The Black Box

Pope Magnus expected better from the adventurers this time. As much as he wanted to discover the contents of the ruins, it is not to be the focus of his attention. He has more worrying matters to attend to, such as the advent of the seventh.

'It isn't certain when, but I am sure those vile beasts would invade, sooner if not later.'

As the representative of the Church of Lechery, Pope Magnus had responsibilities. Buried in paperwork, the cheery old man was reduced to a senile and grouchy senior.

Knock~

A knocking on his door suddenly invaded the scribbling choral, his attention was cut in half, infuriating him further. Nevertheless, he had to reply formally, his image as the pope restricted him from acting harshly upon the people of the church.

"Come in," he said cheerfully despite displaying such a sour look on his face.