I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

As soon as the king finished speaking, someone came in, bowed respectfully to the king, and stood on the other side of the palace.

Phil Gray looked at the man and saw that his curly hair was a little gray and he was leaning on a cane. He looked very similar to Ernest. This was the Duke of Surrey, not only George's father, but also Ernest's father.

Phil Gray glanced at his partner behind him and found that his hands were shaking a little.

He patted the other person's hand in a soothing manner.

Although I don’t know what happened between Ernest and his father, it must not be a good memory.

Ge Lan nodded slightly. "Your Majesty, your nephew colluded with the Church of the Dead and the Cult of Dreams, killed nearly a hundred female gods in the Dark Night Parish, created nightmare monsters, and caused panic among the people of the entire port. I think he should be tried in public and hanged."

The Life Elder also looked directly at the king and said, "In short, neither the Life Church nor the Dawn Cult will allow such a person to continue to live in the world."

"No! Save me, Father!" George cried.

The Duke looked a little haggard, with his head lowered, and he still stood there in silence.

"I wonder who dares to hang my baby!" A shrill female voice came, accompanied by hurried footsteps. Phil Gray saw a woman holding up her long skirt walking into the hall.

She was wearing a purple dress, had a graceful face, a colorful pearl necklace around her neck, and a plump figure. She looked at the two elders angrily.

"Sunny! What are you doing here?" the king scolded.

George shouted in surprise, "Mother! Save me!"

Sunny showed a distressed expression on her face. She walked up to George and stroked his forehead. "You said he killed someone. Where is the evidence? And no matter what he did, I will not let you kill him."

Ge Lan glanced at her, then looked at the king who was sitting high up on the throne. "The people behind me are all eyewitnesses. We two elders would not frame an ordinary person. As for the bodies of the victims, they have been handed over to the Dark Night Cult for placement. They will surely send a letter to you in a few days to tell you the whole story.

If Your Majesty cannot judge, I will take him back to the Vatican for a religious trial!"

King Puna stood up and smiled. "Don't worry, elder. As a king, I will not protect any guilty person, even if he is my nephew."

He shouted sternly, "Come here, take George away, issue a notice, and have him tried in public in the square this afternoon and hanged!"

The king quickly walked to the Duke of Surrey and patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Don't be sad, Duke. Just pretend that your son doesn't exist. Your daughter is much smarter and more talented than him. You are not without a successor."

The guards on both sides marched forward in unison, ready to take George away.

"No!" Sunny hugged George tightly, and the guards had to stay where they were because of her status as a princess.

"Take the princess away and don't allow her to come in again!" The king's face darkened and he turned his back.

"You can't kill him! Your Majesty, you can't protect your nephew, but can't you protect your son? You are going to kill your son with your own hands!" Princess Suni fell to the ground, her makeup smudged by tears.

"what?"

Everyone present was surprised. It was simply unbelievable!

Princess Sunny and the King are siblings, and isn’t George her illegitimate son with the Duke of Surrey?

For a moment, the entire palace was silent, as everyone was digesting the information in the princess's words.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Shut up!" The king looked at the princess angrily, "He is my nephew! How can he be my son!"

Others turned their eyes to the Duke of Surrey with inquiring expressions.

Sunny stood up and shouted in a shrill voice, "He is your son! Why can the child of that vicious woman become your only prince and enjoy wealth and power, while my poor George has to suffer so much!"

At this time, the Duke of Surrey stood quietly, as if he was outside this absurd scene, and said nothing.

No one could tell from his expression whether this was true or false.

The king's chest was rising and falling with anger. He looked at Sari who looked like he had nothing to do with the matter and said angrily, "Your son, your woman, aren't you going to say anything?"

Sari bent down slightly, his face calm, "No, it's your son and your woman."

The king felt suffocated for a moment and fell on the throne. "What...what did you say?"

His face suddenly looked much older, and his eyes were fixed on the Duke of Surrey. "You are slandering the royal family and it is a capital crime!"

"I am just stating a fact. For so many years, I really wanted to tell everyone the truth, but my cowardice and tolerance allowed this matter to be buried in memory. I paid a huge price for it. Both my wife and son left me, one died, and the other was separated from me forever!" The Duke of Surrey said sadly, with tears in his eyes.

Phil Gray looked at Ernest behind him, only to see that his mouth was slightly open and he was looking at his father with a complicated expression.

"What the hell is going on!" the king asked angrily. He coughed and pointed at the guards who were still standing there in a daze. "Get out of here first! If you tell anyone about what happened today, I will throw you alive into the abyss of the dead!"

"Yes!"

The guards were so frightened that they trembled all over and quickly ran out of the palace.

Sani sobbed softly, "Brother, you have always known that I have a crush on Darcy, the former Pope of the Church of Destiny, but he doesn't like me."

Hmm? Is there something about the original owner's father involved?

Phil Gray never expected it.

"More than twenty years ago, he was invited to the palace to attend your inauguration ceremony. I spiked his wine with some drugs I got from the Pink Cult."

Sunny bit her lip and spoke slowly.

Pink cult? That's a group that believes in the god of fertility.

The king pointed at the princess angrily and said, "Are you out of your mind? He is a pope of divine descent. Can't he see that there is medicine in your wine?"

"Yes." Sunny looked at him straight, "He did see it, so he left, and when I woke up in the daytime, I was facing my own brother's face!"

"Even if Pope Dulce is angry, he won't retaliate against you like this." Grant shook his head. "I know him. He is upright, kind, and merciful. All the beautiful words seem to be tailor-made for him."

Phil Gray looked at Grant's tilted face and knew he was talking to him.

"Yes, of course he didn't do it. I found out later that it was just a mistake." Princess Suni looked sad.

"Impossible! That night I clearly went to the Orchid Theater which had just moved to the capital..." The king muttered to himself, but when he recalled those distant details, he could no longer convince himself.

"No matter what, he has the purest royal blood in his body. Do you still want to kill him?" Suni stared into the king's eyes and asked word by word.