I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Eli smiled bitterly. He could still feel the powerlessness he felt at that time. "I don't understand the call of God. I only know that she is leaving me. Death will separate us. One of us will be in the world and the other in the abyss for a hundred or two hundred years. I really can't accept it. But I begged everyone in the church at that time, even Jesse who had not been expelled from the church yet, but they all rejected me."

Jesse, yes, when they were in Dark Night Parish, Eli knew some of Jesse's secrets. Phil Gray thought of that annoying guy, but he didn't expect that young Eli had asked him for help.

"That guy Jesse tricked me into kneeling down to him, saying that he would take me to find the Favored Ones of Life later. After he proudly experienced the feeling of stepping on the Son of God, he turned me away. Only then did I realize that no one in the Church of the Dead would help me. They all thought it was natural for the Saint to return to the arms of God. Maybe it is true, but I really can't accept it. I don't really believe in death." Eli said calmly, but it made people feel sad.

"My sister's illness became more and more serious, but no one cared. They only regretted that the saint of the church left too early. More people congratulated her, celebrating that a believer would see God soon. Finally, I made up my mind and secretly left the church to find the Blessed One of Life to save my sister. However, the headquarters of the Church of Life is in the Western Continent. The vast Eastern Continent is still the Parish of Death. Where can a seven-year-old child find the Blessed One of Life?

"I wandered for many days, and finally used the money I had on me to buy a copy of the Life Church's classic book, The Source of Life, in a shop of the Commercial Church. It was like I had grabbed the last straw, and I prayed desperately to the God of Life, begging to become His favored one. Since none of you will save her, then I will save her myself!

"It's ridiculous, isn't it? A person who should have a devout belief in death is praying to become the favored one of the God of Life. At that time, I didn't eat or drink, and knelt in front of the book to pray for three whole days. Finally, I became a traitor, betraying my family, betraying the gods I once believed in, and even betraying my body.

"At a young age, I already understood the preciousness of life. When the power of death left my body, the green breath with rich vitality surrounded me, allowing me to find my true faith. I was so attached to this world and the beauty around me. The fragrance of blooming flowers, the soft fur of cats, and the sweet smile of my sister were all beauties that I could not give up. I experienced the joy of life, which was something I had never felt in the cold and gloomy Church of the Dead for seven years."

Eli smiled, but it was fleeting.

"However, I was young and didn't know how shameful and deserving of death this kind of behavior of betraying God was in the church! When I returned to the church with joy and planned to save my sister, she had already passed away. They didn't let me look at her again, and they stared at me angrily, spitting at me, and tied me, a person who betrayed God, to the stake, wanting to wash away my sins with fire."

Phil Gray was shocked and a little angry when he saw the scars on Eli's arm. Even Ernest frowned. How could they treat a seven-year-old child so cruelly?

“They started to light the fire from my arm, trying to completely erase the mark of the God of Death. I was in excruciating pain, and the newly awakened life force in my body barely kept me alive until my grandfather came. He secretly saved me, created the illusion that I was dead, and asked me to take my sister’s ashes and never come back.

"I was surprised that he would save me, but I couldn't accept his disregard for my sister's life, so I left without any regrets. Of course, I only found out later that my grandfather was punished, lost his position as an elder, and was also missing. After burying my sister in her favorite valley, I embarked on a journey of wandering. I crossed thousands of miles of mountains and oceans and came to the Western Continent. Finally, I stayed in the area of ​​the Life Church until I met you."

Phil Gray stood up and patted him on the shoulder. "No matter what you believe in or which god you are favored by, you are our partner. This will never change."

Ernest also nodded. Being not good at speaking, he could only respond to the Pope's words with a firm look.

Eli let out a long sigh, then looked at Frank, "But I still can't understand why I am now a follower of death? I am sure that I am the most devout to the God of Life."

Mr. Ghost Frank was in deep thought until he saw everyone's eyes looking at him, then he muttered: "To be honest, which church doesn't treasure the Son of God? Why is the Church of the Dead like this? How did the two Sons of God end up in this situation?"

Phil Gray quite agreed. He thought they should learn from the Church of the Dawn. No wonder it became the number one church in Weir.

"As for how you suddenly became the favored one of the God of Life when you are the Son of Death, I heard that there is a man named Dwyer in the Light of Wisdom who is very knowledgeable about the theory of believer selection? Perhaps he knows more about it, after all, he inherited and developed the views of my old friend. But to be honest, I have never heard of someone who changed from being the favored one of a god to being the favored one of another god, and then back again. Do you think the two gods are so free that they can play house with you?"

Frank stood up, walked around the table twice, scratched his head, and looked puzzled. As a believer in the God of Wisdom, he actually felt that his knowledge was shallow.

The kind-hearted Phil Gray decided to continue hiding his identity as the one favored by the Three Gods for the time being, so as to prevent Mr. Ghost from pulling out his hair. After all, he didn't know whether Ghost could grow hair again.

"Then let's take some time to visit the Light of Wisdom later. I'm sure Mr. Frank will miss that place very much as well." Phil Gray suggested.

"Well, of course, but it's mainly for this gentleman." Frank nodded with satisfaction and fell into thought again.

Phil Gray looked out the window. The sun had already set, and the red rays of light shone through the golden glass frame, giving it the beauty of an oil painting.

At this moment, there was a timely knock on the door, and a man wearing a black and white butler uniform and long boots walked in. He was about forty years old, with thick silver hair that was soft and shiny.

He bent slightly and said respectfully:

"Your Highness, I am your butler, Gerald Berkeley. The banquet is about to begin. I will help you change into your formal dress."