The door was opened by the Dark Pope. Seeing the visitors, he quickly bowed and said, “Greetings, Holy Father. I wish you peace and safety.” Yoshua Brave was slightly surprised—this guy’s flattery was over the top.
Still, he didn’t mind. He nodded. “No need for such formality. Is the Great Demon God present?” With that, he walked inside.
Agura came forward and gave a slight bow, saying, “Greetings, Holy Father.”
Yoshua raised a hand to stop him. “Great Demon God, you are far too polite. How could I possibly accept such ceremony? Just call me by my name.”
Agura quickly replied, “I dare not, Holy Father. You are the father of our demon race’s Holy Infant, a position of supreme respect. I, a mere servant, would not presume to address you casually.”
Yoshua internally cursed his flattery,
