The Council members exchanged glances, their silver brows furrowing. This was not the humble, submissive testimony of a man overwhelmed by divine grace. It was the declaration of a man with a purpose they could not yet control.
Elian, watching from the corner of a flute pillar, knew Julian was going to put up much more resistance, so they would have to put up their best behaviors to at least entice the Saint.
"Then, now that you are here, will you join us in our practices? Our prayers? Our sermons?" the Pope asked, and Julian responded,
"I shall." He said. "Because if I do not, there is no way to properly understand what it is I wield."
Though he had no plans of converting, he just needed to understand this Holy power and if there were any drawbacks.
But this power… if he had had it earlier, could he have been able to save the Empress?
A random thought flew over his mind.
