072 I won't really let you become a witch and be executed

　　Night has come.

　　It was a starless and moonless night, the night sky was covered with leaden dark clouds.Evelyn opened the window and sat by it.It was pitch black outside, the only sounds in the silence were the chirping of bugs and the sound of falling leaves.

　　As the seventh leaf fell, Evelyn heard a footstep - not Asa, the man's footsteps were heavier and deeper; not Celia, this one was clearly less brisk.

　　Without a word, the man walked up to Evelyn and stopped in a position where he was able to scrutinize her. At the same time, Evelyn caught a familiar scent, one that she had only ever smelled on aging Archons - the scent of someone older, but not unpleasant.

　　Evelyn politely initiated the conversation, "And you are, please?"

　　"Take it easy," said the other in a pale, low voice, "I just want to see how much Asa is hiding from me."

　　At that, Evelyn immediately responded, nodded at the other man, and said, "The Pope."

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