Chapter 84

The visitor lowered her hood, revealing a strikingly beautiful face. Her long pink hair was tied into a single braid that hung in front of her chest. Despite the gentle and beautiful color of her hair, it did not add much to her softness, for her face, which was both delicate and beautiful, showed no trace of gentleness or a smile, only stern determination and coldness.

She took a step forward, her voice cold and smooth, neither hurried nor slow, devoid of any emotion, giving the impression of extreme rationality: "Prince Sigma lacks sincerity; his words have always been evasive and empty. However, I believe the main responsibility lies with you. You have never shown your sincerity, not outside the city, nor during the welcoming ceremony."

The bishop's old face turned slightly red at the direct criticism, but he did not become angry or upset. On one hand, it was due to the upright nature of a holy man, and on the other, he was long accustomed to the straightforwardness of the holy knight before him. She was neither arrogant nor harsh; she was a born holy knight, closer to the essence of the Holy Light than anyone else.

The female knight continued, "At this point, the only way is to make Prince Sigma feel our true sincerity. To be frank, his impression of you is already quite poor. To rebuild a sincere and trusting relationship under these circumstances, I must take the lead. After all, our positions are similar, and we are of similar age, so communication should not be too difficult. First, I must become his friend, and then I can naturally confirm the state of the angel..."

... Become friends? I feel like you'll be swallowed whole by that kind of guy.

The bishop felt a headache. The Father is fair; there are no perfect people in this world. Those with exceptional talent in one area inevitably have corresponding weaknesses. The holy knight before him had an unimaginable understanding and affinity for the Holy Light, but she also had significant personality flaws. Those in the Church who knew about this had no solution and could only hope that her character would gradually improve through experience and travel. But she was far from being able to handle things on her own, let alone deal with a guy like Sigma, who seemed untrustworthy and had a questionable reputation, suspected of being a demon.

He thought for a moment and smiled, "Let's put that aside for now. Jilie, I saw you ate quite a bit at the banquet. Is your body holding up?"

The holy knight, upon hearing this, placed her hand on her flat stomach and hesitated, "I feel fine."

Jilie Claire, the name of the holy knight.

The bishop pointed to the sofa opposite him, and Jilie did not hesitate, sitting down gracefully. Bishop Harry looked at her and asked kindly, "Before we make a decision, I need to know something. What is your opinion of Prince Sigma?"

Jilie thought for a moment and said solemnly, "He is smarter than me, but not as strong. He seems to be a smooth talker, but beneath that frivolous facade lies a soul with a firm will. He is flexible in his actions but never changes his principles. He will stick to his beliefs and use any means he deems necessary to achieve his goals. If he becomes your enemy, he will be very difficult to deal with, especially when he grows into a legendary powerhouse with overwhelming strength and the formidable influence of ruling the entire Death Nation... It's no wonder the masters of the Death Nation chose him; it was a very wise decision."

Master Harry listened intently and sighed deeply, "All the elders say you see through people the best. I believe your judgment."

Jilie nodded faintly, "Thank you for the compliment. In fact, I have not spent much time with Prince Sigma, and these conclusions are mostly based on intuition and speculation. For a more accurate judgment, more detailed interaction and investigation are needed..."

"Jilie..." Bishop Harry couldn't help but ask, "You can see through people's hearts, but why is your own character so..."

"Sorry! I have disappointed you!" Jilie's face showed pain and guilt, and she said solemnly, "Teaching such an incompetent person like me must have caused you a lot of trouble. Please, hit me to vent your anger."

"…That won't be necessary. You need to learn to change yourself."

The holy knight still looked very guilty and asked, "What about my proposal? It seems that the only way forward is for me to re-engage with Prince Sigma..."

"No, your task is just to observe, listen, and think. The situation has not reached a point where you need to intervene. Besides, I have a feeling that if you interact with Sigma, something bad might happen..." The bishop thought for a moment and smiled, "Moreover, this little brat is issuing a challenge to me. It's been a long time since I've had a good game. Whether I win or lose, I must accept the challenge..."

He looked at Jilie, who was about to speak, and smiled, "I believe the Father is fair, and our Church's rising star will not be inferior to anyone. There are no flawless geniuses in this world. The Father gives as much as He takes. The more brilliant Sigma appears, the more fatal his weaknesses must be. As long as we grasp these weaknesses, hmm..."

The old but vigorous bishop smiled wisely.

He did not notice that the female holy knight, who had a calm expression, slightly averted her gaze, looking a bit guilty...

That night, many people were destined to be sleepless.

Sigma was busy trying to calm Athena.

The necromancers drafted by Sigma for the external affairs department were also unusually sleepless. These usually stoic faces were a bit excited because, during the internal meeting, Sigma, the first troublemaker of Atlas, had declared that they would unite against the Church, those big-headed, arrogant bastards. There was no way around it; Sigma's years of mischief and troublemaking had left the necromancers puzzled. Was it really that satisfying to seek revenge on society? These curious necromancers wanted to take this opportunity to explore the inner world of the troublemaker Sigma.

The people of the Church were also sleepless.

The luxurious feast at the necromancer cafeteria had left them all with diarrhea. To make matters worse, the bizarre and avant-garde "blood basin" toilets in the restroom made them even more anxious. The realistic design of the toilets made these kind-hearted holy men feel like they were defecating into the mouths of various fierce beasts, always fearing that the toilet would come to life and bite them. The ghostly and ominous room decor also made them extremely uneasy—thinking about staying at the unfriendly necromancer academy for many days, even the most determined holy men felt a chill.

The legends were also awake.

King Soren was listening to the intelligence department's report.

The shadow in the darkness bowed slightly, "My lord, with Bishop Harry leading the Church's delegation and Prince Sigma handling the matter, it will clearly turn into a meaningless farce..."

The legendary powerhouse of the Death Nation gazed at the moonlight outside the window and smiled wickedly, "The bigger the commotion, the better. If it doesn't get big, how will those untrustworthy scoundrels reveal their true colors?"

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