"Finally, it has come to this step... I am the Pope, the one who precedes the gods, Pope Mephiel."
...
As the light in Mephiel's eyes gradually dimmed, Caesar's gaze was like a deep spring, quietly watching him being swallowed, just like over two hundred years ago, on the day the two made a promise to each other on the continent.
That day, Caesar bid farewell to Mephiel, his travel companion, and suddenly received a message requesting a meeting from Mephiel.
As friends who had traveled the continent together for three years, Caesar naturally went to meet this powerful and friendly friend.
Who could have imagined that two young men who secretly left home that year to travel afar would later become the pillars of two factions?
Caesar only remembered that day, the distraught Mephiel found him and softly told him that he had failed.
