Chapter 407: The Pope (1/2)
”I'm usually not a fan of such rudeness… But I must make it clear… You disrespect me, I'll give you what you deserve. Simple. I hope I proved my point well! Oh, and before my time is up here. I would like to make one thing known. I'm well aware that there are many people that aim to win, and there are many projected favourites. But, in this tournament… I'll be the sole victor, and that's a promise you can hold me up on…”
*YEAAHHHA!!*
”A— Such bold claims from this match's victor! It just goes to prove the absolute passion and confidence today's competitors have! As for if he can back up those claims is still to be seen! But! The answers are soon to come in the upcoming matches! I hope—”
*Tssshhh*
The screen that once displayed the match suddenly closed, and the atmosphere of the moderately small room of red was brought back to absolute silence. The room was brightly lit and elegantly decorated in high-class furniture fit for a medieval king. The burgundy floor tiles were warm, and the machines around the room magnificently contrasted the old aesthetic of the design.
In this room sat two people casually staring upon the now closed display, age clearly displayed upon their wrinkly faces.
”So, Pope Rutherford! What do you think? Did you sense anything suspicious?” The skinnier of the two spoke to the other who casually sat on the other end puffing a cigar with seemingly no care in the world, a white garb upon his well-fed body, his blonde hair short and his blue eyes oddly dull and vibrant at the same time.
”Cade old friend… Why do you of all people, the supreme general have to stay in here? We could have been up watching the match with our own two eyes.”
”I already told you! I don't want to seem suspicious! And there's a big chance he'll be wary of someone like you! I can't show too much interest!”
”You're being way too paranoid, and you sound like a horny teen who's too scared and anxious to show too much interest in their crush. just chill out for a bit…” The pope puffed a whiff of smoke into the sky and chuckled towards his flustered friend.
”Just answer the question! Moby Kane! What do you think of him?”
”Ummm… Well, it's been a couple of years since I last saw him. I didn't expect him to get this far in life that's for sure. He seems pretty tame yet cocky at the same time, just like the ordinary kid these days. I don't see why you're making such a big fuss to bring me all the way out here…”
”You know don't you! He's the son of Serena and Horace Kane!”
”Yeah, of course I know, how could I not...” He shook his head and sat up properly. ”But, general… You should also know that we tested and found that he has no blood relation to them… That necklace that they sent back as a dying wish was nothing but a hunk of junk. Their house was carefully searched and nothing was found. And, he was questioned about all he knew with an advanced lie detector and the kid knew absolutely nothing. You do know this right?”