I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Holy Son Kane has come to our city of Numas. He asked me to report to the headquarters," Morris explained.

"...Holy Son? Wait a minute."

There was a momentary silence from the other side, so they had no choice but to wait.

Morris had supper and food delivered to Phil Gray and his two servants, and of course he did not neglect the little black cat on the Son of God's shoulder.

"Are there any rare fish in the church? My cat doesn't eat ordinary fish." Phil Gray touched the soft fur of the night and said embarrassedly.

Although he had some stored in his space, how could he miss the opportunity to take advantage of the Dawn Divine Cult?

"Rare fish? It just so happens that the owner of the God of Cookery shop in the city sent me some gifts tonight. There seemed to be a few fire-blood fish in it. I had someone send it to me. I don't eat them anyway." The new city lord Steven sat opposite them and said kindly.

Oh, that's just right for the little one!

Phil Gray thanked him.

Morris was very curious why the servants beside the Son of God were not the followers of the Day Prophet, but the followers of other gods, especially the brown-haired man, who looked like a trained knight of the Church.

However, he did not ask, for fear of causing dissatisfaction from the Son of God.

He introduced the history and customs of Numas City. After chatting for half an hour, a voice finally came from the other side of the paper crane:

"Morris! Is Son Kane by your side?"

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"That's great! Your Highness, the Pope is very happy that you are here as agreed. He has sent Miss Melody to greet you. It will take about a day. During this time, I hope Bishop Morris can give Your Highness a brief introduction to our church and take you on a tour."

"Yes," Phil Gray replied, "give my respects to His Holiness the Pope for me."

"You're welcome. I hope to see you soon, my dear Holy Son."

The golden light on the paper crane slowly dissipated and it turned into an ordinary paper crane.

"Your Highness, it's getting late now. Tomorrow morning I will take you to visit our Numas city. We have many delicious foods here, and there is also a relic left by the God of Life. I think your servant should be a follower of the God of Life, right?" Morris asked.

"No, they are my good friends." Phil Gray shook his head. "I would be happy to visit, thank you."

"No, this is what we should do."

"By the way, who is Miss Melody that the elder opposite mentioned who came to greet me?" asked Phil Gray.

"Miss Melody is the daughter of the current Pope. So, she should be the little princess of our Dawn Church." Morris said with a smile.

He omitted some things, such as the fact that Miss Melody and Saint Vincent were childhood sweethearts, grew up together, and was deeply in love with Saint Vincent, but Saint Vincent ignored her.

This time, it seems that His Holiness the Pope intends to invite Miss Melody to come and bring her together with the new Holy Son.

However, although this man has an extraordinary temperament, his appearance is very ordinary. I am afraid that Miss Melody will not change her mind.

"Is that so?" Phil Gray thought to himself, it seems that the popes of other churches are indeed older. He, the Pope of the Church of Destiny, should be the youngest among all the popes.

After further discussion, they moved into the backyard of the church under Maurice's arrangement. Due to their status as the Son of God, they received the highest level of hospitality.

The next morning, just as the morning light penetrated the window, there was a knock on the door.

Phil Gray got up from the soft bed and opened the door. Outside the door stood two maids in golden dresses. One of them was holding a golden robe with gold sun patterns embroidered on the edge. The other was holding an open wooden box with an exquisite sun brooch in it.

"What is this?" Phil Gray wondered.

"Your Highness, this is the cassock that the bishop asked the tailor to make for you overnight. Please try it on to see if it fits." The maid said softly, her eyes full of admiration. The person in front of her was the Son of God with the mark of God. He might even be the next Pope!

"This is a sun brooch, the emblem of our church," another maid introduced.

"I know this. I have one too. Vincent gave it to me." Phil Gray smiled and took out an identical brooch from the space.

"Oh, Saint Vincent? I heard he is really warm and friendly. You can keep this one as a backup."

This bishop is very thoughtful.

Phil Gray changed into his church robes and looked in the mirror in the room.

He found that his hair had grown a lot longer, and the new hair was all gray, which made his hair color a little mottled. But fortunately, he didn't plan to dye his hair. In the East Continent, no one would think of gray hair as belonging to the Grey family.

Besides, he wanted to return to the Church of Destiny in his original appearance, and it would be almost time.

As for the mask he is wearing now, it has been experimented with before. A God-degraded like Elder Grant can see his true face, but those below the God-degraded level cannot see it at all.

He was just waiting for a mantra to be promoted to the level of divine revelation, but the gods seemed a bit stingy and did not give him a new mantra this time.

After he changed his clothes and put on the sun brooch, he followed the two maids waiting at the door.

Eli and Ernest, who lived next door, also woke up and went to the church dining room together.

The church of the Cult of Dawn has a chef hired from the Cult of Food, and the breakfast they prepare is extremely rich and delicious.

Phil Gray remembered the Pope's meal he had in the Church of Destiny when he first came to the Weir World, and suddenly felt that there was indeed a gap between religions.

After breakfast, Morris took them on a tour of the city of Numas.

"Your Highness, please--" Morris' face was filled with smiles. He held a scepter in his hand, and Lord Steven was beside him.

The new city lord also needs to understand the city in more detail.

They walked out of the church together.

At the door of the church was a carriage pulled by four white horses, each with a wisp of golden hair on its head. The spacious carriage was furnished with luxurious seats, and a small table hanging on the side was set with a few wine glasses and some fresh fruits.

Phil Gray sat down, and Eli and Ernest followed him.

There were two rows of seats in the carriage. They sat in the back as guests, while the bishop and the city lord sat in the front.

"Wait, isn't that your nephew, Lord Morris? What is he doing wandering around there?" Eli suddenly asked, pointing at the sneaky figure at the church door.

Upon hearing this, Morris recognized his nephew, frowned, and jumped off the carriage.