"Enough of this nonsense, Juke. An incomplete old sacred mission? How absurd!" The Pope's derisive tone filled the nave as he fixed his gaze on Cardinal Juke. His boundless holy aura radiated from his body, making the air stifling and hard to breathe.
Compared to the Pope's oceanic holy aura, Cardinal Juke's holy aura felt like it was nothing more than a mere droplet. That was the difference between their power level.
The Pope reined in his holy aura, restoring the air to become breathable again. He glanced at Cardinal Juke with skepticism and added: "You accuse the captain of the Holy Knight Crusaders of our church without proper evidence? Baseless accusations are perilous, Cardinal, and you should be well aware of that. Moreover, you dare to deceive me about the completion of sacred missions."
