‘Come to think of it, this old man is famous for having a bad personality.’0

He was like a kind old man these days, but at one point, Father Basel was famous for his fiery temper. When he was still a cardinal, he wielded his mace and personally smashed in the heads of undead creatures. 0

Many people were still wary of him even after he became the Pope. Whenever Father Basel was mentioned, I'd always imagine an old man shouting at someone to bring his mace to him. His spit would go everywhere as he shouted, and his eyes would become bloodshot, which reminded me of Jung Ha-Yan whenever she was angry.0

“Are you telling the truth?” Father Basel asked. Had this old man been pretending as if he were senile all this while? I could see his veins bulging on his hands. He was still pretty healthy. It seemed that my worries were unfounded.0

“Bring my mace right now…” Father Basel ordered.0

'Don’t just start looking for your mace.'0

“It hasn’t been confirmed yet, Father Basel. It was simply an assumption,” I told him.0

“Goddess Benigoa! What did She say?” Father Basel asked.0

“Actually… it’s been a while since I heard Her voice,” I replied...0