Sissika the Archbishop

If they launched a full-scale attack, the city might fall in an instant.

"Miss Sissika, do you want to die or live?"

"Of course I want to live."

"Then hurry up and agree!"

"Even if I agree, those people may not obey my command. The Southern Church and the Northern Church are independent of each other."

"You're this strong, aren't you? The rest isn't my concern. Whether you kill people or do whatever else, that's up to you." Mel slowed down.

He was desperately short of all kinds of talent right now. Catching one was better than catching none, at least as long as they were not enemies.

"Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"

"You traded your life for this. If you dare to slip away without a word, then I won't rebel anymore. From then on, I'll only do one thing: kill you."

"How overbearing..." Sissika was not angry. She simply chatted idly with Mel.

When the battle had begun earlier, Mel had roughly figured out that the old man had come to kill him for money, while this nun had most likely come because she thought he was an evil black mage.

What others said might not be true. She still had to see for herself how the people under his rule lived.

Priests capable of healing magic were scarce resources anywhere.

Under Sissika's resentful gaze, Mel brought her to Edge City.

Strangely, there was not a trace of attack on the city walls. The nobles' army was camped outside the city, yet after all this time, they had not launched an assault. It was truly bizarre. They had not even built any siege equipment.

It was not until Mel found Saik that he learned Saik had captured a prince. When the prince saw Archbishop Sissika, he knew