"Your Holiness!"
Claire was the first to react, lifting her skirt and respectfully curtsying to Harry.
She was the most devout believer in the Millis Church in the entire family, and her respect for the pope was also the greatest.
But that did not mean she belonged to the pope's faction. Faith was faith, and political allegiance was political allegiance. They were two separate matters.
"Your Holiness, the Pope!"
"Your Holiness!"
A bead of cold sweat appeared on both Clairel's and Therese's foreheads. They reacted a beat late and hurriedly bowed to the pope.
Although their Latreia Family was a mainstay of the exclusionist faction and a political enemy of the pope, they had to keep up appearances, or this old fox would have grounds to make trouble.
After all, in this country, the pope held the highest authority!
Only the Millis God's divine envoys and children were exempt from bowing to the pope. Anyone else would be punished for disrespecting him.
Damn it, what is this old fox doing here?
Clairel looked at the pope with a beaming smile, his bow so perfectly executed that not a single fault could be found.
But despite his outward respect, he had already cursed Harry every way he could think of.
As pope of the Holy Millis Kingdom, he might look like a kindly old man, but he was the most calculating person in the entire country.
If he were truly as kindly as he looked, the cardinal would have kicked him out long ago!
As the leader of the accommodationist faction, he accepted the Demon Race not out of kindness, but simply because hatred generated no customs revenue and could not be turned into economic gains.
People like that were usually the most goddamn dangerous!
Fuck, get lost!!!
The smile on