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Toran sat cross-legged on a wool felt mat.
To his left lay a sheathed longsword.
To his right lay a flintlock.
The newly appointed High Priest was still recalling the moment the South Los Medium had cut Imora the Devourer in two with a single stroke.
Before that, the High Priest had always doubted that the South Los Medium was a "friend" of His Eminence.
But from that moment on, he no longer had any doubts.
After all, it was only natural for a Medium capable of "slaying a deity" to have a "friend" like His Eminence.
And so he had absolute faith in Grindelwald's message telling him to wait here.
The entire Inner River Church had not dispersed and withdrawn like those river pirates of the Red Knights.
Instead, they were all waiting here.
First, they could not break up into small groups like the Red Knights.
Second, their fellow congregants in Pult Harbor had truly exposed themselves this time. Even if they had done so out of devotion to His Eminence, returning just like that would surely mean death.
Third...
And most importantly!
His Eminence was in the river not far away!
So, after receiving Grindelwald's message to wait, Toran had stayed right here without the slightest hesitation.
His devout heart left the High Priest without a single doubt.
As for the longsword and flintlock beside him?
Those were precautions.
Bloodshed and sacrifice could happen at any time.
Especially when facing the Marquis of Einhaas, who was rumored to be extremely rigid.
But-
For His Eminence, I would gladly give everything!
As Toran thought this, a sudden noise came from behind him.
Instinctively, our High Priest grabbed the flintlock and aimed behind him.
Arthur, appearing as his alter ego Grindelwald, looked exasperated. He picked up the walking