The question lying on the desk was brutally simple—and brutally cruel—
Will Saint Clement's Great Cathedral give them this money or not?
They had already sent an Angel to those lands, and now the King there was calling upon them for further aid.
Had this been five hundred years ago, the question would never have even been brought to the table; the Power Angel would never have descended upon the Twilight Province to begin with.
But now it was Aus Calendar 1054; this colossal Empire had existed for nearly a millennium, liver spots as numerous as the hairs upon its head.
Seeing the hesitation in the Pope's eyes, France let out a cold snort and spoke, clearly alluding to something.
"...The Church properties of the Ryan Kingdom were effectively absorbed into the Royal Court two centuries ago. If we lend them money now, it is no different from digging into the not‑so‑plentiful coffers of Saint Clement's Cathedral to fill Theoden's bottomless pit. Do you think that is worth it?"
