Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 404

“Your Holiness’ campaign against the barbarians across the sea is truly a magnificent achievement.”

Pope Leo III lavished praise—until his mouth ran dry—on the recent holy war and on Pope Ludovico who had led it.

“It will be remembered forever in the thousand-year annals of the Central Continent.”

Pope Ludovico could not hide the upward curl of his lips. No matter how seasoned a politician one might be, there are moments when even flattery—however transparent—overwhelms one’s control over their expression.

“A march that tore open a new world! The expansion of the Yesap faith into other continents!”

Leo III cried out with fervor—an unusual display of passion for a man of his age.

Lately, the phrase setting the hearts of all Central Continent rulers racing was none other than “expansion into other continents.”

At the mere mention of this phrase, everyone lost their composure. Even Leo III grew dizzy, intoxicated by his own words.

“The next crusade must surely happen. The Holy City still faces threats from its hinterlands. You must thoroughly purge the barbarians deep in the interior to ensure not a single heretic remains on the peninsula.”

At Leo III’s words, Alfonso sharply lifted his head and stared directly at his father. His gray-blue eyes peered out from between strands of luscious golden hair, and his expression toward his father was far from pleasant.

‘Is he trying to shove it onto me again?’

Leo III habitually dumped all unpleasant matters onto his son while reaping the rewards himself—the polar opposite of other monarchs, who bore hardships themselves and granted only the fruits to their heirs.

Even the indulgence Alfonso had obtained in Trevero was swiftly swallowed up by Leo III.

Of course, Prince Alfonso had already received a special papal decree from Pope Ludovico, absolving him of all past sins in recognition of his victory in the Crusades, so the indulgence itself was unnecessary—but dislike remained dislike.

The prince wore an exasperated expression, either believing his thick hair concealed his gaze or simply not caring whether it was seen or not.

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