Bound by Fate

Rowan had begun to seriously consider Alice's future.

The first issue was clear: Alice could not become the Saintess. The Church had strict rules—once someone assumed the role of Saintess, they were bound to a life of devotion, forbidden from marriage. Even though Rowan was the Pope and had ascended to divine status, he couldn't simply overturn such a long-standing decree on a whim. Faith was deeply rooted in the hearts of the believers, and changing a fundamental rule overnight would cause turmoil. The devout followers might feel confused, even betrayed, leading to questions about the Church's authority and potentially triggering unpredictable consequences.

The second issue was the Pope's marriage. Historically, every Pope had lived a solitary life, never taking a wife. However, unlike the Saintess, there was no explicit rule forbidding a Pope from marrying. Rowan believed that breaking this unspoken tradition would be relatively easier. As long as he could guide the believers' perceptions properly, they would accept the idea of a Pope having a family.

With his thoughts clear, Rowan summoned the five candidates for Saintess. Among them, Alice shone the brightest, like a flawless gem radiating divine brilliance.

The other four candidates were undoubtedly beautiful, each possessing their own charm—some with striking features, others with gentle and elegant auras. But standing next to Alice, their brilliance dulled in comparison.

Alice's beauty was not just in her delicate features or graceful figure, but in the divine presence she exuded. Her eyes held the vastness of the cosmos, shimmering with purity and unwavering faith. Her skin was as smooth as jade, as if bathed in celestial light. Merely looking at her inspired admiration, evoking reverence akin to gazing upon a goddess descended to the mortal world.

Even Rowan, who had seen countless beauties, found himself momentarily captivated. But he quickly steadied himself, offering a silent prayer as he began the sacred ritual.

By the end of the ceremony, Rowan had made his decision. He chose Freya as the new Saintess.

Freya, a devoted believer, could barely contain her excitement, her eyes burning with zeal as she accepted the title. The other candidates showed varying degrees of disappointment, but none more so than Alice—sorrow was written all over her breathtaking face.

Rowan noticed her expression and decided to speak with her privately.

"Alice, don't be disheartened," he said gently. "Not becoming the Saintess does not mean you cannot serve the Light."

Alice's eyes flickered with confusion and frustration. "Your Holiness, I have worked tirelessly and remained devout in my faith. Have I failed in some way?"

Rowan shook his head. "You have done nothing wrong. There are many ways to serve the Light. As the Pope, I am its voice in this world. I have decided—I will take you as my wife."

Alice's eyes widened in shock before filling with joy. "Is this real? I have always admired you. If I cannot be the Saintess, then being your wife will bring me even closer to the Light."

Rowan nodded. "Yes. In seven days, we will be wed. But for now, keep this matter to yourself. I will make the necessary arrangements within three days."

Alice bowed slightly. "Then I shall await your word, Your Holiness."

Rowan watched her leave, relieved that things had gone smoothly. He had worried that Alice would resist or hesitate, but she had accepted without hesitation. Now, he needed to ensure the wedding proceeded without unnecessary controversy.

As the Pope, every action he took was scrutinized. Marrying a former candidate for Saintess was unprecedented, certain to cause a stir. But this marriage had to happen—after all, the system's reward depended on it.

With that settled, Rowan wasted no time and summoned Raymond. The man arrived quickly, curiosity evident in his eyes.

"Your Holiness, you summoned me?"

Rowan got straight to the point. "I intend to marry Alice."

Raymond's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, what? Since when were you interested in women?"

Thinking it was some fleeting desire, Raymond offered a suggestion. "Your Holiness, this could cause quite a stir. If you desire Alice, I can arrange for her to be sent to your chambers in secret. There's no need for a public marriage. A bit of secrecy makes things more… thrilling."

Rowan frowned. "I have always conducted myself with honor. How could I resort to something so disgraceful? I have made my decision—I will marry her properly, in the light of day."

Raymond thought to himself, Honor? You? We've both done things that would get us burned at the stake ten times over. But aloud, he said, "Well, it won't be easy, but leave it to me. Right now, you're the Pope, and I'm your right hand. Anyone who dares object will find themselves facing the flames of judgment."

Rowan nodded. "Good. Go to Alice's family and deliver the betrothal gifts. Ensure everything is prepared. The wedding will take place in seven days."

Raymond sighed internally. Seven days? The Pope's really in a rush. Maybe I should find a woman for myself too. But outwardly, he grinned. "Understood. Consider it done."

With that, he turned and left to make the necessary arrangements.

Rowan, meanwhile, turned his focus to the larger picture. The marriage was set, but there were greater concerns at hand. The Church's power had waned. The Inquisition and the Holy Knights had grown weaker, their divine blessings fading, and their combat strength diminishing. Only Rowan himself had grown stronger.

He needed to demonstrate his power, to quell any dissent before it arose.

The Church's hierarchy was clear:

The Pope: Supreme leader, holding absolute authority.

The Saintess: A figure of divine significance.

The Inquisition: Enforcers of doctrine, rooting out heresy.

The Holy Knights: The Church's military force, maintaining order.

Bishops: Overseeing regional dioceses.

Priests: Spreading the faith.

Various other clergy members assisting in religious affairs.

Three days later, Raymond returned, grinning triumphantly.

"Your Holiness, everything has been arranged."

Rowan inclined his head. "Were there any complications?"

Raymond shrugged. "Alice's parents were more than happy to agree. No issues there. The only real objections came from the Inquisition, but I've handled them."

Rowan smiled. "Good. Then in four days, we proceed with the wedding."