"I agree to your proposal, Your Holiness," I replied, my voice carrying no hint of resistance.
The child's head jerked up, his wide, frightened eyes darting to me, but I continued. "However," I added, my tone steady and unyielding, "I believe it would be far too dangerous for the Saint to accompany you to the Holy Place, especially now that the Holy Lake has vanished."
"Pardon, but-" the Pope spoke up and I continued interrupting him.
"I felt the Holy presence in the lake, Your Holiness so, it's only right for myself to be there to investigate what had transpired in that place." I explained.
The Pope's brows twitched, the subtle movement betraying his displeasure. He measured me carefully before speaking, "But, Saintess, you have been around people, so, you might be able to reassure their safety. The Saint is still young for that,"
