Hearing the Pope speak so candidly, Charles fell silent. He knew there was a high probability the Pope wasn't lying.
Although he still didn't trust the Pope's words, he trusted the relic—the marker pen used to sign the contract.
Yet, Charles still felt that something was off, an indescribable sense of unease.
The Pope saw the look on Charles's face and immediately knew what he was thinking. He clasped his hands behind his back.
"Child, your paranoia is growing more and more severe. If you continue to doubt me like this, then instead of doubting me, shouldn't you be questioning the doubt itself?"
Charles was startled. "What? Question the doubt itself?"
"Yes, exactly. There's no evidence at all. Besides, we signed an agreement using your relic. What reason do you have to suspect me?"
"And if I'm not mistaken, there seems to be something terrifying hidden in your mind. Speaking of which, what's the difference between you and our Light God Sect?"
