Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Ancestor, subconsciously took a half step back, tightening the muscles in his body.
But he was stared at by the dark eyes of Duke Rashar, the Third Ancestor.
"..."
The Third Ancestor Rashar shifted his gaze back to the Pope.
They were all convinced that Saint Polante Pope should have fallen from the Ninth-order, stepping onto the short-lived path of human life.
An elderly Pope of only Eighth-order, coming alone to Blood Moon City, was undoubtedly inviting death.
Lanci should be harboring despair, to fight against a few Primogenitors and then have his glass-like body shattered, reduced to only half a torso, turned into an ugly and humiliated showcase held by hand, realizing that the sacrifice of a swarm of insects was meaningless, and tragically ending his incompetent life.
He should not, and could not be maintaining a state far beyond his prime from four years ago!
This was completely different from the Divination results of Helitier.