After they reached an agreement, Pontiff Saint Fran did not leave immediately. Instead, he spoke with Archbishop Link about Green.
"What do you make of him?" Pontiff Saint Fran asked. Until now, he had paid Green little attention, seeing him as nothing more than a young man favored by the goddess of luck.
Through the ages, he had seen plenty of these so-called "protagonists of their era" and "sons of the plane." There was nothing remarkable about them.
For a time, everything such people did went smoothly. No matter how recklessly they courted death, they escaped danger and might even turn misfortune into a blessing. No matter how arrogant or rude they were, people forgave them...
During that time, they often shone like the brightest stars, becoming great heroes celebrated by bards.
But once that time passed, their heroic radiance dimmed, their powerful luck vanished, and every great halo lost its luster. They returned to being ordinary people.
Yet they had grown used to acting without restraint. Unless they learned to rein themselves in, continuing to do exactly as they pleased would lead them to a miserable end.
That was why Pontiff Saint Fran had not thought much of Green, even after Green forced him out of the Mist World.
Only when Green obtained the Holy Tears did he finally command Pontiff Saint Fran's attention.
Whether or not Green would fade like the other protagonists of their eras, he had, for now, surpassed what a protagonist ordinarily was.
"He is certainly a lucky man," Archbishop Link said thoughtfully. "But beyond luck, there seems to be some more important factor behind his success."
"Some other factor?" Pontiff Saint Fran frowned slightly. "Could he be secretly favored by some Deity?"
Archbishop Link shook his head. "It doesn't seem so. I can sense