Chapter 14

Nothing about Iris’s behavior resembled the embodiment of selflessness, love, justice, and punishment. Every previous Saint was said to possess both a cool head and a compassionate heart. Iris had neither. If a Phoenix feather hadn’t verified the sacred mark on his left shoulder, no one would have believed Iris was the Saint. For once, the Pope found his courage. “Alanto, are you nearby?” “Yes, Your Holiness.” “Send a message in secret.” “To whom?” “The Guardians. The Saint’s Guardians.” “But the Guardians…”