137. Dreams of Destruction

Sylvester wondered if the whole thing was a joke by one of the guards in the Soul Peninsula. But again, why would they do something like this? So either this was the story of the most debaucherous knight or the most unlucky Count. He wondered if the Count's children were even his own. Heck, did the Count's bloodline even survive? 

Grandpa Monk laughed after seeing Sylvester's deep-thinking face and poured him some more tea. "Here, freshen your mind of that filth now. Don't think much about it. I tried and couldn't come up with any reasoning." 

Sylvester was, however, also interested in the message from the Pope. 'Did he not see that as well? If he did, then why didn't he get it removed? Or could it be deliberate ignorance?' 

"True, but I came here to check up on my visions and you, Grandpa Monk. Every time I return to the Holy Land, I wonder if you're still alive." Sylvester replied.