Seeing the tenderness in Charles's eyes, a trace of envy flashed through Margaret's gaze.
"That's enough. How much longer are you going to comfort your pet? There are far more important things to do right now," Julio's low voice echoed through the room.
Charles reached out and pried Lily off his neck, handing her to Shanshan, who was standing beside him. He then looked at Julio.
"I know about that presence. She's Tavir, the master of the Feast-Goer. The Foundation calls Her 005. According to the information they released, She doesn't seem to have any malice toward humans."
"I don't need you to remind me. My power comes from the Ancient One. The issue I'm talking about isn't Her; it's the Pope."
"The Pope? If he's tangled up with 005, does he even have a chance to escape?" Charles asked with a doubtful expression.
