"Hmm?"
Natsuki Subaru rubbed his eyes, his face full of confusion.
A girl with pale golden hair walked out of the hall. The massive gate behind her stood over ten meters tall, creating an immensely powerful visual impact.
Her eye color could not be seen, hidden beneath platinum-gold lashes. Her skin was as smooth as congealed cream and polished jade, and her nearly perfect features gave people a sense of comfort from the depths of their hearts.
Clouds and swords had been embroidered onto her pure white robe with golden thread. Looking closely, her bare little feet did not step onto the red carpet at all, instead hovering four or five centimeters above it.
With every step she took, Holy Light burst forth behind her, accompanied by soft sacred music, like a mischievous child touching a beautiful instrument.
"Your Holiness."
The cardinals, archbishops, and others on both sides of the red carpet bowed in salute.
The previously quiet scene immediately erupted!
This girl, who looked no older than fifteen or sixteen, was actually the ultimate ruler of the colossal Goddess of Light Cult—the Pope?!
It was simply unbelievable! If the archbishops had not bowed to her, they would have thought she was a Saintess about to undergo her coronation ceremony!
In many people's minds, the Pope should have been a white-haired elder. At the very least, they could accept a vigorous middle-aged person.
But... a girl who looked fifteen or sixteen as Pope? Were they serious?!
Although an ancient monster over a hundred years old might have been hidden beneath the Pope's youthful appearance, what exactly was the point of looking this young?!
On the red carpet, the girl who had heard the archbishops' voices let her lashes tremble slightly before slowly opening her pale golden eyes. Anyone who met