I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Escorted by Ernest, Phil Gray walked into the Gray mansion with a heavy heart.

Joshua had already been standing at the door, awaiting the arrival of His Holiness the Pope.

Phil Gray greeted him with a smile, and then saw Patrick rushing out the door.

My cousin's hair has turned back to gray. I don't know if it was voluntary or forced.

"Cousin, you are here. My mother has made a lot of delicious food. Come in."

Patrick winked at him and said excitedly, then quickly touched the cat on his cousin's shoulder, only to receive a vicious claw in return.

"Oh, what an aggressive little kitty!"

"No rules!"

Joxuel glared at his son, then led the way for His Holiness the Pope.

Patrick walked over to Phil Gray and made faces behind his father.

Phil Gray turned his head and asked softly, "Why did you dye your hair?"

"Humph, it's still the one in front..." Patrick complained in a low voice.

"By the way, how are you dealing with your relationship issues?"

"I, I don't know. That guy Eli only laughs at me and doesn't give me any constructive suggestions." Patrick said with a bitter face, "However, Edith, I mean the one in Kao City. She went back first, and I don't plan to go to see the Edith on the beach for the time being. I want to make a decision after I think it through."

Phil Gray didn't expect Patrick to choose to escape temporarily, but there was really no other choice. If he faced a similar situation, no, he would not face such a situation.

Ignoring the whispers of the two young men behind him, Qiao Xuer led them to the banquet hall.

Although it was called a banquet hall, it was not as big as imagined. There was not even any other people in it. There was only a brown-haired lady placing dishes and chopsticks at a round table.

She looked extremely gentle, with a broad, full forehead with a thumb-sized emerald on it, long wavy hair tied up with a light green ribbon, and she wore a long white dress. The look she gave them was full of tenderness and kindness.

"Meet His Holiness the Pope—"

She smiled and saluted.

"Aunt Olive, you're welcome. It's all my fault that I've been too busy lately and forgot to come visit you after I came back." Phil Gray said with some guilt.

"Oh, we are all family, let's not talk about this anymore, come and try it, I made your favorite dishes when you were a child, stewed beef in red wine and vegetable stewed pie." Aunt Olive was so enthusiastic that she pulled Phil Gray to sit down, and even ignored her own son who was sitting next to her.

But Patrick was very happy. "Cousin, you haven't been to my house for a long time, almost ten years. At that time, my uncle often brought you here, but you always had a sullen face, as if you didn't like playing with me. I was so sad."

"Who likes to play with you? At that time, no matter who you met, you would secretly take off their shoes and tickle their soles. When Phil was a child, he would be scared by you if I hadn't been watching him!" Aunt Olive smiled and rolled her eyes at her son, but her movements were still extremely elegant.

"Hahaha." Phil Gray also laughed. He didn't expect that Patrick would do such a stupid thing when he was a child.

"Impossible! How come I don't have any impression of it at all!" Patrick retorted.

"I heard that people always forget some embarrassing things about themselves. This is called avoidant amnesia. You must know how stupid your behavior is, so you can't remember it." Olive covered her mouth with a handkerchief and laughed again.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became cheerful, and even Uncle Gray smiled.

Because of its cute appearance, the cat Black Night was given a silver bowl by Aunt Olive so that it could receive food from humans from time to time.

This god really isn't arrogant at all. Instead, he really enjoys the intimacy shown to him by humans.

Phil Gray had not felt such a warm family dinner atmosphere for a long time, or perhaps he had never felt it before. He was an orphan in his previous life and was raised by one of his parents' managers.

Although the manager took good care of him and helped him inherit all the family property after he became an adult, he was not his real relative.

While chatting and laughing, Joshuel Gray and Aunt Olive carefully picked up food for him and Patrick, and asked them about their experiences and stories while wandering outside. A warm feeling gradually welled up in Phil Gray's heart, as if all his worries and burdens were temporarily lifted.

When talking about his experience traveling at sea, Phil Gray suddenly remembered the man who pretended to be him, and asked them if they knew the identity of this person.

After all, that person is most likely also a member of the Grey Family.

Qiao Xuer frowned, as if he recalled something, "Now that you mentioned it, I know who he is."

"Who?" Phil Gray and Patrick looked at him curiously.

"He was once one of the Holy Sons of the Cult of Destiny, Victor Langdon."

"Who? Father, you said he was the Saint Son of Langdon? How could he be a member of our Grey family? I have never heard of him."

