"He sacrificed an entire island's population. How could he possibly be dead? Not only is he alive, but he also received the Feast-Goer's... reward."
The atmosphere in the Prayer Room became instantly oppressive after the Pope uttered these words.
Charles looked up at the three-meter-tall stone statue before him, his expression unusually grave.
This situation was something he hadn't anticipated. Swan was not only alive but had also come to hold a deep grudge against him.
Clearly, the whole mess had mostly been caused by the Grey Robe and the Pope; I'd only gone there to pick up the leftovers.
"What exactly is the Feast-Goer's reward?" Charles asked.
"I don't know. When the Feast-Goer left, Swan followed behind Him. The news that he'd received a reward was told to me by the omniscient and omnipotent Light God. Sorry, I tried to stop him but failed. He's too strong—even stronger than I am." The Pope's voice was saturated with helplessness.
