As Floral bowed down in submission, William's gaze flicked over to Nizemar. She was practically bouncing with excitement, a smile threatening to split her face in two.
It wasn't that there was anything wrong with her previous actions. William had known it was only a matter of time before the entire Emerald Province government knelt before him. But with the way Nizemar spoke, he couldn't help but wonder if this moment would solidify his reputation as the Eighth Holy Spirit in the eyes of these people.
Taking in the solemn mood, William sighed inwardly.
Forget it… I'll slowly resolve any misunderstandings in the future. Based on the current mood, it's not the time to explain.
On the other hand, he was a little worried about the excited Retribution Templar giving a passionate speech about celebrating this moment.
Fortunately, he could tell that she was holding back her excitement—perhaps Nizemar had noticed his gaze.
