His heart could not possibly be entirely unmoved.
Even if the Sun Pope could accept that sacrifice, he wouldn't actively send them to their deaths.
In the quiet space, the elder lowered his eyes, looking at the young man who showed little respect for him.
"Are you saying that I'm deceiving you?"
"Yes."
Herbert nodded calmly, squinting at the old man.
What?
Is there a problem?
Is it that you can't lie, or that I can't be lied to?
"This..."
The old man was initially stunned by the unwavering affirmation, then couldn't help but smile wryly, shaking his head in sighs.
"...Haha."
How many years has it been since anyone dared to question him in such a manner?
A hundred years?
Or a thousand?
As time passed, old friends withered, acquaintances gradually departed, and it grew increasingly desolate around him.
