"Your Holiness..."
In the Pope's chamber, the Knight Commander sat to the side, his face etched with worry.
The door was pushed open urgently.
"How is the Pope?"
A strong, robust man rushed in, still holding a long sword in his hand. Judging by his age, he was not much different from the Pope, his face appearing quite aged.
"Lord Inquisitor, the Pope has still not awakened," the Knight Commander quickly bowed to the Inquisitor, saying respectfully.
"Where are the doctors?"
"The doctor said His Holiness suffered a concussion and will not be able to wake up for a while," the Knight Commander replied hastily. "However, His Holiness is physically unharmed."
"Good."
The Inquisitor finally let out a sigh of relief. Then he frowned, "Qibo, you are the Knight Commander, yet you didn't stop His Holiness, but instead let him go and take risks. You... you!"
He wanted to scold him a few times, but the recent situation in the Vatican made it clear that the Inquisitor himself was also anxious.
The constant disappearances had him racking his brain to investigate, but still without any concrete findings. His pressure was no less than the Pope's.
He knew that the Pope was going to investigate personally this time, but he hadn't even been present to assist the Pope in his investigation because, frankly, he was afraid to leave his house now.
Every time he stepped outside, he felt the eyes of countless citizens filled with distrust and blame.
It was as if the continuous disappearances were his and the Knights' responsibility. https:/
He also knew very well that his incompetence and the Knights' powerlessness had led to the current predicament.
If he had been stronger, if he could have found the reason for these disappearances, if he could have protected everyone... the Pope wouldn't be lying here unconscious.
Thinking of this, his body swayed, almost causing him to fall to the ground.
"Lord Inquisitor, you have been too busy lately, please take care of yourself." As the leader of the Knights, he knew clearly that both the Inquisitor and the Pope had been doing their utmost for the Vatican. They had done everything they could.
Every day, they hardly had any time to sleep. The Inquisitor's body had long since reached its limit.
If it weren't for the Inquisitor's exceptional strength, allowing his body to endure, an ordinary person might have already died from exhaustion.
Only one to two hours of sleep a day was almost devastating for a man over seventy years old.
"I am fine."
The Inquisitor shook his head. He then pulled over a chair and sat down. His gaze was somewhat vacant. "I heard that Dragon Country can provide aid..."
"Yes, as per His Holiness's request, we have already applied for assistance," the Knight Commander said quickly.
"Did they agree?" The Inquisitor's eyes held a sliver of hope.
At a time like this, he could only place his hope in Dragon Country.
"Yes, they not only agreed, but the people are already on their way. They are expected to arrive within an hour."
As the Knight Commander's voice fell, the Inquisitor's complexion brightened considerably.
At this moment, the Inquisitor nodded incessantly, "Good, that's great... at least, there is hope for salvation soon."
One had to know, the movements of the United States a few days ago had already caused a global stir.