The Kingmaker System

I kept the mask of a despaired and broken lady on while observing the Pope. His calm, calculating gaze betrayed none of his inner thoughts, but I knew he was weighing his options. He had sworn to fulfill any of my wishes in his name—cornering him like this was not something he could easily escape. Yet, his hesitation spoke volumes.

Now, Marvoni, show me what you’ve got. Let’s see how far your deceit stretches.

After a prolonged silence, he sighed and finally spoke, each word deliberately chosen.

"I’m afraid, Saintess, but I cannot accept that request."

I gasped softly, lowering my gaze as if crestfallen. My hands trembled slightly in my lap, not out of true frustration, but as part of the performance. This man was even more shameless than I had anticipated.

"You must understand," he began, leaning forward slightly, his tone gentle yet firm. "You are a grown lady, and the Saint is but a boy. It would not be appropriate for you two to reside together."

I sniffled softly, refusing to meet his eyes. "C-Couldn’t we at least spend time together during the day? The High Priest rarely allows us more than a few minutes... H-He says the Saint’s schedule is too strict." My voice wavered, each word laced with vulnerability.

I stole a glance at him, watching as his lips pressed into a thin line. He was clearly searching for a way to deny me without appearing cruel or unreasonable.

"If it is only during the day..." he finally conceded, his voice reluctant. "I suppose I could permit that much. I will speak with the High Priest and ensure that arrangements are made."

"Really?" I whispered, my eyes widening in hopeful disbelief.

"Yes," he nodded, though his expression remained guarded. "But it must not interfere with your duties or prayers, Saintess. You have been diligent, I trust?"