บท 602: 601. Pope Sylvester Maximilian

Sylvester stepped out of the door and closed it behind him. The eerie and deadly feeling, along with the rushing solarium in the air, vanished with it. With a sigh, he scanned his surroundings as the torches on the walls rekindled on their own. Yet, after having learned what lay ahead of him in the struggle, it was hard to find any warmth. 

"Maxy, why is your heart going boom boom?" Miraj inquired as he nestled between the chest armor. "Are you scared?" 

Sylvester clenched his hands, both of them. "What if I say I am? Will that help?" 

Miraj wriggled out of his seat, jumped onto Sylvester's shoulder, and then hugged his head from the side, enveloping his fluffy paws across his forehead. "I used to be scared too, Maxy. But whenever you're with me, I feel very strong. Maybe you can find someone who makes you feel strong?"