There was nothing unusual.
However, if anyone had been able to get close to him, they would have noticed a... strange stain on his once-black clothes,
and the white handkerchief in his hand
had already... been dyed dark red.
"Mm. Go quickly and come back soon. If she really refuses to return, then you don't have to come back either. Stay by her side and protect her."
"Yes. I'll have Karls temporarily take over as manager right away."
Karls nodded, then raised his head and glanced at the Pope. Lowering his eyes, he asked respectfully,
"Your Excellency the Pope, are there any other orders?"
"Hmm? Do you have something to discuss? Let's talk in the room..."
"Your Excellency the Pope, forgive my frankness, but the room is a little dirty."
"It doesn't matter."
The Pope walked into the blood-soaked room. In the basement... more than a dozen blood-covered corpses
lay on the floor, but the Pope acted as if he hadn't
seen them at all. He found a clean chair and sat down.
"Go on... What else is it?"
Naturally, the three men upstairs had no idea what the two were discussing in the basement.
But just as the Pope left, the argument in the room abruptly fell silent.
The three bishops stared at one another, but none of them spoke.
After a moment of silence, as if waiting for something, the three bishops exchanged glances. Then the most impatient of them,
the Orthodox Bishop, turned and left the room first. The other two exchanged a look before heading back to their own rooms. All three did
the same thing... They made
phone calls.
Each of them called someone, and the subject of their conversations... was really just one thing.
Get the angel's approval first! Then bring the angel to