Fortunately...
Pride Morning Star can help me!"
He looked up to make sure the Grand Hall was empty, then activated the Power of Law to seal the place.
Only then did he place his hands on the Papal Tiara atop his head, trying to lift it slightly.
In an instant, the shadow beneath the Pope's feet quivered, and behind him gradually unfolded three pairs of malformed wings darker than shadows!
A voice chanted in the sacred and empty hall:
"Praise... the Fallen Angel!"
Pope Francis IV gazed at his shadow, his smile as gentle and benevolent as ever:
"No one knows that I am the first clergy to cultivate the 'Gospel of Heaven,' and no one knows that my obsession when ascending to Fifth Order Legend was immortality!
Ever since becoming a librarian and seeing that 'Gospel of Heaven' manuscript, I've been waiting for the day to become Pope.
Because others need the Night Demon's Panacea to negate the side effects, but the Pope doesn't need it.
