Solomon moved his gaze over the hundreds of priests standing before him. Each priest remained behind a magical circle, and the Pope supervised those setting up the circles.
Aside from Solomon, the only high-ranking figures present were the Pope and Cardinal, and as the magical circle took shape in intricate detail, Solomon observed it closely.
He focused on keeping his attention sharp to capture every detail—attempting to ignore Alice, who kept talking beside him.
"Solomon! How do you think this magical circle works?"
Hearing Alice's excited voice, Solomon frowned with irritation but was careful not to show it, calmly brushing off the Saint.
"I don't know."
Alice sighed, smiling. "What kind of cardinal are you? Don't you know anything?"
Solomon shot a dangerous look at her, and Alice, understanding his expression, quickly grinned and apologized.
