Fissman did not continue arguing with Osborn. At his core, he simply no longer cared.
He had once valued these positions greatly, believing they were the weight that gave his life meaning.
But now, he had seen through the mortal world and understood that everything worldly would eventually become dregs in the river of time. Only eternal gods held meaning.
As for preaching... he believed he could do it just as well without that title.
So, arguing with Osborn over such matters was utterly meaningless. It was a waste of life.
After his confinement order was lifted, the first thing Fissman did was go worship the divine.
The great Divine Son of Slaughter was right beside him. How could he possibly remain seated?
According to the Bible, the Fallen Angel had once walked among mortals and encountered several saints.
But that time spent walking in the mortal world had been brief. In the end, the Fallen Angel had returned to the divine kingdom.
Thus, the opportunities of mortals were also fleeting.
Seize one, and you became a saint. Otherwise, you were merely an unnamed passerby.
Now that he possessed the qualifications to become a saint, all that remained was to work toward that goal.
Upon learning of Fissman's intentions, Osborn immediately tried to dissuade him. "General Fissman, going to the Scale Clan's territory now is not a wise choice.
"Her Highness Gwen may allow you to redeem yourself, but the Scale Clan certainly will not.
"If you cause more trouble there, it will only worsen Her Highness Gwen's impression of you."
Osborn was sincerely considering Fissman's interests.
Of course, it was not out of pure goodwill.
Fissman was an important link between the Mixed-Blood Scalekin and Gwen.
It would be far too regrettable if that link simply vanished.
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