"I am Ruster, Ruster Rose Eagle."
The woman's voice came again, this time right beside his ear, bringing a warm breath but failing to revive the Pope; instead, it aroused a nameless fear.
"Impossible! Ruster is already dead, died in the Thorny Lion Territory."
In extreme fear, the Pope turned around without hesitation and drew the ornate dagger hidden in his bosom, the dagger unsheathed accompanied by his roar and stabbed into the chest of the woman claiming to be Ruster.
A burst of blood splattered out, covering the Pope.
The difference was it was not bright red, but green and crystal clear.
The smell of mineral-like blood filled the Pope's nostrils, he took three involuntary steps back; only then did he realize, Ruster showed no reaction at all, instead, she leisurely pulled the dagger out of her chest.
"You're afraid, my dear Pope." After pulling out the dagger, Ruster gently squeezed it into a lump of iron.
