Like a benevolent father.
If there was one thing that didn't quite fit, it would probably be his neck.
Though covered by the collar of his white robe, it was still faintly visible that Gregory III had a scar on his neck, seemingly a knife wound.
The existence of that scar was like a hidden past, an untold story.
No one knew who had left that scar on the neck of this iron-blooded Pope; no one ever dared to ask.
"Is the progress in East Asia going smoothly?"
Gregory III slowly put down his hand, looked at Lamar Aihai, and said peacefully, "Although Hecate was somewhat reckless at first, causing damage to the Church's reputation, the follow-up actions were decent, taking advantage of internal conflicts to occupy the mysterious Kunlun pantheon...
Although I haven't personally witnessed this divine system, it's probably no worse than the Roman pantheon.