It seems that Patrick knows this person, and this person is quite famous in the Church of Destiny.

Phil Gray narrowed his eyes. He didn't know whether the original owner knew this Saint Son, so he said cautiously: "How could he be a member of our Gray family?"

"You really don't know this. The late Pope and I had a sister. She was the second child, my second sister, and your aunt."

Joshua sighed.

"What? I actually have an aunt!" Patrick couldn't believe it. In the past twenty years or so of his life, he had never heard of the existence of this relative.

Compared to Patrick, Phil Gray had heard about the identity of this aunt from Elder Nancy, so it seemed that the aunt's son she was talking about was the Son of Langdon.

"Yes, when she was young, she was a saint of the Church of Destiny like your father. She was very ambitious, and her obsession with becoming the Pope even surpassed her affection for us. She competed with your father everywhere. Later, your father broke through the God Demotion level. He was the first God Demotion Favoree in a hundred years, so he naturally became the Pope, while she remained at the God Revelation level. After your father ascended to the throne of Pope, she left the Church of Destiny."

"What happened next? How did her son become the Son of God?" Patrick asked as he was listening to a story, while eating the food on the plate with greasy stains in his mouth.

"Later, during the selection of the Son of God, a little boy who was only eight years old and had become a Listener appeared in the Church. He called himself Victor Langdon and came from a remote village in the jurisdiction of the Church of Destiny. The pastor there recommended him to attend the church college to receive education related to being a God's Favored One.

"He was only eight years old, and he became a God-favored One. Although there may be no shortage of such geniuses in other churches, they are rare in the Church of Decline. So he joined the selection of Holy Sons and entered the church academy to study. After passing the academy's assessment, he, you, and the other two children were canonized as Holy Sons."

"Yes, I know that. At that time, you loved playing with your cousin. I thought he took you away from you, and that's why you never came to see me again." Patrick said resentfully.

I didn’t expect that the original owner actually knew Victor!

Phil Gray was panicked for a moment, but he quickly covered it up. He carefully considered his tone and hinted, "But I didn't recognize him on the boat. He seemed different from before."

"Perhaps he changed his appearance. After all, in the eyes of others, he and the other two saints died at the hands of your father." Qiao Xuer continued with emotion, "As he grew older, his eyebrows and eyes became more and more similar to the young children of the Gray family, except for the golden hair color. Your father and I became suspicious.

"Until your aunt returned to the Vatican, she refused to acknowledge her identity as a member of the Grey family and was unwilling to talk about family affection with us. She only showed us her proudest work, proving that without the Grey family, her son would also be the most outstanding one favored by God. At that time, it was a foregone conclusion that Victor would become the next Pope. Only then did we know that she wanted to support her son to ascend the throne of Pope again to make up for her regret of the year." Qiao Xuer sighed again. His sister had been bound by the throne of Pope all her life, and even her own son had become her tool.

"Ah? But didn't my uncle kill those saints later? That aunt..." Patrick covered his mouth in panic.

"There is another hidden story behind this matter, which you cannot know for the time being. Victor is still alive, but the other two are indeed dead," Qiao Xuer suddenly stopped talking and did not mention this topic anymore. "I think the person you met was Victor. He might just be teasing you on purpose. Just be more careful next time."

"Okay." Patrick's curiosity was dispelled, and he buried his head in his meal in a depressed mood, but the more he ate, the more he enjoyed it.

He never thought his mother's cooking skills were so good, but it was a pity that she didn't cook very often.

Phil Gray was a little dazed. If Victor had not disguised himself and he had not recognized him, he would have doubted his true identity.

Perhaps, he already knew that he was not the real "Phil Gray"?

As for the crown incident, was he provoking me?

When he pretended to be the Pope, was he really obsessed with the identity of the Pope, or was he mocking himself as a "pretender"?

After dinner, Phil Gray hurriedly said goodbye.

After he left, Patrick went back to the house to rest. Olive looked at her husband standing in the yard in silence and thought, and gently put a cloak on him.

"Thank you." Qiao Xuer held her hand.

"Did you know something?"

"why do you say so?"

"Patrick's favorite foods are beef stew in red wine and vegetable pie. The kid hated eating beef when he was a child." Olive said coldly.

"You don't have to worry about these things. Destiny will take care of everything." Qiao Xuer held her in his arms and sighed deeply.