Chapter 429: 429. The Scent of Absolute Death

Sylvester was powerless to alter what had transpired. The Pope's decision was final, and as a member of the church, it was his obligation to comply with the decrees. 

So he watched with a somewhat heavy heart as Saint Medico departed for the Holy Land with an extensive entourage of inquisitors. Seated beside the saint in the lavishly adorned carriage was Amy, who, understanding that she was being taken to Sylvester's abode, did not show any signs of irritation. Instead, she excitedly yelled and waved her hand as the carriage departed from the Wailing City. 

"Bye-bye! Please find me in the Holy Land! Bye Bye!" 

Sylvester reciprocated the wave. "Of course, I will bring you to my shop later for tasty treats!" 

"Meow!" 

Suddenly, Miraj, perched atop Sylvester's head, looked down at him. "Maxy, do I get treats too? I assisted you good this time, didn't I?"