The True Meaning of Magical Talent

Before the fireball could get into contact with the edges of the Pope’s clothes, it was blocked by a shield that was shining brightly in holy light.

However, the Pope did not seem to put his guards down even after blocking the attack effortlessly. He could not help but take a few steps backwards like a terrified boy; his grip on the scepter quivering.

He stared speechlessly at the madame.

"Not bad! You’re steadier now with receiving this ‘tiny gift’ of mine compared to many years ago," The madame replied, nodding with a hint of pleased compliment as she looked at the the Pope who was shocked.

The Pope did not reply, though. His eyes were still wide opened, his face filled with appalled confusion as if he was still too stunned to move. There was a moment of awkward and tense silence.

Bang!

Suddenly, the top end of the scepter exploded as one of the biggest diamonds shattered and turned into a burst of white light that enveloped the Pope entirely.