The moment Anthony opened his mouth, he dragged Punk, who had been resting with his eyes closed in a shadowy corner and minding his own business, into the matter. It seemed he knew that, as a Morningstar Priest representing the Pantheon faction, there was no way he could say much to the "Valkyrie," who belonged to the same Lawful Good alignment. Thus, "Radiant Purity," forced to maintain the image of a kindly old fellow, needed a good partner to play the bad cop and help him muddle through this affair.
From Punk's perspective, there was naturally no reason not to help. Since they shared some common interests as "allies on the surface," he ought to lend this small favor. Besides, Ibefil's endless aggressive questioning was noisy and irritating. By now, any professional who did not belong to the Good alignment probably wished this unrestrained Justice Maiden would shut up already.
However, while supposedly "helping," the Morningstar Mage, who did not consider Anthony much of a decent fellow after he stood by and watched others fight without offering support, had no objection to taking the chance to undermine the Pantheon, which had been forced to swallow its grievances in silence. Opening his dark golden eyes and sweeping his gaze across the hall, Whisper of Destruction calmly explained to Ibefil, who was looking at him:
"As someone who personally took part in the battle, I believe I can offer an objective and impartial testimony. Mr. Anthony made the correct choice by not joining the fight, because Walkerway was not weak. That level forty-four mad mage was clearly skilled at using all manner of powerful spells and applying them flexibly in combat. I was certainly capable of facing him alone and defeating him, but if I had needed to divide my attention to