The night before dawn was pitch dark.
There was no moonlight outside the window.
Inside the room, only a wall lamp flickered softly.
Most of the space was engulfed in darkness.
The Ice and Snow Elf standing at the doorway had remained silent throughout.
After a moment of stillness, she quietly stepped toward the seat draped with red brocade and looked down at the young man reclining on it.
The figure lying back in the chair bore no resemblance to the image of the Papal authority. Even now, crowned as the Pope, he was just as unceremonious, entirely unlike the man who had plotted endlessly to seize royal power.
As she approached, the young man lazily lifted his gaze. His silver-white eyes betrayed no emotion.
Catalina's face was equally devoid of expression.
Yet her gaze did not appear entirely placid.
"You are the Pope now."
After a moment of silence, Catalina spoke abruptly.
Xu Shuo responded with a casual "Mm-hmm."
