Deep in the night, Capital of the Holy Crux Empire.
The pope was conversing with someone shrouded by a mist; only this person's voice could be heard; it's a male voice.
''Your son got beaten up badly. He couldn't even make it to the final, how pathetic.'' the mysterious person mocked.
The Pope's expression didn't change; he still wore his gentle smile.
Seeing that the Pope was not going to say something, the mysterious man clicked his tongue.
''Tch! Forget it. From the report, he didn't manage to make any progress with the Saintess. To make matters worse, the Saintess became someone else fiancée, the Eighth fiancée. This boy is becoming more troublesome. Let's watch for now. We shall take care of him once, making sure that he can't be used.''
The Pope's response was a smile. The mysterious man got more annoyed.
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