More than half an hour later, in the meeting hall of the Arcane Academy.
"We pay our respects to you, Divine Chosen."
The vice president of the Exorcist Association and the Grand Commander of the Demon Suppression Corps knelt on one knee, offering Lin En the highest formal salute of the Human Race.
Through Ophiel's introductions, Lin En also learned their names.
The white-haired old man on the left, with a prominent scar on his face, was named Morgans. He was the current vice president of the Exorcist Association, a grand magus possessing six full-Sequence units of origin substance, and one of the association's true power holders.
The other man was clearly much younger. Although his appearance was ordinary, he exuded the fierce aura unique to those who strengthened their bodies. His gaze was sharp, and simply standing there, the presence he had forged through mountains of corpses and seas of blood kept anyone from daring to approach.
His name was Nero, and he was the youngest leader the Demon Suppression Corps currently had.
"Rise."
Smiling, Lin En waved a hand at them.
"You're not members of the Church. There's no need for such grand formalities with me. Just relax."
They nodded and rose, subtly studying this Divine Chosen whom Ophiel had suddenly told them about.
Although they had learned of his existence the day before, facing him at such close range still sent waves of awe and astonishment through their hearts.
Something stirred in Morgans's heart, and he secretly sent a telepathic message to Ophiel, who stood nearby.
"Archbishop, are you certain this young man is the Divine Chosen you spoke of? Forgive my presumption, but he really does look... far too young."
Ophiel remained composed. She glanced at him and replied telepathically:
"Do not let appearances constrain your