"Your Holiness the Pope, were you looking for me?"
Cardinal Francis Hillfin stepped inside.
He is the uncle of Casite Hillfin, possessing a wealth of artistic appreciation and theological knowledge, and is also a transcendent with unfathomable power.
No one knows his depth, because there's been no warfare around the Holy City for a long time, and even if there were, it usually doesn't require the intervention of the Cardinal Court's bishops.
Most bishops and popes take their extraordinary power to the grave.
Pope Gregory IX did not speak, merely extending his frail hand from beneath his robe sleeve, handing over two letters.
Francis received them respectfully, as if accepting a glass of wine from another gentleman. By the light of the candle, he first looked at the one from the Twilight Province.
It was Referee Chief Ximenes' report.
