"Oh, thank you. What a huge mosquito!"
Dunke did not even need Kallen to provide an Amplification Spell Art. He conjured one for himself.
Kallen lightly flicked his wrist. His palm hurt a little.
He had not held back with that slap. He had truly intended to send the man flying. An ordinary person would have landed five or six meters away by now, but this acting Chief Bishop before him merely looked as though he had been slapped.
He was very strong.
It was actually difficult to establish a clear standard for ranking clerics by their fighting ability. Kallen had previously used Alfred as a benchmark for inquisitors, but that method had later become somewhat distorted because of his grandfather, who was an inquisitor...
Now he had another way to judge them. Anyone who could take a slap from him without budging definitely had strength that could not be underestimated.
Dunke reached up and touched his split lip. Looking down at the blood on his fingertips, he continued:
"My wife looked at your photograph and said that if my younger self had stood beside you, she probably would have had eyes only for you. Heh."
Kallen said, "Actually, I'm very curious. Why do you still dare stand so close to me?"
"Mostly because I was initially considering a possibility. If I came close and subdued you, these garrison knights probably wouldn't make any further moves, would they?"
"I don't know whether I could beat you, but I don't think you could subdue me."
"You're very confident?"
"Not long ago, I killed an assassin. You should know about that."
"Yes, I do. But how would I know without trying?"
"You could simply try it. Perhaps these garrison knights won't obey my orders to attack. They were only dispatched here for