I'm eighty-nine years old. A brand new pope, fresh and inexperienced. I already want to quit...

"New Pope. I, the Crown Prince Gessner, wish for you to recognize my engagement with Sister Casprin. And I demand the execution of that woman who oppresses the true saint Casprin and falsely claims to be a saint!" The Crown Prince pulled the voluptuous Sister Casprin close to him and pointed at Sister Sophia, calling her a false saint. When the full-figured Sister Casprin pressed against him, I could see the Crown Prince's face break into a smirk. And I... "Fuhahahaha!! That girl is the most lustful woman in our entire church! If you have the resolve to marry such a wanton woman, then I shall consent to your union!?" I pointed at both Sister Casprin and Crown Prince Gessner and let out a hearty laugh. Well. I really messed that up!! But—after not sleeping properly for weeks and being forcibly revived even when on death's door, enduring this harsh post-war cleanup march that finally seems to be ending, I've been dealing with that foolish crown prince who was completely deceived by a honey trap woman, and my exhaustion has been through the roof, so... surely this is forgivable. I did hold back until my patience finally snapped, didn't I? The setting is loose. Published on AlphaPolice.