I didn't know what was going through the man's mind before me, but it must have been incredibly frustrating. Just a second ago, he was the Pope, the ruler of billions of lives across the star system, possessing what seemed to be an endless lifespan, might far beyond that of mortals, and a three-hundred-year experience that felt almost ethereal—the latter alone should have been enough to make Wangcai from next door puff out his chest and howl like a Husky. But that was all in the past now; his illustrious career had come to an abrupt halt because he had been dismissed.
Regardless of how many blemishes his rule had, at this moment, he was a person worthy of sympathy. Perhaps afterward, he could still stand before the Mobrans as a puppet to maintain the stability of this Divine Authority Society, but for someone in his position, losing authority was essentially another form of death.
