"Name?"
"Herbert Albert."
"Age?"
"Eighteen... Are you suspecting me?"
"Hmm."
Herbert looked at the expressionless Cardinal in front of him, his mouth twitching slightly.
What on earth is going on here?
Looking at the rusty rivets piercing through the Rusted Nail Bishop, he wasn't sure whether to say this man was avant-garde or a bit unorthodox.
But in any case... You're quite rock 'n' roll!
However, shouldn't you sterilize and pay a bit of attention to hygiene?
Those nails look like they're all rusted!
Thinking of these wild thoughts, Herbert maintained a calm appearance on the surface—at least it looked like he was "putting on a brave front."
Herbert hadn't met this Cardinal before, but he could still match him with someone in his mind.
Rusted Nail Bishop, leader of the Mist Knight Order, a legendary paladin known for his coldness and cruelty.
Why is he looking for me?
And not even notifying through the proper process, but directly capturing.
