I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"No, he should be the knight the apostates are looking for." Phil Gray explained.

"Ah?" Patrick widened his eyes and whispered, "Cousin, did you use the Eye of Destiny?"

"Yes."

Patrick quickly told Gene and went to his boss to book a room next to theirs.

After Gene helped the homeless man to the bed, they stood outside the door, looking at each other.

"Cousin, what should we do next?"

"I don't know how he ended up like this." Phil Gray described the scene in detail.

"Ah, the knights of the Order of Fate are loyal to the Church and the Pope. He must have been disheartened after being expelled. It's not surprising that he gradually became stupid."

"Loyal? Then why are the Knights of Destiny turning against me now?"

"Ah, the Church today is no longer the Church of the past. It must be that the members of the Knights of Fate were replaced by the current Knight Commander's cronies. Plus, you were an ordinary person at the time, not a God-favored One, so this caused a lot of dissatisfaction in the Church. Anyway, Wendell and the Knight Commander should be blamed."

As he spoke, a trace of nostalgia flashed across Patrick's icy blue eyes. "The past was really good. Although I didn't have much contact with my uncle - your father, he was really a good pope. Countless believers supported and loved him. The name of Darcy Gray will be forever engraved in the history of the Church of Destiny."

As soon as Patrick finished speaking, the door slammed open.

They were both startled.

They saw the homeless man who was supposed to be lying on the bed, standing upright in front of them. Although he was supported by only one leg, he was inexplicably steady. His black eyes were extremely sharp, staring straight at Phil Gray and Patrick.

"Who are you?"

Patrick swallowed, impressed by the aura of this homeless knight.

"You, you won't attack anyone from the Vatican, right?"

"Wait, what am I afraid of? You only have one leg now."

The homeless man ignored Patrick's answer and just looked at Phil Gray.

Phil Gray sighed helplessly, walked sideways into the room, took off the mask on his face, revealing a face that was very similar to the former Pope.

"You should have heard it just now. I am the current Pope Phil Gray."

The tramp stood there in a daze. Phil Gray could see his body shaking constantly and tears running down his mud-covered face, but his black eyes were still staring at him without blinking.

Time seemed to have fallen into silence at this moment.

Until the one-legged knight knelt on the ground with a snap. "Ernest Surrey pays respect to His Holiness the Pope."

Phil Gray wanted to help him up, but the knight seemed afraid that his dirty body would defile His Holiness the Pope, so he dodged for a moment and then stood up with difficulty.

"How did you become like this? I know you were expelled from the Knights, but it's not your fault. Even if you left the Knights, you shouldn't have ended up like this with your noble status, right?"

“Although I was controlled by the Dream Cult, I did think that I had killed those villagers with my own hands. They had been so enthusiastic about me, but I brought death to them. I returned to that scene countless times in my dreams and could not get rid of it.” His expression was extremely painful.

"I wandered around other parishes in a daze, and sought revenge on the Dream Cult. I finally found the person who controlled me. I fought him to the death, and he died, and I also broke a leg."

"But after he died, I realized that the memories of me killing the villagers with my own hands were also false. They were all fabricated by him. He was the one who killed those villagers, and only after he died did those false memories break."

"Isn't that a good thing? You should get out of that."

"No, I should have seen through these false memories earlier. I only needed to use my divine power..." Ernest looked a little crazy. He hammered the table angrily. "When I dragged one leg back to the Vatican, I heard the news that Pope Dulce had passed away. It was too late. My Majesty, my faith, and the days I wasted, it's all too late!"

He held his head and cried softly.

The only sound in the whole room was his painful voice.

Phil Gray pursed his lips, not knowing how to comfort him.

The power of fate is truly unpredictable, and the most unpredictable thing about it is that it can turn a proud noble boy and a strong knight into a bullied vagrant, destroying all the good things.

For a knight who believes in the god of fate, such a fate seems even more cruel.

"No, it's not too late, Ernest. Do you know what the most valuable quality of a knight is?"

Phil Gray spoke slowly.

"Never give up, never be defeated by difficulties. As long as you are still alive, you can pick up the sword and fight for your beliefs. What about you? Look at how decadent you are now."

"No, I'm not a knight anymore." Ernest shook his head and clenched his fists.

"You are. In the name of the Pope, I now appoint you as the Grand Master of the Knights of Destiny!"

"What?" Ernest and Patrick looked at him in shock.

"Valker Dodd, the former Knight Commander of the Knights of Destiny, has betrayed me, forcing me to live in exile. Now, Ernest Sari, let me ask you one question: are you willing to pick up the sword again, become my knight, and fight for me?"

Phil Gray's ice-blue eyes looked at him quietly.

Looking at those similar eyes and faces, Ernest seemed to have returned to that afternoon more than ten years ago. The sun was so bright, and the Pope, holding a long sword, patted his shoulder gently, with encouragement in his ice-blue eyes and a gentle smile on his face. "From now on, you will be a member of the Knights of Destiny. My dear knight, please fight for me!"

The Pope's gaze seemed to travel through time and space and fell on his miserable body again, as if all those bad things had never happened.

But it really happened. The world has changed dramatically and things and people are no longer the same.

His thoughts returned to reality, and he saw Phil Gray was still waiting for his answer, firmly, as if he would wait forever.

The corners of his mouth curled up, but the muscles on his face couldn't stop twitching and trembling, tears flowed from both sides, and he said in a hoarse but solemn voice: "Ernest is willing to swear to protect His Holiness the Pope and fight for you!"

"Good." Phil Gray also smiled appreciatively.

Ten years later, this wandering knight finally found his faith again and was redeemed by the God of Destiny.