Over the past few months, Jonah had been knocked out so many times that the darkness he woke up to now seemed like an old friend whose greeting he did not begrudge.
Most of the time, though, he knew the reason behind him losing consciousness, but this time, he had no idea what had led to him and everyone else in the room falling one by one, as if to signify the downfall of one of the major plans of the Bishop. He had known, right away, that his disciple must definitely have planned it so that his excursion would result in the nullification of the possibility of the Saint stepping in, and he had even passed into the embrace of unconsciousness with the happy thought that she would definitely not be having her way. This was also the first thing he remembered before he opened his eyes, but as soon as he got up and looked around at the chamber, he realized that something was wrong.
All of the commanders were still unconscious.
What the…
