"Even so, she shouldn't be after you!" Heya insisted.
"Sit down and say your piece. Stop fluttering your lashes."
Wayne waved his hand, recounting the intel Juno had sent, and asked curiously, "According to you, the last two reincarnated angels have already arrived in Lundan—why are you only showing up now?"
"I beat up the Pope and got held up a bit."
"..."
Wayne fell silent.
To be honest, he actually liked the Pope. The old guy was savvy, and his shady antics were very much to Wayne's taste.
Like that transforming crucifix necklace, or those coerced sales contracts disguised as gifts, or the fact he didn't like little boys but had a thing for nuns...
At that thought, Wayne clenched his fist and cleared his throat. "Don't beat up the Pope anymore. With someone like you, hitting him is the same as rewarding him. The old guy would probably be thrilled beyond measure!"
