But now he just... just felt a little weak.
Adren looked at the Secret Keeper leaning nearby, he said nothing, and the metallic face showed no expression whatsoever. Adren found it difficult to understand his emotions and asked with a bit of reverence.
"Are you dissatisfied? I also feel that we are too slow. According to the intentions of the first Pope, all this should have been completed about a hundred years earlier."
Adren blamed himself, saying that to optimize their Authority, the Demon Hunting Order spent too many years, only digging out the angelic authority through death after death, systematically recognizing these mysterious powers.
"No... I just, just feel a bit ashamed."
The Secret Keeper spoke haltingly, perhaps because he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time, or maybe it was for some other reason.
He looked at Adren, this young Pope was wearing the silver crown, and the dim light reflected off it, almost blinding the Secret Keeper.
