The atmosphere between Loki and the Pure White Saintess had visibly grown tense.
No one else dared speak. The only person who could interrupt at a time like this was Iver.
"In fact, Cardinal Loki."
Iver tapped his chest three times with his right hand and said, "I'm personally involved in this matter—because that Bishop Mercedes died in the cabinet in my room.
"And if Her Highness the Saintess hadn't had other business at the time, she would have been the first person to see her friend's corpse. I would have witnessed it all."
"So what?"
Loki countered.
He looked as calm as ever, as if he had no idea about the Pure White Saintess's Amberization Disease.
Iver raised his eyebrows slightly.
Was this Loki's disguise?
Was he pretending not to know about it so he could clear himself of suspicion? But at that moment, the Pure White Saintess suddenly spoke, saying something that astonished Iver: "Cardinal Loki, Iver knows about that matter."
...Huh?
Iver looked at the Pure White Saintess in surprise.
What did she mean? Loki's expression also shifted slightly.
His brows knitted together as he looked into the Pure White Saintess's eyes. His tone was stern. "You should know that this sort of thing cannot be told to outsiders. Especially not to Short-lived Races."
"I didn't tell him everything, just as I didn't tell him those secrets about you."
The Pure White Saintess looked at Cardinal Loki with equal seriousness. "This matter concerns only me."
"That isn't true. Our affairs concern the Theocracy itself. They affect you, me, and all of us."
"But at the end of the day, this matter is still my own."
The two high-ranking figures of the Theocracy had turned into cryptic speakers, arguing in words outsiders could not understand.
*Yet Iver could