While Joshua had no soul, his plugin mental faculty was heavier than a mountain, and no detail slipped him by when he started to think.
"Your Holiness, you're at the Far Southern Kingdom?"
Joshua said, having made out the style of the palace behind the pope. "I'll be right there."
With those words, he disconnected from the communications, his form dispersing into countless starry particles.
***
At the same time, in the Mycroft Continent, a black-haired man appeared in one of the courtyards of the Far Southern Kingdom's Royal Palace.
