Theodore couldn't answer that question.
He stood up, the chair screeching harshly.
"A filthy witch, the disgrace of the Derek family, what kind of judgment is she hoping for?"
Leaving those words, Theodore left with a cold face.
Outside the Light Sacrifice Tower, the sunlight was bright, with gray-black smoke spreading in the southeast direction. He glanced a few times, and the Archbishop approached, sighing as he explained, "It's Rocky. Injured many people, but he couldn't get in."
The best Magic Masters in Valtorre were gathered around the Light Sacrifice Tower. Even with Rocky's exceptional talent, he couldn't break through the Church Court's powerful Magic Restriction.
Theodore oh'd lightly.
"Was he caught?"
As he spoke, he tugged at his collar. For some reason, he felt breathless now; perhaps the buttons were too tight.
