In the dim light, Angel's eyes were struggling to move.

Her gaze fell on the Pope's face.

The Pope's face was as gentle as it used to be, and his eyes were filled with sighs and pity.

Angel moved her body. There was a severe pain coming from the steel nails in her limbs. Her somewhat blurry consciousness came back to life from the pain.

"Oh... Your Holiness Pope..."

Her voice was hoarse and weak.

"Regret it? ...