RUSTLE. RUSTLE. In the magnificent Prayer Room, the only sound was the Pope flipping through papers.
After a while, the Pope's statue lowered the document in its hand. "Hmm... It seems there's nothing here that we want."
"However, its existence serves to confirm the Light God's oracle I mentioned to you before."
"The Foundation doesn't just research relics; they also possess some extremely dangerous items. The slightest carelessness could threaten all of humanity in the Abyss-Sea. We need someone absolutely trustworthy to explore them."
Charles folded his arms, leaning gloomily against the wall.
