So I'm a sheep.

Sasha arrived at the cathedral safely and without any disturbance.

"Pope Louis, your plans have fallen through."

During the hug, Sasha whispered something.

"?"

The old man looked bewildered, but a shadow fell over his eyes.

A traitor, and a traitor at the level of an archbishop!

How could Protestants be so capable?

No, it's unlikely to be Protestantism; this is probably the first time the Security Bureau has taken the initiative to target us.

Damn it, that person just stepped down, and you've already completely sided with Saya.

"Ultimately, we'll have to face off head-on. What do you think?"

"good"

Suppressing his negative emotions, Louis gave Sasha a deep look.

“Saya, my doctrines have been refined through countless trials. If you think you can refute me, you are probably being a bit presumptuous.”

Upon hearing this, Sasha immediately smiled.

How can a doctrine conceived by the Demon King on a whim be compared to the 'Goddess Doctrine' that has withstood the test of countless worlds?

'I'll beat you to a pulp!'

.....................................

This far-reaching public debate was broadcast live globally.

Neither side had any way out. If Sasha lost, she would immediately lose her 'saint' aura and her reputation would be ruined.

If Louis loses, he may have no choice but to die to save face.

"Your hair is so cool!"

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was dancing excitedly in front of the TV: "Mom, can I dye my hair white too? It would look so cool!"

"That wasn't dyed..."

Susan burst into tears, wiping them away frantically, her heart aching as if it were being torn apart.

"Barton, sit down."

Spark stated seriously, "This is a very important debate, one that could even affect the future of many countries!"

"real or fake?"

Barton scratched his head: "If the sister wins, everyone will convert to the goddess. If Pope Louis wins, everyone can just continue to believe in the Secret Lady, right?"

It's not that simple.

Spark sighed, about to explain, when Susan punched him hard on the back.

"Shut up, everyone, it's starting, it's starting!"

Susan was extremely nervous, knowing how important this debate was for her daughter; she almost tore her clothes apart with her hands.

The adults stared intently at the live stream, and after watching patiently for a while, Barton started to get a little bored.

'I don't understand, it sounds so complicated.'

He watched for a while longer, then decided to focus all his attention on the expressions of the two sides in the debate.

With his focus shifted, Patton actually saw quite a lot more.

"It seems like my sister has the upper hand?"

"Barton, be quiet!"

The boy pouted after being scolded by his mother.

After staring blankly at the TV for more than half an hour, Barton rubbed his eyes and said, "It looks like my sister is going to win?"

"Go back to your room and take a nap if you're sleepy!"

It's almost evening now...

The boy sullenly propped his head up, and as he looked at it, he actually fell asleep.

...................................

"We won!!!"

"My dear, Saya won! The Protestants won!"

"Pope Louis really suffered a complete defeat?"

Spark's eyes widened: "My dad was absolutely right, honey. You didn't come home last time, so you didn't know how highly he thought of Saya."

"Uh, His Holiness the Pope has fainted."

The moment Barton opened his eyes, he saw the old man collapsed. He murmured, "It seems the goddess is still more powerful. I've decided, when I grow up, I will also worship the great goddess!"

Book 1: Chapter 553 Accepting Death

The outcome of the public debate was clear, but the secret church would obviously not admit that its doctrines were inferior.

Pope Louis was unwell and elderly, and his eventual collapse was due to health issues, unrelated to any other factors.

Ms. Saya did win the debate, but it was a personal victory for her; she was a brilliant debater and defeated Pope Louis, nothing more.

However, those who watched the live stream did not buy the secret church's explanation.

It was clearly a life-or-death duel between the two religions' highest spiritual leaders, but they made it sound like an ordinary debate.

"It's so ugly!"

"What's wrong with the Hidden Church? They suffered a crushing defeat at home, yet they refuse to admit defeat!"

"Tsk tsk, I knew this would happen."

Online criticism of the secret church is growing louder, but at this very moment, the church's official website announced the unexpected death of Pope Louis due to an overdose of sleeping pills.

"His Holiness the Pope is under tremendous pressure every day. He cannot sleep for days and nights and eventually has to take sleeping pills."

"You are the ones who were so aggressive towards a poor old man, and you are all responsible for this tragedy."

"Murderers! You bunch of murderers!"

Taking advantage of Louis's death, the secret church spearheaded a wave of protests against cyberbullying.

"The dead are gone, please, everyone, leave His Holiness the Pope alone!"

At the press conference, several archbishops broke down in tears.

People generally sympathize with the weak. After the press conference, there were many messages of wishing the deceased a peaceful journey on the church's official website.

Through their own orchestrated performance, the secret church successfully achieved its goal—minimizing the negative impact of public debate.

"The next pope is going to be an exceptionally difficult person."

The sailor personally drove Sasha to her destination, and he said with great regret, "It should have been a time to savor the fruits of victory, but who would have thought it would turn out like this."

"The trend is irreversible and cannot be changed by some petty tricks."

Sasha said casually, "No matter how difficult the next pope is, it doesn't matter. I'm still young, and I can outlast him."

"Saya, your statement demonstrates considerable political wisdom."

"But I have never thought about going into politics, so you can rest assured."

The sailor breathed a sigh of relief with exaggerated relief, and laughed loudly, saying, "Hahaha, with your promise, we're allies for life!"

"By the way, regarding Archbishop Colliver's matter, I also sounded out his opinion for you beforehand."

"A pardon is unlikely, after all, that's already an ironclad case."

However...

The sailor then changed the subject: "Archbishop Colliver is indeed quite old and in poor health. Out of humanitarian considerations, there should be no problem with him being released on medical parole."

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Since the public debate, Sasha has rarely appeared in the media.

Protestantism has overcome many difficulties in the past by relying on the power of public opinion.

However, the secret church's recent successful attempt served as a reminder to Sasha that the power of public opinion could be used not only by herself but also by her opponents.

With the aftermath of Louise's death still lingering, any slightly high-profile move by her at this time might make her a sitting duck.

'Keep a low profile, keep a low profile. From now on, I'm moving from the spotlight to behind the scenes.'

'Let's give others a chance, the Protestant pope's seat is still vacant.'

As the younger generation enters society, the influence of Protestantism has increased dramatically.

It took even less time than Sasha had anticipated, but in just eighteen years, Protestantism across the country had become an equal force with the secret churches.

It would be unreasonable for such a large religious organization to not have a pope.

The bishops petitioned for Saint Shay to take office, but in the end, Sasha nominated Archbishop Paul.

“I have watched the church grow from nothing to its current size.”

“Protestantism is like my child, and now that the child has grown up, it’s time to let go.”

Sasha's words moved countless believers, giving them a deeper understanding of the saint's noble character.

Of course, Sasha meant what she said, but besides that...

Looking at the elderly woman in her fifties in the mirror, the sage was overwhelmed with an indescribable feeling.

As I get older, my arms and legs are becoming increasingly weak.

As I get older, my skin becomes increasingly loose.

As you get older, your energy levels really aren't as high as those of younger people.

In another ten or twenty years, perhaps death will no longer be far away from us.