Listening to the information that could shake the dynamics of the Western world, the man in the grey robe nodded slightly. But then he seemed to have thought of something, like an ancient monster leaping out from under the vast shadows of the sea, bringing with it amazement and fear. He looked at Arthur, and his icy gaze was filled with certainty.
"Wait! Are you talking about the new pope?"
Having anticipated his old friend's terror, Arthur nodded again and repeated, his voice distant and heavy.
"Yes, the thirty-sixth pope of the Evangelical Church."
"Sainy Loter."
The old era is gone, and the new one has arrived with a roar.
...
"Isn't it a beautiful scene? My father always said I was lucky to be born at the juncture of two eras. The rigid old class will be swept into the trash heap, and everything new awaits the young to seize: steam technology, the Orient, wealth—there's so much worth pursuing in this new era."
