Vritra and the pope looked outside the door at the same time. There, sitting over a white horse and clad in silver armor, seemed to be a knight—but from the patterns over his armor, he didn't seem to be a guard of the Blue Kingdom.
And just from the faint aura, Vritra had a feeling that he was much stronger than Faceless and Blunder, and might even be stronger than those three demon generals.
"Is there a problem here?" the knight asked in a heavy tone, scanning Vritra and the pope with an emotionless gaze.
"Oh, sir knight, there is absolutely no problem at all, we were just discussing something together," the pope said, his tone meek.
"… Yeah, there is no problem, I was just leaving, right?" Vritra looked at the pope and asked.
"Y- Yes, that's right." The pope had no choice but to agree under the crushing pressure. He turned around and began walking back.
