Soon, Charles saw the Pope's face, fixed in a seemingly benevolent smile.
The statue moved, and the Pope's eyes glanced at the papers on Charles's desk.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the paper flew into his grasp. "You're also watching the struggle between the Governors? What do you think of their current situation?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that? You're clearly the one behind Swan."
The Pope casually tossed the paper aside. "Child, you don't trust me. You never have. So what now? All your preparations have come to nothing. I told you long ago this was not your concern."
Clearly, he was referring to Charles's naval preparations; Hope Island's strategic planning hadn't escaped his eye.
"You said it was all part of the plan. So tell me, what is your real goal? I feel like our purposes are nothing alike."
A few specks of dust drifted from the Pope's body as he shook his head.
