"Malcolm!"
"You despicable noble!"
"I knew I couldn't trust your promise!!!"
The Thorn Bishop's roar was sorrowful, filled with raging anger and a melancholic grievance that could break the listener's heart, like a man who almost caught his wife leaving with a yellow-haired scoundrel.
It was utterly pitiful and miserable.
The Thorn Bishop was furious!
I was truly foolish.
Truly.
How could I have believed the nonsense of this damned noble, truly thinking he wouldn't secretly come to poach my people.
Damn it, are you trying to undermine me?
His robust figure completely hid Herbert behind him, shielding him like a protective parent from the greedy eyes of his rival.
"Hah, you do come quickly..."
The Rusted Nail Bishop, seeing his colleague appear, knew that nothing could be accomplished today and coldly snorted, saying, "You shouldn't cause such a scene here."
"I'm causing a scene, am I?"
