The silver-haired man slowly turned his head toward the general, his sharp eyes narrowing.
"General Blair," he said coldly, "something must have happened. That's the only explanation. But let me say again what I said before—do not interfere with the affairs of the Holy Knights. You people only know how to use guns, but most demons can kill a man with a gun before he even pulls the trigger."
As he spoke, his eyes gleamed gold, and a wave of divine aura surged from his body, causing the air in the room to tremble slightly.
General Blair immediately looked down, his expression respectful despite the sweat on his forehead."Yes, Sir Leslie. Don't worry—we're only concerned with civilian safety."
Leslie gave him a long, hard look before turning his gaze toward a man dressed in holy armor.
"Priest," he commanded, "send the knights to purge the stray demons. They're starting to lose control and are manipulating civilians again."
