"I just knew things would develop to this point."
Looking around the room at a rowdy group deep in conversation without any discipline, while the Pope, at the pinnacle of this world, still hadn't snapped out of it, Uncle Zaku maintained his trademark look of worry and frustration, shrugging his shoulders with a sigh.
It's one thing for our disastrous bunch to barge in unannounced, but now even Uncle Zaku had sauntered onto the scene, making everything suddenly seem so bizarre. I watched the uncle with his worried face standing in front of the Pope, and I suddenly had a thought—but before I could speak up, Louis XIV... oh, the Pope took the initiative and broke the silence.
"Who would have thought, you'd be the first to break the agreement. Zaku, how many years has it been since we last saw each other? Did you arrange all of this?"
The Pope's voice was low and heavy with meaning.
