"...Young people are truly remarkable. I finally understand why Liberation said that."
Then he burst into laughter, giving the Pope's stiff back a hearty pat.
"You said you didn't plan on retiring any time soon, didn't you? How about now? Regretting it a little? Us old folks are really struggling to keep up with her!"
Shocked by the impact on his back, the Pope finally regained his senses, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from the sword.
"Saintess..." He subconsciously wiped away the sweat that had long evaporated from his forehead and spoke arduously, word by word:
"This... what is going on here? Didn't you just return from a tour of the Isolated Island?"
Could it be that the Isolated Island has been destroyed? Or did you accidentally get lost on another unknown continent and discover it's already facing doomsday?
He dared not even voice these questions, fearing a positive response.
"Oh, this, it's just this and that and this and that..."
