No one dared to question the authenticity of that voice because the aura emanating from the tall tower alone reflected a Holy Light affinity that surpassed anyone else's. It was the purest Holy Light legend says is only possessed by a Pope closest to the Holy Light God.
Even the lowest tier Holy Light Magic, when imbued with the Pope's Holy Light, could rival high-level magic—an almost cheat-like artifact.
Since the chaos of the Holy Light Festival, the Pope had awakened and re-engaged with managing the Church's daily affairs.
He seldom spoke to the believers, yet those bishops and even the archbishops seemed to be under his constant supervision every day.
It was as if every high school student had an invisible homeroom teacher beside them while studying, never knowing when they'd hear a sudden yell in their ear, "No slacking off."
Terribly frightening, brother.
"They seem more exhausted than the laborers at the docks...."
