Hearing the Pope's frank speech, Charles fell silent; he knew there was a high probability that the Pope was not lying.
Although he still did not believe the Pope's words, he believed in the relic, the marker used to sign contracts.
But something about the situation felt off to Charles, a strange sensation he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Seeing Charles's demeanor, the Pope immediately knew what he was thinking and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Child, your suspicions are growing heavier. If you continue to distrust me like this, shouldn't you be more doubtful of your doubt toward me?"
Charles was taken aback. "What? Doubt my doubt itself??"
"Yes, exactly. You have no evidence, and we've even signed an agreement with your relic. What reason do you have to suspect me?"
"Besides, if I remember correctly, there seems to be something terrifying hidden in your mind. How are you any different from us in the Light God Sect?"
