Chương 427: 427. The Folly Goes Deeper

Holy Land, Pope's Palace.

"What a fine day, such a relaxing morning. Feels so pleasant to see the world rightfully transforming. The limbs of the church so perfectly performing — Ah, this is revitalizing… Hmmm…" 

The Supreme Pontiff of the Church of Solis, Pope Axel Tar Kreed, His Holiness, walked through the many hallways toward his office chambers. His deep, fatherly voice rang out through the corridors, singing spontaneous melodies, the lyrics pouring forth from the depths of his soul.

A broad smile graced his face, and he warmly greeted any clergyman he encountered, wishing them the best of luck.

Confused, the clergymen would go flustered and just bob their heads as fast as possible, greeting the old Pope back. 

Soon, the Pope entered his chambers and closed the door behind him. Immediately, a dozen or so high-ranking clergymen poured into the waiting area of the Pope's office where the Pope's assistant, Bishop Gunther, sat.