"Wait…..." The Pope broke out of feeling feeble as he was filled with foreboding, "Y-You can’t kill me, no, you…... You can’t kill me." He acknowledged that he would no longer be a match to the madame if he was alone, and her intentions were as clear as day now - she was here to kill him.
It was impossible for her to kill him entirely though.
He was alone and ill-prepared for this, but once he could go back to the cathedral, he would have a way to defeat the madame.
The madame’s expression looked like she was hit by a sudden realization, "Ah, I know what you mean. You were quite a conservative pope back then, but you suddenly became progressive after an eight-year disappearance. I was intrigued, and busied myself with the investigation. That was why I allowed all this nuisance to happen in my household."
She…... She knew? His face grew pale.