"Hah... hah... hah..." Drenched in sweat as if he'd just stepped out of a bath, Charles trembled, bent over, and gasped for breath.
He remembered. That erased memory had resurfaced; he had seen this God before.
The enormous yellow eyeball underwater was Yidick. The transformation of his body that day wasn't an illusion. He had become His Divine Chosen One on that very day!
Watching the miserable-looking Charles beside him, the Pope remained unflustered, leisurely eating his egg. In the end, he even gathered the floating bits of eggshell, crushed them into a powder, and put it in his mouth, not wasting a single bit.
"Why... why did He choose me as His Divine Chosen One?" Charles turned to face the Pope.
The Pope chewed thoroughly and swallowed before speaking. "Do you think it's appropriate to ask me that? You're His 'Divine Teacher,' and you're asking me?"
