The Heroic Spirit was a glowing humanoid figure, its emotions impossible to read. But it was treated with respect wherever it went, so its anger at being threatened was easy to imagine.
"Mortal, you dare threaten a Heroic Spirit..."
Annan turned his head. "Colette, who outranks whom, a Holy Son or a Heroic Spirit?"
"A Holy Son acts on behalf of a god in the Mortal World and carries out his will. A Heroic Spirit is a god's messenger and also carries out his will."
"So they're equal?"
"Of course not. A Holy Son oversees the entire Church. He is the person the god trusts most, and when he returns to the Divine Kingdom one day, he will at the very least serve among the god's Personal Guards."
"Oh~ So I have the authority to order a Heroic Spirit around?"
Annan and Colette traded questions and answers in perfect rhythm.
The Heroic Spirit almost fell for it. He sneered. "You're the Holy Son of the Wealth Church. You think you can order around a Heroic Spirit of the Order Church?"
"Exactly. So why are you trying to order me around?"
The Heroic Spirit had no answer. He stood frozen for a long moment before grinding out, "A Heroic Spirit never yields to threats!"
Annan gave no sign of agreement or disagreement. He called toward the door, "Someone, come in."
The moment Luoxi entered, he spotted the Heroic Spirit and bellowed, "What the hell is that thing!?"
"You're the thing!"
"Luoxi, I have a task for you. Take a few people to the City Tavern and spread..." Annan glanced sideways at the Heroic Spirit. What a shame his talent couldn't sense the emotions of beings that weren't flesh and blood. "The story of how Grand Knight Ewald of the Order Church