Zich, Lyla, Lubella, and Weig all looked at one another. It seemed that the Pope had asked the staff to attend to their guests again, and a priest came in and brought fresh tea. Lubella took one sip of her tea and sighed slightly.

“After all the experiences I’ve accumulated, I thought I had caught up to His Holiness and Sir Zich, but it is still too early for me to go against them.”

“You are already doing so well, Saintess. His Holiness and Sir Zich are just a bit out of the ordinary. Even I am constantly swayed by the two. They are worthy models to follow, but it will only harm you if you try to catch up to them too fast. It’s a wonder if anyone would be able to catch up to those two even if they tried for their whole life. Above all, you should never ever try to emulate their personalities.” The last line was probably what Weig wanted to say the most.

“It doesn’t matter to me, but is it all right to talk about the Pope in such a way?” Zich wasn’t mocking Weig—he was asking out of pure curiosity.

“I am talking like this especially because it is about the Pope.”

“Ha! It seems like the Pope is quite an interesting person....