He stroked his beard and grumbled, "Damn it! Xu Feiyan is a damn good judge of character!"
"They sure run fast."
Lucia glanced at the retreating Adventurers, her tone tinged with disdain.
"Of course, that's because…"
Delorri had started to offer a habitual compliment, but she caught herself, remembering she couldn't expose the Pope's identity. She paused, then corrected herself. "Miss Lucia, your Power is extraordinary. Of course they can't compare to you."
In response, Lucia merely shot Delorri a cold glance before turning her attention back to the distant Demon Race and beginning to chant a Magic Spell.
The scene made Delorri laugh awkwardly to herself.
'Yep, that's the Pope for you. Other than Saintess Vanessa, she never seems to like talking much with anyone.'
"Have the other Guilds retreated already?"
Just then, Xu Feiyan emerged from her room, having changed her clothes.
