ARGENT stood up and followed the Pope. Harlequin followed behind her. She glared at the back of the Pope. If she could, she really wanted to put a hole on this bastard's back. Maybe she should just kill him. Once she managed to do that, a lot of her troubles would definitely disappear.
But the real question here was not if she should do it but if she could succeed doing it.
Yes, she could indeed just stab him with her sword right here, right now. But the probability of that succeeding was, no doubt, pretty low. If he could be killed so easily, then he would probably have died a hundred times already. With that kind of personality, he definitely would not lack enemies who wanted him dead. But look, he's still standing here. Safe, very much alive, and still projecting his holier-than-thou image.
But even knowing that, her hand was still itching to stab him.
