As Benjamin spoke, the surrounding mages gradually grew wary as well. Looking at the spies who had stood up, they began to notice the suspicious aspects about them.
Yet there were still people stubbornly holding on, refusing to confess.
"If that's the case... then let's try using a Holy Light Bomb." One spy forced himself to speak, saying this to the people around him.
"Fine. Please, go ahead."
The atmosphere was extremely tense. The spies exchanged glances, and some even showed reluctance—it was obvious that not everyone had the resolve to shatter their faith under such circumstances.
For mages to use divine arts was an absolute stain upon the doctrine. They had come as mage spies in the hopes of cleansing themselves of their "sins." If they tried divine arts for the sake of spying, would that not make their sins even deeper? From their perspective, it had become a paradox.
Benjamin recited the incantation for Holy Light Bomb and motioned for the spy at the front to begin casting. Yet that spy mage was still hesitating, unable to bring himself to utter the words.
In the end, amid this deadlock, the spy mages were the first to crack and reveal a flaw.
"Damn brat, I'll fight you to the death!"
Clearly, not every spy the Church had sent possessed such exceptional mental fortitude. Benjamin had already activated the Water Element Domain, and when that immense pressure bore down upon their minds, ultimately... one of them failed to hold out.
With an angry roar, the spy mage standing in the back row suddenly cast a spell. Eyes bloodshot, he summoned a string of fireballs and sent them hurtling straight at Benjamin.
At that moment, the surrounding mages wore looks of understanding, while the other spies had expressions that plainly said,