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Chapter 35: Strange Pontiff
The atmosphere inside the warehouse froze completely the moment Pope Austin stepped in.
The divine radiance pouring from him spread out like morning mist. It was gentle, yet it covered the entire space. His white robe trimmed with gold swayed with every step, and his clear platinum-colored eyes quietly swept over the three intruders: Emilia, Caesar, and Dyan.
No one spoke.
Only faint breathing and the lingering smell of burnt divine power remained in the air.
Austin tilted his head. His gaze was soft, as if offering a blessing, yet it made cold sweat run down Caesar's and Dyan's backs.
"You must be the ones from the palace, correct? Princess Emilia and Crown Prince Caesar."
His eyes stopped at the traces of deathly divine power drifting in the air, the faint dark mist coming from the black crystal in Emilia's hand.
Then he looked at her.
Immediately, those clear eyes lit up with something like… curiosity.
