Fire God Tower.
Ever since he inherited the position of Archbishop from Mentor Maggie, that carefree and ignorant otaku boy who only indulged in magic research was gone forever.
In just a week, Damir was already very busy. Not only did he have to restore the internal strength of the church, but he also had to personally deal with many trivial matters from outside the church.
Just like now.
" My lord, with all due respect, even if Vivian and the others have achieved some results in the disaster relief work in the ruins of Red Flame Town, they are still far from mature, let alone safe.”
"I'm worried that you'll rashly go over…"
Damir tried his best to persuade him. In front of him was Count Cecil, who had woken up early in the morning with his daughter and personal maid and had asked him to use teleportation magic.
However, the earl was unmoved. He was even a little anxious. Helpless, Damir could only compromise.
It was not because of the Earl's face.
