Playing With Other Supernaturals Chapter 1161 Meeting the Pope

Chapter 1161 Meeting the Pope

Since Soifon wouldn’t be able to move much, Kisuke taught her about Magic and more importantly, how to detect it. And after leaving a Magic Item that pulsed Magic Power at random intervals in Soifon’s room to let her practice detecting it, Kisuke left her alone.

‘As I’ve guessed, the most they could do is just detect it. Maybe Kurotsuchi-san could utilize it after modifying his own body, but it’s almost impossible for others even with years of practice.’ In the middle of his thoughts, he felt Serafall’s presence returning, ‘While Magic Power is improbable, Ki should be easy… Or maybe I should ask Soifon-san for that experiment?’

He soon reached Serafall who had returned alone in the living room, “How was it?”

Serafall was stretching her arms when Kisuke arrived, “It’s tough!” She then patted the seat beside her to gesture to Kisuke to sit beside her.

Kisuke followed suit and Serafall immediately laid down her head on his thigh, “I had to reveal that I’m a Devil.”

Kisuke was surprised at her sudden bold action but didn’t ask about it, “You had to? Couldn’t you just pretend to be some Holy being?”

“Nope.” Serafall immediately answered while looking up to his face, “If I suddenly became a target of their faith, I might just start burning alive.”

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The moment Serafall and the girls left, they first tidied their home before making theirs to the airport. Same as before, when they found the flight to Rome, they stealthily made their way inside and created their cozy space on the top of the plane. More than 15 hours later, they reached the boundary of the Vatican City State.

Serafall and her group didn’t know this but they were lucky to find a flight that directly landed in Rome because most civilian flights were canceled and only government officials were allowed to go there right now. But even if they did, they wouldn’t have cared.

It would be easier for Serafall to move alone for now, so she left the teenage girls on their own to sightsee, though it would be hard to do that because all sorts of people were flooding the City State and the surrounding areas.

Serafall contacted Flanna who should have been around the area after that explosion of Holy Power and she was correct in her assumptions as Flanna immediately appeared in front of her, “Sera-chan! Are you here for that?”

“Do you mean the Holy Power? Yes. I’d like to talk to the old man running this place.”

“…Which one?”

‘Looks like it’s not just the pope running this place.’, Serafall thought to herself before bringing out her phone and searching for the picture of the Apostolic Palace, “The old man who lives in this place.”

“Oh! That guy! He should be in that place right now.”

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It was late afternoon and just a few minutes before evening, the current pope who took on the name of ‘Francis’ was currently resting in his private quarters with large bags under his eyes on an already fully wrinkled face. As if that wasn’t enough, the remaining white hair on his head had also started falling off from stress, ‘It’s a happy occasion… But it’s too tiring for my already aging body.’

After escaping from the Media and various government correspondence by leaving a body double within the St. Peter’s Basilica, he returned to the Apostolic Palace to get some rest and think about what should be done in the next few days.

“Having said that, I don’t really have any idea nor the cardinals and archbishops.” The pope sighed to himself. It wasn’t just the Roman Catholic Church having a massive influx of inquiry but also the other Christian faiths since it wasn’t just them who received the ‘light’, however, they were the largest and most prominent.

“And there’s not a word from Wing Bind. They apparently don’t have any idea how this happened either.” The pope continued talking to himself out loud to relieve his stress, “They suspect it’s one of the Mrchens who has the power over light who produced the phenomenon… But I really doubt it.”

He then looked down at his chest, still feeling the warmth of the light that enveloped him and the other members of the church, ‘This isn’t a Dragon, that’s what this feeling is telling me.’

He asked the opinions of the other members and they mostly have this kind of feeling, however, he could only ask it in secret because he’s afraid of what Wing Bind would do if they rejected the notion of this not being a ‘Dragon incident’.

“In the first place, this place had been devoid of Dragons a few hours before the descent of the light.”

“Hooh? The Dragons left this place a few hours before the explosion of the Holy Power? That’s interesting.” At his muttering, the voice of a woman suddenly replied.

Hurriedly standing up from his seat, he turned to the source of the voice, “Who!?” And found two young girls staring at him.

But instead of replying to his question, the black-haired girl looked at the red-haired one and asked, “Did you feel anything around that time?”

The red-haired girl made a thinking gesture as if that was going to help but ultimately replied, “Nope! Though I do find their actions strange at that moment.”

“Well, we can just say that it’s the difference between you and the local Dragons.”

“Who are you!?” The pope asked again while secretly pressing the emergency call button that he has all the time.

The black-haired woman turned to him again with an amicable smile and said, “I’m sorry, but that’s not going to work. I already locked down the whole area to prevent any signal from going out.”

However, that amicable smile only looks terrifying from the pope’s perspective, “What do you want?”

Serafall found a free chair and sat down on it, “To talk and discuss what just happened. I think I can provide you the answer more than those who you answer to.”

The pope glared at his uninvited guest and tried figuring out their real identity, ‘Are they from that terrorist organization who uses the Dark Dragons? It doesn’t look like they are here to assassinate me.’

But before they could talk, the red-haired girl suddenly tapped the shoulder of the black-haired one, “This might become a long and boring talk. Can I leave now?”

“Ah, you can. Thank you. I’ll call you again when I need you.”

“I see! I’ll return to what I was doing then!”

In an instant, the red-haired girl disappeared into thin air, scaring the poor pope, “Ghost!?”

Serafall was dumbfounded when the pope suddenly screamed ‘Ghost!?’ and didn’t know what to think of it, “…Why are you afraid of ghosts when you know the existence of Dragons that can’t be seen by normal people?”

“But no one disappears like that!” The pope retorted, but he immediately realized how bad his image was right now and cleared his throat. Though thanks to that little blunder, the pope was able to calm himself down and think more, “I probably don’t have to introduce myself, but I’m the current Pope Francis I. Or do you want to hear my former name?”

“Nice to meet you, Francis. I’m Serafall Sitri. You can just call me Serafall.”

The pope rubbed his beard and was about to ask what she was here for and how she bypassed his security when he heard something weirdly familiar, “Hmm? Sitri…? No… That can’t be…”

With a smile, Serafall interrupted his train of thought, “You’re not wrong. I’m related to one of the 72 Devils.”