"Hahaha, Charles! What did I say before? Sooner or later, you would end up just like me!" The deformed infant cackled madly.
Charles looked at the crazed face of the former Governor of the British Island, Swan, and ignored his hysterical laughter. He turned his head to the Pope beside him.
"As a Feast-Goer and the Divine Chosen One, is being a sacrifice part of it all? The colossal Longka, is it a powerful tool for you to use against the God, and is everything part of your scheme?"
The Pope smiled proudly. "Did you think Swan could create Longka on his own? And who do you think revealed the ritual to summon the Feast-Goer to him?"
Charles scoffed and nodded, "Nice, over ten million people on the British Island are all part of your plan?"
The Pope looked at Charles in surprise. "Are you still thinking about that now? Shouldn't you be more concerned about your current situation?"
