The Pope Slayer

The Holy Knights who once served under the Pope had trained together for over a decade.

They could recognize each other's marks instantly.

“Who’s there? Who dares trespass the Holy Temple?”

“...That was fast.”

Calix swiftly pulled Heesoo behind him, conjuring a flicker of blue flame in his palm. It was a signal, a way to identify himself in the dark.

“Calix!”

A familiar voice.

One that knew him just as well.

A young priest in red robes rushed toward them, his garments billowing behind him.

“Halo.”

“Oh, dear god. Cali, Cali! Calix! I can’t believe it’s really you!”

Relieved beyond words, Halo placed a hand on Calix’s shoulder and crossed himself.

“What happened? Carlos said you suddenly took off on your own!”

“Keep your voice down. Are you trying to wake the entire temple?”

Calix scowled.

He had expected to be caught here.

Even in the dead of night, a place filled with priests sensitive to holy energy would never overlook his presence.