As the words of Archbishop Fiona fell,
The figure in the platinum robe up ahead turned around slowly under Fiona's respectful gaze, revealing his face in the moonlight.
It was a man with radiant golden short hair, the tips of which were a sacred silver-white. His dark red eyes were always half-closed, conveying a friendly demeanor as he locked eyes with Archbishop Fiona.
Without a doubt, the man had an ordinary appearance. If thrown into a crowd, he wouldn't stand out.
However, the subtle yet terrifying aura around him, and the invisible pressure he exerted on the souls of those nearby, made this seemingly ordinary blond man anything but.
This man, with an extraordinary temperament and hands behind his back, was the supreme ruler of Asumos Church.
Kael-Andoluzwezi.
...
"Fiona, my old friend, raise your head. No need for such formalities."
