Hearing what seemed to be another possibility in Astrid's words, Hebrew raised his gaze and continued looking at the strikingly beautiful new Pope.
"Then... what does the Regent intend to do?"
At this point, he could calmly accept any outcome. Even if he were beheaded before his former congregation, or his soul were scorched by holy-light magic and subjected to eternal torment, Hebrew would not resist.
It was the punishment he deserved.
Astrid stood before the cage, the ornate silver tip of her shoe only a few centimeters from the metal bars. She looked at Hebrew, shackled in mana-sealing fetters, while the crown of the Pope atop her head reflected pinpricks of cold light from the iron bars.
"Monica Angelis once spoke with me about the former Pope, his experiences, his character, his merits and faults, and, most importantly, how he should be dealt with."
The silver-haired, red-eyed Regent spoke softly, her fingertips gently fiddling with the white silk flower on her glove.
