"How's your trip Plutus?"
The pope at on the church chair, the moonlight comes from the window revealing his rather aged look. In front of him was Plutus, the young priest who had just gotten remote into High Preist.
Among the people who had become priests, reaching this far required a lot of faith in their own belief however, The pope didn't feel that the boy in front of him had what it takes to reach this rank.
"It was insightful, you holiness"
Plutus tries to make as much eye contact with the pope as to read his face. He didn't have a clue what the pope wanted from him.
The Pope squeezes his eyes, looking up and down Plutus's body. This end chills down the boy's pine since it feels like his whole being is being watched.
After a minute passed, the pope's left eyebrow raised, clearly surprised by what he was seeing.
