I Am a Necromancer, so It Is Normal for Me to Become the Pope.

Arthur traveled to a parallel Britain in the Victorian era... Supernatural beings were intertwined, monsters were running rampant, heretics were running around like rats, and unknown evil gods were overlooking the earth. Good news: He is a necromancer, one of the strongest extraordinary paths. Bad news: The Necromancer is the enemy of the whole world, and soon the righteous Holy See will come to raise his ashes. What's all this fuss about? Arthur sighed. ====== So—— The necromancer, condemned by the whole world, appears in London. The villain who plays with the dead souls has infiltrated the holy Whitechapel! The unfamiliar heretic monk passed through the solemn nave. The devout priest was walking towards the altar step by step. The wise bishop stepped forward slowly... But there was no way he could ascend the supreme Holy Seat. Tomorrow, His Majesty the Cardinal, who is admired by all people, will visit the Holy See in person. His Holiness the Holy Pope held a solemn coronation ceremony in front of the golden throne. ====== A certain cardinal who did not want to be named: The black robe and green light are the manifestations of the supreme holiness. Aren't the portraits of saints throughout the ages surrounded by the holy light? Chief Theologian of the Vatican: What kind of bone dragon necromantic creature? That is clearly a six-winged seraph! An old woman: Even the mice knelt down wherever he walked... Huh? Do you think those are corpses worshiping? That's called the return of all things!