Old Vasco felt extremely flustered at that moment—but no matter how flustered he was, he couldn't show it directly. This was the tacit understanding he and Stra had developed over all the years they had known each other... or perhaps it was simply a natural reaction.
If they were going to act profound, they had to do it together.
Throughout the entire Holy Church, the people who could handle that old bastard Stra's tricks could be counted on one hand, aside from him.
But that old bastard Stra had really just beaten two Descending Angels into retreat?
Two Descending Angels, the genuine article.
No... The ones who had fled in terror weren't driven away by Stra, but by the Golden Shaded Cat he raised, Tom Cat. After this incident, even if Vasco's head were caught in a door, he would never believe Tom Cat was merely an ordinary fat cat.
Void Origin Demon... Before retreating, Angel Fils seemed to have shouted that name.
Vasco felt a splitting headache. He didn't know what position he, as someone who had witnessed all this, should take—he didn't want Stra to have truly lost his faith and become a sinner of the Holy Church.
As for saying that he and Stra were evenly matched or of equal strength, Vasco could no longer bring himself to say such things. Stra had been away from the Holy Church for so many years, and Vasco believed he had never wasted even a moment. Yet the gap between them seemed a little too large.
"Old bastard, before sunrise, your students really can't repair my church?"
As Knight Vasco fell into deep thought, Father Stra had already dug out the cross from the original church roof, which had been broken nearly in half, and then planted it directly into