"My four esteemed guests, the pope would like to have a chat with you. Could you please follow me?" The middle-aged missionary was gentle and he spoke respectfully.
Mag sized up that middle-aged missionary. He was a 10th-tier great magic caster. Mag wondered which Holy See's bishop he was.
Mag had always maintained a respectful distance with that mysterious pope. He didn't want Amy to have too much interaction with him.
The Holy See had once led the human race out of the dark ages and built the Roth Empire.
However, the Holy See had always been stuck in the mud. They had plenty of rules internally. Everything would become involuntary once they entered the Holy See.
However, the pope seemed to care greatly for Amy. He not only wanted her to become the Holy See's holy maiden and gave her the wings of light, he even came looking for her again and again.
If it was in the past, Mag would make an excuse not to meet that old man.
