Kapitel 162: HIS ONLY 'GOOD GUY'

IN THE dungeon under the Apostolic Palace, a thin figure of a child was lying on one of the prison cells.  His clothes were tattered.  His white blond hair was matted with dried blood.  But surprisingly, there wasn't any kind of trace on his porcelain like skin.  

The elf stared blankly at the dimly lit ceiling.  Those twin devils hadn't came in the last two days.  But that didn't really change anything.  He was still trapped in this place.  He wondered how many days had it been since that masked person brought him here.  He knew that person must be related to the Temple of Gaia, probably belonging to a group directly under the Pope.  As evidence of him being directly presented to the Pope himself after he was taken here.