"I sense malice from you." Rage sparkled in Greene's eyes, but his voice was calm, "Your disgusting lies even disturbed the City of Light."
"No other way~" Motan replied with a bright smile, "Otherwise, if it wasn't for your 'absolute power' here, but some small fry, I'd be in a real predicament... That said, could you please do something about this heretic covered in blood first?"
Lange twitched, but continued murmuring something under his breath, looking rather eerie.
"As for me," Motan shrugged, "It's not like a lie is a big sin. You can deal with me later, right? Like subjecting me to some holy punishment or something."
Although Motan's sarcastic tone was rather grating, Greene nodded. After all, 'cleansing' the head of the heretics, Lange, was the priority. As for the boy whose false news shocked the City of Light and necessitated his own hasty arrival, he could deal with him later...
