Lin En admitted his identity outright.
His gaze was utterly sincere, without the slightest hint of a lie.
But the moment he said it, Mogans and Nero, who had been kneeling there all along, shuddered violently. Cold sweat pattered onto the floor before them, their already lowered heads dipped even farther, and even the hands braced against the floor began to tremble.
"D-Divine Chosen, please don't joke like that. You're giving us far too much credit! Even if Archbishop Ophiel is a Great Demon, you... you couldn't possibly be one!"
At that moment, they truly wished they could slap themselves hard across the face.
Their hearts were bleeding.
If this incident had never happened, the contributions they had made while arresting Tyrael yesterday, along with the fact that the Divine Chosen had already assigned them such an important mission, would have given them ample time and opportunity to earn his trust and become people he relied upon.
But now, one misstep had become a lifelong regret.
In politics, a single misjudgment in choosing sides could destroy your entire political career in an instant, leaving you no chance of ever recovering.
Lin En glanced sideways at them and said:
"Why couldn't I be? After all, weren't you trying to see how I'd react? Now that I've admitted it, shouldn't you arrest me immediately and set the record straight?"
Mogans and Nero lay prostrate there, trembling.
"W-We wouldn't dare, Divine Chosen. P-Please punish us!"
Lin En smiled and leaned back in the Seat of Honor.
"Punish you? I couldn't possibly do that. One of you is the Vice President of the Exorcist Association, and the other is the Grand Commander in charge of the Demon Suppression Corps. You're both prominent figures in Clockwork City, while I'm merely a believer. I don't have