"No sir, I have been doing fine."
"Good to know that there's nothing to worry about, you could leave now"
The pope smiles gently. Plutus gulped saliva down his throat and quietly left the area. Leaving the pope alone under the shine of moonlight. However, a second later someone appears on the side. His orange robes flutter against the white hue of moonlight.
"Old man, you knew something was amiss right?"
"Yes"
"Then why didn't you capture him?" The orange robe man felt déjà vu. He had asked this question countless times with countless people that the pope had let go whenever it was the priest who had no faith left or a criminal who should have died.
"I want to see what kind of future he would lead. remember when I first met him?"
"It's hard to forget"
