Although the Church seems not to have delved deeply into the study of dreams, if even the Hero can visit the Land of Dead Dreams like a tourist, there is no way the Pope would be unable to access the dream realm.
Yet the Dusk Fairy does not know that the Pope is already terminally ill.
Clearly, she hasn't seen the Pope in her dreams.
The Pope nodded lightly, his expression guilty, "Exactly so. If it weren't for the Dusk Crystal's obstruction, she would have already noticed at a glance that I am nearing the end, relying only on the power of the Holy Sword and the Holy Hall to barely cling to life.
"While she struggles so hard in the Land of Dead Dreams... I, as the Pope, have let things slip so badly, it's truly shameful."
The old man let out a heavy sigh.
"So, how did you end up like this?" The Hero couldn't hold back anymore, frowning as he asked.
The Pope slowly walked to the front row and sat on a long bench, gently patting the seat beside him.
