"Alright, alright, ha! So you refuse to repent, huh? Just you wait and see what misfortune befalls you."
Wayne snorted twice. He had said he wasn't, but they refused to believe him. He knew better than anyone whether he was the Saint Heir or not.
Absolutely impossible!
If he went to Heaven and turned out to be the Saint Heir, then that would be a joke!
"The matter of the Saint Heir is of great importance, and not something I can impersonate willy-nilly. I can't bear this responsibility, neither can the two of you. Someone has to stay and look for the Saint Heir."
Wayne looked around and pointed at Auga, saying: "Endure this a bit, you'll stay."
"Well... this..."
Auga looked surprised, awkwardly saying: "Archangel, I'm just a Seraph, is it appropriate?"
"Whether it's appropriate or not, it has to be. These two fools are already useless. You're different, you haven't known me for that long, so there's still hope for you."
