Sylvester looked at the paper with a hidden frown. "I requested for the Traveling Preacher profession, Holy Father."
The Pope chuckled and tried reassuring him. "Son, that job is reserved for old retiring clergy. However, this one is better fitting for you, as it requires a sharp mind and strong body, which you have proven during years of training. Moreover, Inquisitor High Lord has informed me about your amazing feats of noticing things most fail to do.
"Meanwhile, Priest Felix is brave and powerful. He shall become a great partner to watch your back."
Sylvester didn't buy it. 'This job… aren't I underqualified for it? So what's his deal now? Pushing me to get stronger by forcing me to take risks?'
He knew he could not deny this work. But he sure was going to milk it. "Can I bring a few other friends with me? And Sir Dolorem?"
