Aps City, Radiance Church, Grand Temple
At this moment, wave after wave of furious roars kept coming from the Archbishop's private prayer room.
Outside the prayer room, two people stood facing each other. The howls within seemed to have nothing to do with them, and everything was quiet.
In truth, their calm was merely an outward appearance. Their hearts were absolutely nothing like the unruffled surface they displayed.
Quite the opposite—their hearts were in violent turmoil.
"Are you afraid?" Priest Senjie raised his head and saw Priest Kennett's body trembling slightly. Thus came the question.
"Hmph, aren't you afraid?" Rather than answering Priest Senjie's question directly, Priest Kennett merely snorted through his nose and threw the question back.
"Afraid? Of course I'm afraid. The Archbishop is losing his temper—how could I possibly not be afraid?" Hearing the counterquestion, Priest Senjie answered with complete frankness.
At this moment, the one throwing a tremendous fit inside was the Archbishop of the Radiance Church, their direct superior.
The ones receiving the Archbishop's boundless fury were several chief deacons from the Inquisition responsible for naval affairs. Priest Jason could imagine with his toes that those fellows, usually so arrogant, must now be hanging their heads in dejection, unable to utter a word of rebuttal.
Yet he could not summon even the slightest feeling of schadenfreude. Once those people came out, he and the man standing opposite him would have to go in.
Although the matter that had enraged the Archbishop should not have had much to do with him, and there had been no mistakes in his work lately, anyone summoned inside at a time like this would have to endure a bout of the Archbishop's foul temper. That was unavoidable.
Rather than laughing at others, it was better to use this time to