Chapter 79

Outside the city, tensions were almost at a boiling point.

The Necromancer recognized the Druid because both viewed each other as guardians of the great cycle of life, and they respected each other's philosophies. However, there was nothing to talk about between the Necromancer and the Clerics, as the ethereal silence of death could not accommodate the scorching sunlight.

The Clerics were stubborn and had already made their stance clear: if an angel was unjustly humiliated in the Kingdom of Death, they would not let it go, even if the perpetrator was the heir to the Kingdom of Death.

Sigma was also provoked. He was a young man full of vigor, not knowing the art of compromise and retreat. Moreover, the other party was being unreasonable and obstinate, and this was his own territory. If he bowed his head obediently, where would he put his face?

Anger intertwined in Sigma's heart. Looking at the other party's righteous and hate-filled expression, he was so angry that he itched to knock them all to the ground immediately. This was the Necromancers' stronghold, and the Necromancers were not too fond of the Church. In a conflict here, the Clerics would undoubtedly lose, and Sigma could vent his anger thoroughly. But then what?

He also recalled what Sargeras had casually mentioned before—that no matter what trouble Sigma caused, the Academy would clean up after him, but he had to learn from every impulse and choice. Was this impulsive? Fighting with the Clerics without a word might trigger a large-scale battle, and lives would be lost. Ultimately, this was due to the Clerics' unreasonable behavior and his own youthful impetuosity. In fact, the best way to resolve the issue peacefully was to give them a step down and then take them to see Athena. After all, the angel was now in a state of holy light, and they wouldn't be able to detect anything.

But could he bow his head? He hadn't done anything wrong, and it was the other party who had a bad attitude. Moreover, this was his own stronghold. Bowing his head would mean losing face, not just for himself but for the entire Academy. After all, he was a genius watched by everyone, a future leader with great expectations. Bowing to the Clerics over this matter, what would that make him?

But if this led to unnecessary conflict and bloodshed, causing friction between Atlas and the Church...

Weighing the pros and cons, perhaps this was the situation Sigma was in now. It was easy to talk about decisiveness, but hard to practice. When one had attachments, the difficulty of being decisive increased exponentially. Whatever decision one made, one had to bear the consequences... Sargeras, is this your test for me?

In any case, I'll leave this matter to you to handle.

He couldn't help but think of what Sargeras had told him.

As a future leader, whatever you do is right, even if it's wrong. But you must bear the consequences of every action alone. You must be aware of your power and status and the influence they bring.

In other words, am I supposed to handle this matter in my own way?

Weighing the pros and cons was not Sigma's style, and being impulsive and irritable was also not appropriate...

Sigma looked at the Grand Red Robe of the Holy Domain, who had a faint sneer in his eyes. Indeed, this old man had calculated that I would hesitate, so he came with a preemptive strike. He did this on purpose.

Sigma returned a meaningful sneer.

Bow my head or be impulsive? Sorry, I choose the third path, to solve this problem in my own way.

I am... a troublemaker.

He forced a smile, "You have traveled far and must be very tired, but official business must be attended to. Please go to the Academy's External Affairs Department to..."

The Grand Red Robe of the Holy Domain thought Sigma was trying to delay, finding the seed of the Necromancers to be nothing special—cowardly and hesitant, truly disappointing. He was naturally irritable and direct and didn't want to give Sigma a step down. He interrupted harshly, "We are not tired at all. We traveled a thousand miles to see the angel. Please introduce us immediately. The Kingdom of Death is filled with negative energy, and we are very concerned about the angel's health."

"Only to see the angel?" Sigma feigned surprise. "Aren't you here for a friendly visit?"

"Don't beat around the bush. We both know that this trip is only to confirm the angel's safety. If the angel is being detained by you, we will take her back to the Holy City and contact Heaven's Mountain to return her. Prince Sigma, your hesitation suggests that you have something to hide," the Grand Red Robe said aggressively, his tone becoming more and more stern.

"Is that so?" Sigma turned to the Necromancers. "The Grand Red Robe leading the group says their purpose is only to confirm the angel's safety. I didn't hear wrong, did I?"

The Necromancers all nodded.

Sigma turned back and said sternly, "I heard that the Church sent a friendly delegation for exchange and observation. Who are you, who are only here for the angel? Since you are not a diplomatic delegation with normal purposes, I, as the Chief Student of Atlas, order the arrest of all unidentified individuals! Secretary, record this. The Grand Red Robe of the Holy Domain has declared that this trip is not official business but a private matter. According to the laws of the Kingdom of Death, anyone who enters with suspicious intentions will be arrested. If they resist, they will be killed on the spot!"

The Grand Red Robe was so angry that his beard trembled. He pointed at Sigma and said, "Don't give me that!"

Sigma ignored him and turned to the Grand Master of the Holy Domain on his side, shouting, "The King of Darkness has authorized me to handle this matter. I order you to immediately gather the Ebony Knights and arrest the intruders!"

After speaking, he was a bit anxious. After all, the Grand Master was a well-known figure, and being commanded by a junior in such a high-handed manner, would he sabotage him? If the other party refused to cooperate, it would be a big problem.

Unexpectedly, the Necromancer Master looked at him with a smile and nodded. "This is what a leader of the Kingdom of Death should be like."

He took out a communication scroll from his magic bag, opened it neatly, and infused it with magic. A dense elemental fluctuation spread out. As soon as this scroll was activated, the Ebony Knights responsible for city defense would immediately mobilize a combat unit and rush over in an instant. A mere dozen or so Clerics would be crushed in one charge.

The Grand Red Robe's face turned red, not expecting to be hit back by this young man.

Sigma looked at him and suddenly smiled, turning to the Necromancer serving as the secretary and giving him some instructions, deliberately letting the other party hear: "Draft a letter later and send it to the Holy City, Siman. Say that a group of fraudsters pretending to be a Church delegation, who were eyeing the angel, have been exposed and arrested. Ask the Church what to do with these criminals—should we execute them on the spot or let them take them away for interrogation?"

This was the last straw.

The Grand Red Robe made a quick decision. "We are the delegation. I have a personal letter from His Holiness the Pope. I have also met King Soren in the past. These can prove our identity. We will enter the city and follow the rules of exchange and visitation."

Sigma looked at the bishop meaningfully and smiled. "Then let's not waste any more time. Please."

He moved aside, walked to the side of the road, and made way for the city. The Grand Master responsible for reception extended his hand expressionlessly, indicating that the Clerics could enter the city. Walking next to Sigma, the Grand Red Robe couldn't help but jab, "Didn't you say you would handle this matter yourself? Why not welcome us personally, but instead trouble this Master?"

Sigma still smiled politely. "I heard that the Clerics of the Church dare to speak the truth and are not afraid of it. I won't hide anything from you. You know, I am the future leader of the Kingdom of Death. With your status, how could you be worthy of my welcome?"

"Good, good." The Grand Red Robe did not fly into a rage but looked deeply at Sigma twice and then ignored him, being escorted into the city by the Clerics.

Sigma watched the Clerics slowly enter the city and sneered silently.

To dare to act recklessly on my territory, you are courting disaster. If I don't give you a lesson you'll never forget, you won't know what the word 'troublemaker' means.

At that moment, in the ranks of the Clerics, a person in a white cloak turned and looked at Sigma from a distance.

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