"We will head over there at night. For now, let everything be prepared." The Pope listened to the rest of the men's report and immediately dismissed them right after.
Across him was actually the 'Paladin' who was smiling excitedly upon hearing that they will be moving earlier than expected.
She had a satisfied look on her face when she thought about having to deal with a great hurdle to their plans.
"Do not smile like that. We will be dealing with the Real Paladin who was able to stop the internal war in Seirende in just a few moments. You will even have to work harder here than when we arrive in Seirende." The Pope caught a glimpse of her expression and immediately reprimanded her.
"I know, 'Your Holiness'. It's just that I could not help but be excited to finally have a thorn in my chest getting removed later on." The fake paladin replied there is a trace of sarcasm and cruelty in her voice, added by the gleam on her midnight obsidian eyes.
