Stray

The waiting room of Clementine Cathedral had excellent lighting. The afternoon sun illuminated the white and smooth statues inside, and the gilded brilliance rolled across the gleaming floor. The breeze blowing in from the window seemed to be stained with champagne gold, warm and soft. From a human point of view, the aesthetics of the Laddism Church was good— They weren’t sure if it was at the Pope’s behest, but the waiting room didn’t exude much luxury or religious intimidation but had a rather sense of warmth and comfort.

Jesse leaned his neck back, and his long soft golden hair rubbed against the back cushion of the armchair. He raised his eyebrows high and looked directly into the dark brown eyes above him.

Adrian Cross rarely smiled, except for the occasional frowns, he rarely showed other expressions. If one insisted on finding emotions that belong to normal humans from him, one could only chisel a little bit from the depths of those eyes.

But Jesse knew that the other party was serious this time.

So he also withdrew his joking intention and made a “go ahead” expression. “Hm?”

Adrian Cross indeed wasn’t happy. Dylan had always acted absurdly, and he himself had no reputation at all. To be honest, Adrian didn’t really care about reputation, so he could acquiesce Dylan’s nonsense in front of the Knights of Judgement.

But the Pope was different.

Even if he looked at it from his own perspective, Pope Dawn Quinn was a very respectable elder. Lord Quinn was old and Dylan would often make a few blasphemous remarks; to say he had no worries was false. In case this thing in exquisite human skin made the Pope angry, he really would have no face to face his faith.

He was determined to talk to the other party. After all, from another perspective…