'Yes! Yes! That's what I've been waiting for! All the planning, all the killing, all the suffering—For this! This Olive Branch! The one that matters the most… Finally!'
Sylvester was screaming in his mind, but his face only showed a simple, calm expression as if he wasn't really shocked or excited about it. After all, the guilt trip must never end.
"Wasn't I supposed to be under your mentorship for every alternate six months already?" He asked.
The Pope patted his shoulder. "This is different. Now, I shall teach you all I know about magic, fighting, and faith. I will ensure your great potential is not wasted even an ounce."
'Good, good! What else?'
Sylvester bowed his head with respect. "I will forever be indebted, your holiness."
