Pope?
The crowd around, all looking towards the front.
On the open space of the port, the Island Master's chest was pierced through, with organs and blood continuously flowing.
Standing behind him was a figure clad in a white robe embroidered with various suns, stars, and religious symbols in gold thread, wearing a crown on his head.
He appeared to be in his forties, with a calm and solemn face.
The leader of The Holy Court?
Why would he come here?
Why didn't he stop the Island Master from killing that Church Knight just now?
People thought to themselves, yet no one spoke aloud.
They just stared blankly ahead.
Thump~ Thump!
Suddenly, as the choral chant in the sky became clearer.
People closer to the front began to kneel involuntarily, bowing their heads in worship.
Tears streaming down their faces, their mouths voicing their inner pain and pleas.
...
Swoosh~!
