Chaos erupted.

In a fit of rage, Arsil grabbed Castie by the collar and dragged him all the way to the papal headquarters. The Holy Knights and the Hero's party, stunned by her outburst, hurried after her, trying to calm her down. But with divine power radiating from her, no one dared approach too closely.

"Saint?"

"Saint, you’ve returned!"

"Ah, so bright!"

The gates of the Holy Kingdom had three pathways leading inward. The central path led to the papal residence, where the wealthy and influential, who could afford indulgences, lived. The left path housed the poor, who could not afford indulgences, and the right was for those barely scraping by, balancing between indulgence payments and hunger.

Arsil had always taken the central path, never witnessing the suffering of the starving citizens. What she had seen today was a shock, something she had never imagined.

"Agreus!"

Kicking open the doors of the papal residence, Arsil stormed in, calling for the Pope, who was praying beneath a grand symbol of the Goddess mounted on the wall.@@novelbin@@

"Arsil, it's been a long time. But could you tone down your divine power? It’s bright enough to sting my skin."

The Pope, with his long dark blue hair flowing like waves, greeted her warmly, as if they had spoken just yesterday. Arsil threw Castie at his feet.

"Castie?"

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