"You're saying that the Church's Red-Robed Archbishop was a high-level mage? That he was forced into suicide by you? Are you sure he wasn't some beginner mage, or perhaps an intermediate mage?"
After hearing King Carlfer's account, First Prince Eric immediately revealed a look of astonishment.
That astonishment clearly carried a trace of disbelief.
What was a high-level mage?
They were the backbone of the Sacred Continent, equivalent to peak Silver Knights here on Glory Continent.
One could count Glory Continent's Gold Knights on both hands, so peak Silver Knights were still immensely valuable.
Though that value meant jack shit in front of Nalant, any one of them would otherwise be a capable right-hand man under a great noble.
Thus, hearing that a high-level mage had been driven to suicide by a mere handful of earls from the Onyx Principality, First Prince Eric naturally found it hard to believe.
"Your Highness Eric, that Red-Robed Archbishop personally said he was a high-level mage!" Although Eric's slight skepticism made him rather unhappy, King Carlfer still nodded truthfully.
"Fine!" First Prince Eric reluctantly responded, yet he still felt that the Red-Robed Archbishop had likely exaggerated his strength.
At this point, Nalant could not quite stand it anymore and added from behind, "Your Highness, we don't know whether that Red-Robed Archbishop's strength was real or not. But could you tell us what that final red glow was?"
Nalant knew very well that the Red-Robed Archbishop was undoubtedly a high-level mage.
But there was no need to show off before First Prince Eric now. In fact, it was better if he thought the Archbishop's strength was fake.
After all, Nalant had already instructed the earls not to reveal anything about him if possible.
What he most wanted to know now was exactly what effect that