"If that Magician had any ambition—no, he didn't even need ambition. He just needed not to be an idiot!"
"But how was that guy any different from an idiot?"
Hearing the Emperor's words, the Pope sighed helplessly and said to the Empress and Emperor:
"What choice do we have? None of us is strong enough!"
"If the three of us were strong enough, I'd escape that old man's clutches and never see him again!"
At that, the Pope couldn't help recalling the miserable fate he shared with his two brothers.
The three of them were brothers, born to the same parents.
Both their parents were Trainers.
They had once lived happy, carefree lives, but both their parents had died during a trial.
Their prosperous family had been torn apart.
That was when they met the demon known as Tarot.
Tarot was still a young man then. He held out his hand to the three brothers and said:
"Your parents are gone. Come with me."
"I'll give you a happy, carefree childhood!"
The three brothers had no idea what kind of man stood before them.
They obediently followed Tarot home. Only when they arrived did they realize everything he had said was a lie.
To survive, the three of them had to grow stronger through constant bloodshed.
Step by step, they had made it to where they were today.
Through every fight, the brothers supported and encouraged one another.
They had long since become inseparable. Their early battles had left them with a habit.
None of them could bear to be apart. Even now, the three ate and slept together.
That was why they understood one another so well.
In battle, they worked together with near-perfect coordination.
Thinking of this, the Pope looked at his two brothers, tears gathering in his