For the first time in his thirty-some years of life, Carlos began to waver in his faith. His eyes swept over the companions before him one by one, and he sighed before turning to leave.
The door closed with a heavy thud, and those seated remained silent.
"Carlos is getting more and more out of line. Making him the new cardinal was a mistake."
"That's not entirely fair; he's just too stubborn."
"Regardless, we can't let him participate in this operation. He'll ruin our plan."
"Your Holiness the Pope, please give us your guidance."
The Pope's eyes lowered slightly, a cold light flashing deep within them, "Have someone watch Carlos, don't let him sabotage this plan. This time, we must keep the Blood Clan elites in the Divine Country."
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