As Grant walked toward the Grace Square from the cathedral under the looks of countless believers, he felt that he would never forget that day forever.
The day he officially became the pope.
There was no need to repeat the cumbersome of the coronation ceremony. White candles that filled the cathedral, endless prayers, bishops who went up accordingly to bow and greet him..... He remembered those sincere faces, half a month ago they would stare at him angrily and curse at him for being a treacherous monster, yet, they could only obey him.
However, looking at how the bishops started obeying him, Grant did not feel any sense of satisfaction at all from his revenge.
He knew how he did it. Massacre, threats, bribes... He had already become a totally different person. The change happened so quickly and quietly that he did not even realize how he had reached this point.
