Near the temple exit, Allen, who had just finished offering flowers, was caught up by the ambassadors. The voices around him grew louder and louder, disturbing Anka so much that she flew off Allen's shoulder, where she had just landed, and up to the perch on the ceiling that had originally been prepared for ravens.
"Bulgaria has a few profit-maddened scum who will be punished... Headmaster Harris, give us a chance to make amends..." The Bulgarian wizard Hristo Stoichkov was the most anxious. He was the first to reach Allen's side, hurriedly selling out his own Minister and expressing his country's apologies.
But before Allen could respond, Stoichkov was shoved aside by Spanish Minister of Magic Javier Luna, whose fleshy, bulbous nose had flushed red with excitement. "Headmaster Harris, I brought quite a number of the finest Sherries from our country's collection this time, as well as Iberian Ham... I wonder if I might have the honor of tasting them with you... Let us speak privately."
"Powerful Headmaster Harris, I hope the United Kingdom can seek justice for our deceased High Priestess... Those Dark Wizards cannot be allowed to get away with this so easily..." India's bearded Auror Akshay cried angrily, deliberately blocking Goebbels, who was limping over in a rush.
"It is truly regrettable that something like this happened. We were framed in the matter of the dueling arena. Someone is trying to set Germany up..." Goebbels craned his neck anxiously, unable to squeeze in, and simply defended himself loudly.
"Everyone, the temple is no place to discuss such worldly matters or make a loud racket." Hearing the commotion, Katie hurried over. Her hands were clasped in front of her, and after serving as the temple's High Priestess for some time, this kindly woman had acquired a measure