Ghost
The protagonist of the dinner had been destined to be Father Stra ever since he appeared.
Someone as heretical as him—an existence capable of violating ninety-nine of the Holy See's one hundred doctrines—would never be quiet wherever he went.
Actually, Father Stra perfectly embodied one principle: the strong could do whatever they wanted.
As the Holy See's greatest figurehead at present, as long as he did not openly betray the Holy See, countless Priests would naturally argue in his defense no matter what he did.
Grand Sacrifice Lahar ultimately failed to leave behind even a few harsh words before slinking away... He had no choice. He was genuinely afraid that Stra would kneel before him and beg him not to die.
Grand Sacrifice Lahar knew that he was nowhere near as good as Bahor. Otherwise, he should have been the one sitting in the chief judge's seat... Yet Bahor had been beaten half to death and carried away.
Admiring the strong was human nature. Father Stra, who had become the banquet's protagonist, was soon surrounded by a large group of wealthy merchants and celebrities... And the Priest refused none of them.
His policy was simply not to take the initiative, not to refuse, and certainly not to take responsibility!
After all, the one accepting the donations was Father Stra. What did that have to do with me, the acting Pope Stra?
"Stra."
A voice suddenly rang out from within the crowd. It was Radiance.
At once, the wealthy merchants and celebrities around them, like bees, tactfully left of their own accord... One was a king of the European continent, while the other was one of the world's three strongest, an existence standing at the peak of the world's supernatural powers. Neither was someone ordinary people could approach.
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