“William Henry Howard, pleased to meet you.”
“Ah.”
A priestess who looked to be of quite high standing, and two knights in armor.
Having barged into my room without warning, they stared at me with cold eyes.
“Pleased to meet you, uh... May I ask what brings you to me...?”
“There are many interesting rumors about you, so the Papal See has come to pay you a visit.”
The priestess curved only the corners of her mouth into a gentle smile, her eyes not smiling at all—an unnatural expression.
“Do you have a moment?”
“And if I say I don’t, will you simply leave?”
“If you are busy, we can make time for you specially.”
As the priestess placed unusual emphasis on certain words, the two knights standing behind her rested their hands on the hilts of their swords.
“Somehow, I feel like I’m going to have time...”
“Hehe. Thank you for cooperating so readily.”
I’m fucked.