80 Resigns!

"Come meet the Underking, Belinda."

A small appendage extended from Jin-306's massive body, clutching a champagne flute filled with shimmering golden liquor.

He had no need to drink Barbarus's cursed concoctions.

The Grand Sage calmly watched Belinda, who was hiding among the crowd. She gave an embarrassed smile, but her feet did not move an inch toward him.

"Father~ Today, I might not be in the right condition—"

"Impossible."

Jin said, "You're the best of them. I'm not that madman Kirkland. It's time you took over some of my work."

Others at the banquet heard him. Some Cult of the Underworld archdeacon from an unknown sector whistled at him.

Jin knew he agreed with the statement that Kirkland was a madman.

Compared to yesterday, they were now holding a banquet in a magnificently decorated hall. The Cult of the Underworld did not have many places suitable for entertainment, so the archbishop had rented one of The Ecclesiarchy's ceremonial halls.

As a result, the atmosphere bore no resemblance to the Cult of the Underworld's usual ascetic and oppressive style—though the people themselves were clearly not that sort either.

Instead, everything gleamed with gold, layered details adorning the vaulted ceiling before descending alongside silk draped over carved Angel statues.

Today's guests were far more varied than the sparse crowd at yesterday's opening ceremony: esteemed believers, Soulless, Space Marines, Tech-priests, wandering merchants, Astra Militarum officers, speculators, swindlers, gamblers...

Jin stared resolutely at Belinda, points of light pulsing calmly across his display.

At last, the female Magos released the innocent Soulless she had somehow grabbed in a bear hug and slowly made her way toward Jin.

"You said I was supposed to take over for you."

Belinda spoke with a grin.

"You taught me everything and handed over all your connections—but—you never mentioned the