Chapter 228
I discreetly gauged the atmosphere in the room.
‘I want to leave already.’
The battle with Evan, the achievements during the assassination of the operational team, and the use of magic that seemed akin to black sorcery—all these topics had been brought up by the Pope, who bombarded me with numerous questions. I answered them all properly.
This level of explanation should suffice; the Pope likely has no further curiosities.
Honestly, even the attention I’m receiving now feels overly excessive.
How many people, after all, garner this much interest from the Pope?
‘It doesn’t feel particularly good.’
The attention of those in power is often like teetering on the edge of danger or ruin.
I’d prefer to live quietly, after all.