The atmosphere in the quaint palace was solemn and depressing.
Pope Crete wears a purple gold crown and gorgeous robes, and looks at you kindly: "My child, you are the chosen one, and you should inherit the throne of the Pope and lead the empire to new glory."
You frowned slightly and looked at them warily: "Why me? How can I take on such an important task?"
A tall cardinal stepped forward and said with a smile: "You are gifted. This is the will of the God of Light."
You sneered and retorted: "The will of the God of Light? Is it for your own benefit?"
Pope Crete's face darkened slightly: "Presumptuous! Everything we do is for the future of the Bright Empire. Do you want to fight against God's will?"
You responded without fear: "I will never become anyone's pawn. My path is always under my own feet!"
