Golden light flashed and vanished. The bishop stopped attacking, stepped back, and looked at Edward.
A blonde woman in an antique court dress turned from illusory to solid. Her pale face betrayed no expression, but only she knew how frustrated she felt. Despite being one Sequence above this towering priest, she had been forced onto the defensive throughout the fight.
This time, she had truly experienced how unpleasant it was to face an enemy whose abilities countered her own.
Seeing that neither of them was injured, Edward breathed a sigh of relief and explained under Sharron's puzzled gaze:
"Miss Sharron, it's me... Bravehearts Bar, Reinette Tinekerr."
Hearing her teacher's name, Sharron immediately understood. She gestured at Maric, who had hurried back.
"Maric, he's the one we're looking for."
"??"
The instant he recognized Maric, Edward more or less guessed what had happened.
He had previously approached Sharron and Maric in Emlyn's appearance, and the two were now clearly here for Emlyn. The reason was not hard to guess.
They had not been "kidnapping" him, but "rescuing" him.
What a mix-up.
"So you've been using my face out there all this time?"
Inside the church, everyone sat together after clearing up the misunderstanding. Emlyn pointed at Edward in shock. "You... you haven't ruined my reputation, have you?"
"You're a vampire who plays with figurines. What reputation do you have to ruin?"
"I'm a Sanguine!"
Emlyn's face immediately flushed crimson. He muttered through gritted teeth, "Those are art, embodiments of beauty, countless times purer than filthy creatures like you..."
Then he glared angrily at Maric. "And you! You came three times, and I told you three times that you had the wrong person. Why did you insist I was being forced against my will? I would have been free in just another