Chapter 606: Holy Land (8)
The pope, waking from a short nap, turned his gaze to Lasha after noticing the bodies of several people lined up around him.
"Did you handle them already? These were once considered the elite of the church."
"These guys? Stop talking nonsense. These are the kind of people who'd get beaten by a brat like Arln. What do you mean 'elite'?"
"When addressing that person, show some respect. No matter who you are, there’s a line you cannot cross."
Lasha, who had been wondering if the pope was joking, became flustered when she saw his expressionless face and spread her hands in disbelief.
"Why?! You just laughed it off when I called them that before!"
"At that time, I hadn't yet formed an opinion about the Apostle of the Lord."
"So you’ve formed one now?"
"Ha. Hahaha! Yes, I have! That person is undoubtedly the one chosen by the Lord!"
The pope, recalling the scene from earlier, couldn't help but feel his lips twitch uncontrollably.
It had nothing to do with the beauty of the Goddess of Beauty and Art, who poured her affection into her appearance.
He paid no mind to the offensive language that might anger the evil gods.