Ever since the Son of God, Messiah, descended and the Papal State gained several Earthly Angels, America had treated the Papal State as a major power equal to itself, if not a level above it.
America had not only established an embassy there but also built a small airport in Rome, the city nearest the Papal State, so its people could come to America's aid as quickly as possible if danger struck.
Of course, it also made it easier for Americans to seek refuge in the Papal State when danger struck.
"Angel Simon!"
American diplomat Maurice called out before he even saw the Earthly Angel.
He was frantic. Born and raised in America, he saw it as his home. Now an Evil God had invaded, and his home was on the brink of destruction. How could he keep his composure?
It was Sunday, the Lord's day of rest. No one had come to worship at the cathedral, so it was quiet.
Inside, Simon knelt before the Cross in a pure white robe, his face more handsome than ever.
He held a cross in his hand. Holy light fell across him, his three pairs of sacred wings trembled gently, and his expression was serene.
At the sight, Maurice stopped shouting despite his urgency.
He felt a cool breeze brush over his feverish heart, stilling its restless beat.
"I..."
Maurice looked at Angel Simon and opened his mouth. "...Your Excellency, an Evil God is invading America, trying to corrupt the Lord's lambs. Could you help them and drive that wicked god from this world?"
"America is willing to pay any price."
That idiot President Huo Meipu might have been bent on getting something for nothing, but Maurice had more sense than to follow Hodgson's way of thinking.
Getting help without paying a