Stray

Jesse Dylan did what he said.

The heavy metal door slowly opened, and the smile on the blond young man’s face quickly disappeared, like ash that had been brushed away. He took a step inside the door, and there was nothing left of the flowing air at the moment. Adrian couldn’t help but narrow his eyes. Just gazing at Dylan like this, the cold discomfort climbed his nerves again.

He almost thought it was fear.

It must be a hallucination. The former Knight of Judgement shook his head slightly and turned his attention back to the room in front of him.

Although Adrian Cross had only been here once, he still had a slight impression of the furnishings in the room. The position of the decoration remained largely unchanged, except that the flowers in the case had changed varieties. This wasn’t a room for formal reception, and to Adrian’s surprise, Pope Dawn Quinn didn’t even bring a few guards. The old man was wearing a loose cassock, leaning his back against a cushion, steeping soft pastry into his tea. He didn’t even wear his crown, revealing a smooth scalp that perfectly reflected into a halo under the sun as there was no hair on it.

Adrian was silent. The last time he met the Pope there was the panache of a Pope, but now that he looked at how he was dressed, he looked just like an ordinary man eating snacks.

Seeing the two of them coming in, the old Pope nodded briefly and made a “please” gesture to the table a few steps away.

Jesse Dyaln simply nodded in response, and took his seat very naturally, while Adrian still stood straight, without the slightest intention of sitting down.

“Sit down Adri,” the Pope of the Laddism Church sighed. “I have heard Mercer mention the specific situation and I think you can understand his decision. It would be great if the current situation could be maintained. My son, I have no plans for you.”