Saving the Queen 6

"So, you're letting me go now?" I asked, a hint of skepticism lacing my words.

"Ho ho, if you say it like that, your words can be misunderstood, you know, sir hero," the Pope replied with a chuckle, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"I told you last time, right? I don't like speaking in riddles, right?" 

Guessing the implication of my words, the Pope sighed and shook his head, his expression betraying a mix of resignation and understanding.

Even if he denied confining me to this kingdom, he knew for a fact that it wasn't entirely true. 

The number of times I had requested to leave over the past few days had been strictly blocked by him. And even after pledging my alliance and connection to the church with Elena, he still had multiple high-ranking Templars monitoring me. 

Some priests and staff even acted as spies... Just how paranoid was this old man?