Chapter 191: Peaceful Conflicts End

It didn't take long for us to reach our destination with Isabella's guidance.

Although she didn't talk much along the way, I could tell that she wanted to ask me something but refrained from it, judging from the subtle movements of her lips.

Is it because she's blind that she doesn't realize how expressive her face is, despite there being a blindfold in her eyes?

Knock...! Knock...!

Isabella knocked on the door. Judging from the intricate design on the wall, it was easy to see that whoever was inside was sure to be someone important.

"Come in," a voice called out.

Entering, I was met with something unexpected. I thought the room inside would be just as grand as the design on the door, but it was surprisingly normal.

No, if one could consider the design in the room, it would be something along the lines of minimal. Although the room was large, there wasn't much, quite the contrast to the intricate artworks of the furniture and buildings outside.

The simplicity of the room stood out against the opulence hinted at by the door's design. It was as if the occupant of the room preferred a more understated elegance.

Just a normal table with four chairs and a couch, along with what seemed to be a medium-sized bed just left in the room.

I guessed that this space served as both an office and a bedroom for the old man who was currently engrossed in checking some papers.

Despite his apparent age, the energy, elegance, and pressure he exuded were far from old; it felt as though I was in the presence of a grand emperor.

"Good day, Supreme Pontiff. I have brought the hero by your orders," Isabella said while making a slight bow.

The old man made a subtle glance at us before responding,

"Yes, thank you. This will only take a short while. Please, take a seat."

As we settled into the chairs, the title 'Supreme Pontiff' resonated in my mind. It dawned on me that this man must be the pope.

The fact that he had called me here shortly after confirming my recovery suggested that the nuns and priests who attended to me were monitoring my progress.

It was something I half-expected, but the realization struck me that almost all the priests and nuns in the holy city were likely his assets, functioning as an extension of his eyes and ears.

Well, I don't really mind being monitored; after all, they weren't a threat to me, especially with my identity as the hero being well-known.

Observing the Supreme Pontiff engrossed in his papers, I couldn't help but think that the pressing matters surrounding Estelle Academy had reached the Holy Kingdom.

As it was a situation that would have repercussions for the entire continent.

Taking a seat on the large couch, I was pleasantly surprised by its softness, despite its bland-like design.

Isabella gracefully occupied the chair to my right, her presence both comforting and intriguing.

Despite the blindfold covering her eyes, as I took a closer look, I couldn't help but appreciate her beauty.

Elena was still technically single, and I was a hero who emerged seemingly out of nowhere.

The demons prophesized in the prophecy were expected to come at least 5-10 years from now, yet everything seemed to have deviated from the foretold course.

The hero had arrived sooner than expected, and the demons, too, made their appearance prematurely.

"Are you doubting me?" I asked directly, noting the subtle glances exchanged between Isabella and the Supreme Pontiff. The way he was narrating the story hinted at a lingering uncertainty regarding my legitimacy as the hero.

"No, I believe everyone here thinks that you're the hero. After all, you have access to the holy sword," he responded.

"Then why are you telling me all this?" I questioned, seeking clarity on his intentions.

He smiled at me, an enigmatic expression on his face. "Even though I do believe you're the hero, at the same time, I also think you're not."

"Hero, do you think the prophecy this time is wrong?" he inquired, throwing a thought-provoking question into the mix.

"Well, you can't exactly be sure that it will remain true every time, right?" I replied, acknowledging the inherent uncertainty of prophecies.

"That's true, but if you've read this time and time again and see through the finer details, you will soon realize that it wasn't broken or wrong on anything; you've just got to see the true meaning of it" the Supreme Pontiff explained, introducing an air of mystery into the conversation.

"What are you saying?" I asked, my curiosity intensifying.

"Sir Hero," he said to me, pausing and looking at me directly with a serious expression. "Will you please take the Saintess's hand in marriage?"

"Excuse me?"

"The hero shall be born through the union of the Saintess and the man who meets a certain qualification," he reiterated.

"I believe you've met those conditions, no?"

'Haha...'

Internally, I couldn't help but chuckle at the audacity of this old man.

It seemed he was employing a serpent's cunning, using a sacred prophecy to his advantage.

Even though he knew the prophecy was bull at this point, his trying to manipulate the words written.

He was essentially trying to bind me to the church by suggesting marriage to Elena.

But did he really have to go to such lengths? I couldn't help but ponder the Supreme Pontiff's elaborate plan.

Chuckling internally, I had been contemplating various ways to reveal my relationship with Elena, but an opportunity presented itself in such an unexpected manner.

It made me question whether the Pope was aware of my connection with her.

Given Bishop Austin's discreet and overprotective personality especially when it comes to Elena, it wouldn't be surprising if the Pope was still in the dark about our relationship.