"Guild Leader Calomon, are you questioning the righteousness of the Office of the Pope?"

A low and deep voice sounded out from behind Calomon. Calomon turned around, and a man walked up from behind him. He was not even thirty years old, and under his short flaxen hair was an ordinary face. However, the man's eyes were clear, as if he didn't have any doubts. He wore a black double-breasted robe with gold cross emblazoned on the sides. Behind him, a crimson cloak was fluttering in ...