“I ask you! Did you obtain that sinister knowledge from a demon?”
The Radiant Saint's sudden declaration of war.
The priests in the hall swallowed dryly at that declaration.
The denomination could be shaken by a single answer to this question.
It was a situation in which the nightmare of the Thirteenth-Month Tower might be recreated here.
At that moment, when the tension had been pulled taut to its limit,
the Black Saint finally opened his mouth.
With a faint, derisive laugh.
“Not a single scrap of the knowledge I possess was taught to me by a demon. Nor will that ever be the case.”
Fwoosh—...
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