The Pope stood before the Holy Altar, summoning the Holy Light Goddess Afra.
Lette sat by the bedside, staring at the wall that had been smashed open.
Lilith gently held his hand and comforted him softly, "It's not your fault, this is a trap set by the Truth Remnants.
Given the severe lack of information, it's impressive you've managed this far.
If it weren't for you, the situation would be much worse now.
Moreover, you've cornered them. This is likely their last resort.
Besides, the Crystal Shoes are still with us, so we still have a chance to counterattack.
And Joanna is unharmed, right?
No Ascension, no Demon Ascension happened.
Your primary goal has been achieved."
Lette patted Lilith's hand, "I know. I'm just thinking about how satisfying it will be to eradicate those troublemakers later.
Honestly, I've never been this eager before!"
Lilith embraced Lette's head, gently stroking his hair.
