Carter Slade's anger flared at being rebuked by acquaintances from the Church and called a puppet of the devil. His fury was not aimed at those acquaintances, but at the true culprit—Russell.
"Don't be fooled by him! He isn't some messenger of God. He's a Fallen Angel. A six-winged one!" Carter roared. Hellfire boiled across his body, blazing violently.
He had seen the Fallen Angel spread six black wings and steal the San Venganza Contract he had guarded for years. How could that be false?
If they did not believe him, his horse could testify for him!
The horse: "Neighhh~~~"
"Utter nonsense! You devil's lackey, accusing the innocent first!"
The clergymen glared furiously. What Fallen Angel? Where was this Fallen Angel? It was all slander.
They had personally witnessed Russell communicating with Heaven, spreading sacred six wings behind him, and performing miracles to proclaim the Lord's might. How could that be false?
"Carter, there's no use saying any of that. They've been bewitched by the devil and lost their senses. They won't believe a word you say."
Johnny stood united with Carter. He had personally seen Russell arm in arm with Mephisto, who had called him the Lord of the Dark Dimension. How could that be false?
"Insolent! You sinners who blaspheme Heaven are the truly heinous ones!"
"Idiots! You bunch of Silly Birds, pointing at a Fallen Angel and calling him your faith—what right do you have to call me a sinner?"
"FU%^&*~%?...,#*'&℃$?(///￣皿￣)σ"
"Son of &*~%?(╬￣皿￣)凸"
"..."
As they argued, the whole group began shouting at one another. Carter truly deserved to be called an old ghost who had lived for many years. He could curse at ten people by himself, verbally tearing the Church's White-Bearded Old Men to pieces until their faces twisted and their eyes bulged, as