Chapter 22: Saint? Witch?
Holy Light Church, Holy City
Cadina
In a certain room of the cathedral, a group of people wearing white ornate robes surrounded a round wooden table. They were holding a thick notebook and whispering about the internal affairs of the church. This was a routine weekly round table conference, attended by a number of great sages and the Pope himself, mainly to discuss the recent events within the church.
There was a plump old man sitting upright at the round table. I don’t know if it was because his eyes were too small and he was too fat, the excess fat was pressed against his eyelids so that he could only squint, he listened to the conversation in a dream-like state.
This bloated old man was the current pope of the Holy Light Church, St. George Washington.
“The meeting is over, you can leave, I will report this year’s specific data to the Pope.” A well-trained, lean middle-aged man stood up and made the concluding remarks.
“Then, Bellco great sage, we’ll leave the rest to you.”
“May the blessing of the goddess of light be with you, Bellco great sage.”
Everyone got up and politely said goodbye to him and then left the room in an orderly manner.