.”

Since the description of Holy Maiden Fruits had already stated that they would increase one's strength,

He should have expected that Alma, who had suddenly gained power, would not be able to control her own strength because she was not used to it, hence causing the destruction of the house.

It was his fault.

But that was not what hurt him the most right then.

Monn raised his neck and sucked back the tears that were about to flow out. He let out a long sigh. “How much will this cost?”

All of Saint Servant was suddenly stunned.

It was as if they were stunned by Monn's sorrowful cry.

Ace shook her head, feeling a little helpless at Monn's expression.

Ace rubbed her forehead and did not bother about Monn anymore. She let him have his own headache.

Ace crouched down. In order to prevent Alma from destroying the house, she began to teach Alma how to control her sudden increase in power.

It took Alma nearly an hour to gain complete control over her powers.

Moreover, she also missed school because of this.

But there was nothing she could do.

If Alma had gone to school in her current state, people might have died.

Therefore, it was not that big a deal to be late.

Seeing Alma carry her small pink backpack, she was about to go out.

Lying on the table, Monn said weakly, “Just use your strength to protect yourself. You can bully any kid you want.”

Hearing that, Alma turned around and stuck her tongue out at Munn.

She made a funny face and ran out the door.

“I won't!”

Alma's voice got further and further away.

Monn smiled.

However, thinking about his gold pound that was about to be gone made him return to his previous state.

After watching Alma leave, Ace shook her head in amus.e.m.e.nt when she saw Monn's expression.

Then, she grabbed Monn's arm and said, “Don't bother about the gold pound anymore. Hurry up and go to work!”

Preston.

When Monn brought Ace to the front line,

He found that the Holy Knights had already arrived on the battlefield and were well prepared.

In front of them was the flame barrier left the previous day by Monn.

The Holy Sword Elendil, which was still shining in the Sun, stood quietly in the middle.

It was like a soldier stationed at the border who never knew fatigue.

Even though it was attacked by the werewolves fiercely last night,

The line of defense guarded by Elendil was still burning.

Although the previous day, Monn said that it could last until nine o'clock this morning, Monn also knew that something unexpected could happen at night.

Thus, he had infused almost all of his Holy Power into the several obscure inscriptions on the body of the Elendil sword.

Only the Holy Power that could bring Ace back to Saint Servant was left.

At this point, Monn seemed to have completely gotten used to Ace's presence.

Even when he went home, Monn still thought of leaving a little power for Ace.

Monn had yet to notice this subtle move.

When the Paladins noticed Monn's arrival.

Instantly, all the Paladins couldn't suppress the reverence that seemed to be overflowing from their eyes.

“Lord Monn!”

“Lord Monn!”

Every Paladin began to greet Monn.

Even the Saintess beside Monn didn't seem to notice it.

From this, it was clear that they all knew what had happened last night.

Although they didn't see Monn's sword display its might, the werewolves' fearful expressions couldn't have been faked.

This made the Paladins worship Monn.

Ace wasn't angry at all when she saw this. Instead, she felt happy because they all looked at Monn…

She had wanted him to establish his authority yesterday.

How could she blame the Paladins for greeting him first?

Elton walked out of the crowd.

He looked at him, excited.

He comes early today as he was afraid that something might have happened.

He hadn't slept well last night.

He kept tossing and turning on the bed, with his heart pounding.

In the end, no Paladin came to tell him about anything going wrong.

He just fell asleep.

When he woke up this morning, he came to the front line early in the morning.

When the Paladins heard what happened last night, they jumped up in excitement.

Wilting goatees suddenly had a burst of energy and instantly straightened up.

They were even more grateful to Monn.

They even felt a little guilty for going against Monn previously.

So what if there were some weird rules when it comes to such a capable person?

No wonder the Pope had only thought for a moment before agreeing.

It turned out that he had long set his eyes on the potential of Cardinal Monn.

That caused him much regret!

However, there was still a chance to salvage the relationship between him and the Cardinal Monn.

As soon as Monn arrived, Elton came forward hurriedly to welcome him.

“Cardinal Monn is truly divine!”

Elton rubbed his hands together and said obsequiously.

Monn was Preston's greatest savior.

If they could arrange for him, maybe Preston would go back to normal.