"Who?" Tilly asked, intrigued.
Olivia signaled the waiter and ordered another coffee.
As the new coffee arrived, wafting a rich aroma, she sipped it leisurely, making Tilly even more impatient.
"Why do you always have to put on this annoying noble act, no matter the occasion? Who is it? Come on, spill it!"
Olivia slightly lifted the corners of her mouth, relishing the feeling of having the upper hand when Tilly needed something from her.
"Don't rush me, let me explain."
Facing Tilly's increasingly hostile gaze, Olivia finally got to the point.
She whispered, "A major event occurred recently in Norsgul, our eastern nemesis. The holy maiden of the Syston Holy See deposed the Pope. Rumor has it, the Pope was locked in his room and starved to death..."
"The Pope died?" Tilly was momentarily taken aback.
Tilly wasn't as attuned to international affairs as Olivia, but such earth-shattering news still made her pause to think.
