Chapter 200

"It is one of the few privileges of being pope," the religious leader said with a shrug.

Riftan's brow furrowed. Despite the pope's haughty front, he sensed a trace of irritation in the man's tone. Perhaps the barrage of controversies and criticisms since his appointment had left him weary of his post.

Choosing to overlook the cynicism in the pope's voice, Riftan asked, "May I know why you've disturbed the resting souls to summon me?"

"You are rather impatient, aren't you?" The pope eyed him with displeasure before saying resignedly, "Very well, I shall get to the point. I have been informed that you rejected Sir Aren's offer."

Shedding his frivolous mask, the pope now regarded Riftan with keen eyes. "Do you truly believe that the current order can be maintained for long?"

Riftan uncrossed his arms, pondering the pope's motives behind the question. Was it a test, or was he seeking confirmation? He found both options unsettling.