Claudio's face instantly darkened like iron, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he clenched them.
The Association's greatest concern had finally come to pass.
The Church's earlier compromises and concessions had merely been a disguise for the plan that followed.
"So you chose today to make your move against Wu Heng." Claudio's voice was grave, with anger beneath it.
The Pope leisurely set down his teacup, his expression still calm.
There was no longer any need for pretense. The plan had succeeded, and even if the Association learned of it, there was nothing they could do to reverse it.
As always, if a person was alive, the Association would still try to protect them.
But if they were dead, who would truly seek justice for a dead man?
"Perhaps it was simply fate?" The Pope wore a benevolent smile.
"He is a Leader registered with the Association!" Claudio said angrily. "You truly no longer regard the Association as anything."
The Pope lightly stroked the Holy Emblem embroidered in gold thread on his sleeve, his tone still peaceful. "It is merely a private grievance. Why elevate it to the level of the Association?"
When he raised his eyes, a flash of severity passed through them. "Claudio, you and I both understand that only one of the Church and that blasphemer is destined to survive."
Though "Claudio" spoke with anger, he did not believe that if Wu Heng died, the Association would truly do anything to the Church.
Claudio's breathing suddenly grew heavy.
Staring fixedly at the Pope's "compassionate and gentle" face, he suddenly realized that any argument at this moment was futile.
"The Association will remember today." Claudio abruptly stood and left.
The Pope smiled as he raised his teacup. "Give my regards to Leader Hadara'i."
After taking a sip