With delicate features and a pair of slender, phoenix-shaped eyes, Ramollok smiled apologetically and gently tapped the monocle in front of his right eye, "I'm very sorry, Your Grace the Archbishop."
"It's alright."
Although he was well aware that the other party was unlikely to feel the slightest bit of regret, Archbishop Moonshadow Evening Song, who had personally baptized Ramollok back then, remained unhurried and unperturbed, merely changing the subject casually, "I just received news that Archbishop Ethan of the Northeast Diocese is still alive."
Ramollok's eyes widened slightly, then he smiled with some surprise, "That's unexpected. I read the battle report from Sumer, and it truly is a miracle that Archbishop Ethan managed to survive such a large-scale defeat."
"If I remember correctly, about two weeks ago, you utilized the power of believers to have a brief communication with Archbishop Ethan in the underground Holy Hall..."
