C872 The Pope

The Pope, with his dignified and divine presence, exuded an air of regal elegance as if he were a deity himself. It seemed he too was anticipating Suya's arrival.

With a slight lift of his eyebrows, he spoke in a tone that was both commanding and icy, "Is that Eastern woman still refusing to bend to my will?"

Suya, quivering like a frightened little lark, voiced her concern uneasily, "Master