"I've helped you so much, yet you still don't trust me. You have a very unlikable personality."
Charles took the marker back. "I don't need you to like me. Just remember to uphold the contract."
Watching the Pope turn to leave, Lily, who was sitting on the table, said emotionally, "Mr. Charles, thank you for doing so much for me. Honestly, you really didn't have to."
"No, it was necessary," Charles muttered to himself, gently stroking her head.
Seeing the Pope sign the contract finally brought Charles some relief. Listening to the other man's endless, baseless promises had been making him anxious.
He hadn't forgotten Tuba's warning for a single moment. This wasn't just for Lily; it was also a way to test the Pope.
Since the Pope dared to sign the contract, his true goal must be to find the Earth's surface. At the very least, that meant their interests were aligned for now.
"Mr. Charles, are you free today?" Lily nudged Charles's hand with her tiny head.
