"But Dice was not wrong either." The old Priest forcibly straightened his slightly stooped body, gripping tightly onto his somewhat faded crucifix in his hand, he turned his head and chuckled, "Of course, what you said is not wrong either, so I will persevere until the end of the inspection, if magic power is not enough, I also have faith..."
The Orc became silent too.
It's very simple what he's implying when he said there's faith when magic power is not enough. After consuming all his magic power, he'll just have to grit his teeth and bear with it, pushing himself beyond his limits, risking his life.
[I hope a miracle will occur.]
The orc's eyes firmly stared at the Elven girl in front of him, his fist tightened. If possible, how could he not wish for this child, who was around the same age as his daughter, to safely escape from this dangerous place?
If possible...
His eyes widened.
Unfortunately, a miracle did not come.
