After thorough investigation and searching, to end up with a fool like this—it was maddening.
Antonio let out a deep sigh internally and steadied his resolve.
"For His Holiness… I must endure."
Unaware of Antonio's boiling anger, the captain continued rambling.
"So… so I made a brief stop at the Isle of Love. It wasn't just my decision! Every single crew member on board wanted to go. Truly! You're welcome to interrogate them all!"
Now he was even willing to throw his own crew under the bus.
Antonio took a deep breath, forcing himself to swallow his rage.
At some point, it seemed the highest positions in the Papal Palace had become infested with fools like this.
He had retreated from the world to avoid them—but after fifty years, the world he returned to was more rotten than ever.
Why, he wondered, were cockroaches so impossible to exterminate?
He had tried, belatedly, to correct it—but stagnant water always began to stink.
