169 I WANTED TO SEE YOU (2/2)

The remnant soul of the dragon king told her that if she managed to gather the three artifacts, then she would soon find her father.  So even without the instigation of the Pope and all his minions, she was indeed planning on gathering the three.  Although she didn't care much for this father of hers, she didn't even have any feelings for him whatsoever, but that's different for her mother.  And since Argent cared about her, it wouldn't hurt to let her be reunited with that missing father.

But the last thing the Pope said was the one that really hit her.  About her being curious and doing everything to seek for answers.  Because once again, he's right.  Since she learned about that legend and meeting the remnant soul of the dragon king, there had been a lot of questions inside her head.  Questions she wouldn't be able to answer without gathering the three artifacts.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.  Then she looked at the Pope.  ”Then are you expecting me to give those artifacts to you once I gathered them all?”

”No.  Why would you do that?  Although it would be good if I can have all three to make things much easier.  But it wouldn't hurt to let you have all three.  After all, either of those two would still have the same result.”

Then wouldn't that mean that whatever Argent did, it would still result to something that he wanted?  Even if she didn't want to, it would still make her look like a pawn he could use to fulfill whatever goal he's planning.  It's almost like she's an ignorant puppet that didn't know someone was actually controlling her every move.

She had never felt so stupid right at this very moment.

As if sensing her emotions, the Pope said, ”Don't be too hard on yourself.  You should be proud for going this far in just a short amount of time.”

Argent glared daggers at him.  ”Fuck you.  You can shove your consolation right up your ass.”

”Now, now, there's no need to swear like that,” he said with that pampering smile on his face, not even a bit angry.

”If you're telling me that it doesn't matter if I give you the sword or not, then what's the point of this negotiation?” Argent asked, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling she had earlier and going back to the topic at hand.

The Pope looked straight at her.  ”I wanted to see you.”

There was no smile on his face when he said that.  Instead, his sky blue eyes were filled with infinite tenderness.  At the bottom of those blue depths was a whirlpool of possessive emotion.  As if he couldn't bear to look away for even a second.

Before she could even digest what she was seeing, Harlequin suddenly walked towards the table and picked a glass of water.  Breaking the eye contact between her and the Pope.

”My apologies, Your Holiness.  I suddenly got thirsty, you see,” Harlequin said.  If he didn't make that sudden move, the two would probably not even notice that he was still there.

The Pope, once again, only glanced at Harlequin and then ignored him.  He picked up a table napkin and wiped the corners of his lips.  Then he stood up and put back that fake gentle smile on his face.  ”I'm done.  Let's go and see the Duchess, shall we?”