"Stop playing around. You lot who are about to die have already found release anyway, but those of us who still have to live a while longer have plenty left to do."
The High Priest had originally thought these "esteemed knights" would behave themselves around Kallen, but Xiguman's use of the God of Order like a lightning python had frightened him.
It had revived his long-dead memories of the previous era and made him realize that these fellows were still the same. Even after an entire era of torturous imprisonment under a seal, their dispositions and tempers had not changed. It was infuriating, and at the same time, endearing.
Milogar, however, had no intention of giving up. He continued, "Helping the young people in the church advance is precisely the duty and responsibility of us elders."
Leftina's gaze traveled between the High Priest and Milogar. Clearly, she too had noticed something amiss.
But she could not say exactly what was wrong.
Even with the Holy Light Knight's wisdom, she could not imagine that one day, this group of theirs would pass the "God of Order" around like a child... no, like a little toy.
"Milogar..."
The High Priest lowered his voice.
Both Milogar and Leftina shuddered inwardly. Their group feared Tyranus. Quite a few of them had challenged his position when they first joined, but Tyranus had ultimately put them all in their place.
Time and again, his actions had told everyone that he, Tyranus, would always be the most special one at the God of Order's side.
Yet Milogar was clearly unwilling to miss this chance to solve the mystery. He opened his palm, and a moment later, a ring of light appeared beneath Kallen's feet.
Using divine power to mark out a person could not have been simpler.