After he finished speaking, he looked seemingly composedly at the young man opposite him, who was the Commander of the united forces. However, he couldn't find any displeasure or forced magnanimity on the young man's face. The expression of the Black Vatican Priest was light and breezy; he even nodded slightly, as if he had merely voiced a fact as plain as "a day has twenty-four hours" or "people die when they are killed."
This left Ger a bit stunned. Even though he was well aware that his statement was the truth, he had never expected that the young Commander in front of him, regardless of anything else, could completely accept it. After all, even as a mere Priest, this was someone who had saved the better half of Misha County from catastrophe—a Priest who should not be as unperturbed as he was now...
"I know that."
Motan rubbed his nose and nodded, "'I' am just a very ordinary person, after all."
