The Joint Councilors' expressions shifted slightly. Gwen had met with Fissman last night?
Despite the layers of security in their own home, the two had still managed to hold a secret conversation without anyone noticing. It was truly terrifying.
Evolvers possessed all manner of strange abilities, but someone who could pass through layer upon layer of protection and speak with Fissman for half a day without being detected was still far too shocking.
Of course, they believed Gwen was no ordinary evolver.
So even after hearing that, none of them voiced any doubts.
"Your Highness Gwen, if you require it, we can release Fissman immediately... after all, he has not broken the law," Joint Councilor Osborn said.
Gwen smiled, maintaining proper etiquette as she said, "The Lord is willing to redeem all sinners, provided they recognize their mistakes and make amends for them.
"As for the laws of the mortal world, the Lord does not interfere."
The Joint Councilors perked up. This was what they had wanted to hear.
Osborn exchanged looks with the others before speaking again. "Your Highness Gwen, please forgive our ignorance. I have heard that the divine name of Fallen Angel has been passed down in distant civilizations. May I ask whether it refers to the same revered god you represent?"
Within the current sphere of civilizations, no faith had ever spanned such vast stretches of starry space.
When intelligent life could not travel freely through the universe at will, any existence capable of appearing anywhere in the universe deserved respect.
As the upper echelon of the Mixed-Blood Scalekin, they might be stubborn and arrogant, but they absolutely knew what mattered.
When facing unknown power, humility was essential.
At most, they would lose a little face. Sometimes face was worth a great deal; sometimes it was