I've Got My Own Ideas

At this time in the Temple of Light, Schuck said to the pope, "Those rescued from the Realm of Devils… Our church can claim some of them, and they will be excellent followers and sheep for us."

The Pope, dressed in pale gold robes, sat atop his throne as he leaned down to look at the most improved Saint Samurai. "Why can't we have all of them?"

"It's impossible, Your Holiness. The royal family and the other great nobles will not allow our church to claim everyone."

The Pope nodded. "You have a point, so do as you wish."

"Okay."

Schuck nodded and backed away.

When Schuck was gone, a woman with a faint shimmering light emanating from her body came in from the side door.

When the Pope saw her, he smiled. "It seems that Holy Son Schuck is indeed insightful. He has a sense of propriety and understands compromise. No wonder the Goddess favors him so much."