Chapter 220: The Archbishop (2/2)

It was true that since Angora never received Horan’s favor (or as he would put it, deliberately given the cold shoulder by Horan), he wasn’t baptized early on at the Temple of Glory like Cecil. And now that Angora had long since been molded as a believer of the God of Games and most willingly so, why would he become a convert of some shining deity?

Even when sentiment wasn’t taken into account and only benefits were taken into account, the System from the God of Games provided every form of convenience. On the other hand, the God of Light had so many believers that he wouldn’t be given special treatment even if he really inherited the rank of duke.

At best, he would be surrounded by a bunch of other believers like his own father wherever he went, which was merely changing staff sourcing from the Temple of Glory to the Brilliant White Church instead.

With that thought in mind, Angora spoke out directly.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in joining the Brilliant White Church.”

Beside them, the new butler had a sparkle in his eyes, seemingly pleased with his young master’s reaction.

‘I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in the Temple of Glory either.’ Angora retorted inwardly when he noticed that.

“Why? Instead of the stuffy, stinking Temple of Glory, us Brilliant White Church is definitely better, you know?” The old archbishop continued his persuasion.

Angora also noticed that Hadro was ever so discreetly throwing glances at the new butler. It appeared that the archbishop knew that he was from the Temple of Glory, and was therefore deliberately trying to provoke him.

And in the blink of an eye, Angora knew what Hadro was thinking.

If the new butler would endure the provocation, the old archbishop would only have the pressure of running his mouth. On the other hand, if the new butler couldn’t just sit and watch and decided to argue or even brazenly resort to physical measures, he would only prove the archbishop true about what poor characters fill the Temple of Glory.

And considering that Hadro was an archbishop who just might prove very formidable, it might turn out to be an almighty beatdown with which he could lure Angora to convert.

Understanding that, Angora certainly wouldn’t let the archbishop run his mouth.

“I’m digressing,” he smiled cheerfully at old Hadro, “but what I love to do the most is to say ‘no’ when someone is holding my head and forcing me to convert to some new god.”

The composure on the archbishop’s face disappeared at his clear hostility, and he began to study Angora carefully.

And yet, his eyes did not show anger, but there was a look of appreciation instead.

“I see. It appears that I have neglected your feelings—”

The old man was about to continue when an uproar echoed from the outside.

A guardsman then hurried into the room. “My Lord,” he reported, “A bishop from the Brilliant White Church had arrived outside, claiming that he has urgent news to relay to the archbishop…”

“Let him enter.”

Although Horan wasn’t on good terms with Hadro, he gave the newcomer permission since he wasn’t the type who resort to cheap tricks.

And soon enough, a flustered man in a cassock entered.

“Kuffon, you are a bishop. Have I not told you that you should watch your manners at all times? Or have you forgotten?” Old Hadro stared at the white-robed bishop in displeasure.

“Your Excellency, it’s an urgent matter,” Kuffon replied, seemingly hesistating if he should whisper the news into the archbishop’s ears.

However, the archbishop instructed to the contrary. “Speak freely. I have faith that Duke Faust and his heir apparent don’t have loose tongues.”

At those words, the white-robed bishop no longer hesitated. “It appears that undead monsters had appeared at the mass grave near the Sotimi border…”

The bishop paused and gulped before continuing. “And we’ve completely lost contact with the sacred corps who have gone ahead to pacify the situation!”