Juan decided to venture out of the Vatican while he was still in possession of the Saintess’ body.

The layout of the Vatican was unfamiliar to Juan as it had been constructed only after Juan’s death, but he managed to find his way out somehow.

The guard was worried for the Saintess’ security as it was still early in the dawn, when the sun had not yet risen, but Juan had someone to protect and guide him.

“It’s fine. This guy will show me the way.”

The Black Priest followed Juan with a distorted look on his face. His broken hand had been treated, but he was having a hard time forgetting the pain. The scariest part was the fact that the Saintess’ expression remained the same when she had broken his finger.

“...It’s been a while. It has changed a lot.”

Juan muttered to himself with emotion as he looked at the huge city squares and buildings outside the Vatican. The capital didn’t have much meaning to Juan except for the fact that the Imperial Palace was located in it. However, Juan felt slightly nostalgic upon seeing the capital city after such a long time, even though he was borrowing someone else’s eyes to see the view. It looked very different from what he remembered, but numerous memories of the capital passed through Juan’s mind.

“Where is the Imperial Palace?” Juan asked.

“I-Imperial Palace?...