After a day of rest, the hero’s party gathered at the Papal Palace to have breakfast with the Pope.

The breakfast, though not as grand as the Empire’s, with its fresh salad and a few meat dishes, was certainly luxurious compared to the rations distributed outside.

Arsil didn’t have much of an appetite, despite hearing about the people who had been killed. Her mind was filled with the faces of the bandits they encountered outside the Holy Kingdom, and how they had been desperately gulping down thin soup.

It seemed that the other party members weren't eating much either.

Except …