In a virtual meeting room.
"Still haven't captured the Son of Satan?" Demon leaned on his cane, his sharp gaze fixed on the expressionless James Raven as he mocked, "And to think you dared to say everything was under your control!"
"He is the Son of Satan, the counterpart to the Saint. It's normal that he can't be captured easily." James's voice was completely steady. He paused briefly before continuing, "Besides, the Oracle came too suddenly. It's even different from what was originally recorded in the Holy Bible..."
"How dare you!" the Pope interjected, his expression turning sour. "Priest, are you questioning God?"
James's eyelid twitched several times. He quickly shook his head and made the sign of the cross over his chest with a pious expression. "No, no, no! I was merely stating the reasons. I meant nothing else."
Lovers, still wearing her mask, remained silent. Her pure eyes glinted thoughtfully as she stayed out of the discussion from beginning to end.
