"Why do you say that, Baron Nalant?" Seeing Nalant being so solemn, the king and Bernard were both curious, while the red-robed archbishop frowned.
"Because the church worships Dark Creatures. What they want is for Dark Creatures to descend upon Glory Continent and turn this place into an abyss of hell!"
"W-what? Worship Dark Creatures? Baron Nalant, don't joke around. Those things are brimming with misfortune—people can't run away fast enough when they see them. Who would worship them?"
The king and the counts were dumbfounded.
This was truly earth-shattering.
One count wondered whether he had misheard and stammered out a question.
"Count Bulik, I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, ask this red-robed archbishop!" A smile tugged at Nalant's lips as he looked toward the red-robed archbishop.
The red-robed archbishop merely frowned at Nalant.
"Could it be true?" Seeing the red-robed archbishop's expression, everyone knew Nalant was not lying. Otherwise, the red-robed archbishop would have leaped up and refuted him long ago.
"Who exactly are you? How do you know?"
Now that Nalant had exposed the church's secret, the red-robed archbishop had no mood to keep pretending. Instead, he became even more puzzled by Nalant's origins.
"Sir, I come from Storm Territory in Tulip Territory, and I am a baron lord! As for why I know, there are no walls without cracks!" Nalant lifted his chin, unconcerned with whether the man understood the saying.
"You're courting death!" The red-robed archbishop flew into a rage.
Yet Nalant remained exceptionally calm. The king and the counts were all Gold Knights—could they really not stand up to this man?
"Flame Tornado!"
But in the next moment, Nalant was dumbstruck.
Without another word, the red-robed archbishop instantly flung out a scroll.
The moment the scroll hit the ground, it erupted with an