Right now, it's just that awkward period: the newly reclaimed land hasn't yielded any grain yet, and the stored food isn't quite enough.
"I understand. Let me go see the Pope." Xue Dili had no intention of visiting that priest again.
Xue Dili saw it clearly—this wasn't the first time he'd torn pages out of his own Holy Scripture. Maybe he'd done it before. But this time, the choice this priest made was completely different from the priest he remembered.
At the very least, the priest here seemed even more conscientious than Ame's. Xue Dili thought so to himself.
Xue Dili met the Pope, and was surprised—he didn't know her at all.
She was a woman he seemed to have never seen before, around twenty years old, with a temperament somewhat similar to Alola's.
"You are…" She seemed to recognize Xue Dili in an instant, got very excited, and once again put on that "just saw my idol" posture.
