Hopeless

Alaric's lips twitched. He could hear their conversation, and it annoyed him, but he couldn't retort. He could tell Malacai wasn't stronger than him, but even so, he was filled with worry.

'Where is that damn pope?!This is not like what he said! There's no way we can win.'

Even now, they didn't know the extent of the power between him and them, but with his experience, he could easily tell their chances of winning were zero.

If it were only one level different, then it would still be possible to win, but the gap was too large. Honestly, Alaric now wanted to escape. He already knew the real goal was Malacai.

But unfortunately, he knew this was not an option. Aurelia would stand on Malacai's side, and there was no way he'd let her die like this. Not when he could do something about it.

His only hope now was the pope. They had discussed many possibilities, and he still remembered asking, *What if the perpetrator is someone far stronger than them?*