"As you wish."
The old man gave a casual nod to the bishop's question, as though they were discussing some everyday triviality.
"Then I shall call you Count Wayne."
"After all, now that you've plotted against the Dawn Knight Order and the Shadow Church, it would hardly be appropriate for me to keep calling you Your Majesty."
As the bishop spoke, something suddenly occurred to him, and he sighed again.
"Before I saw you, I was angry and confused."
"Angry at your betrayal."
"Confused by your failure."
"But I never expected that seeing you would make everything clear. Although you led the church's clergy in ambushing the Shadow Church, they must have left you with wounds that never healed, didn't they?"
"Those wounds not only ruined your plan to assume a new identity and sweep across the world, but also forced you to fake your death and cling to life, leaving someone else to reap the rewards..."
"Honestly, seeing you like this, all I have left is pity."
Pity appeared in the bishop's eyes as he spoke.
"Yes, unexpected things always happen."
"I devised the 'God' plan, and it succeeded, but in the end, I wasn't the one who benefited."
"All these years, whenever I think of it, I feel like such a fool. Foolish enough to trust someone else. Wouldn't you agree, my student?"
The First Count Wayne smiled.
"Yes."
"It was all thanks to your excellent teaching."
The bishop nodded.
Then silence fell.
One hovered high in the sky, the other floated below, staring at each other. Blazing sunlight poured down, its glare making the distant spectators squint.
In the instant they squinted, the First Count Wayne vanished.
Instinctively, everyone raised their heads and looked skyward.
A figure appeared behind the bishop.
Silently, a longsword shrouded in white,