"Ah! Ah! It really is you, our Heavenly Father and Savior, what an honor it is to see your face again!"
"But your dark side is so terrifying and merciless, like the ocean that shelters fishermen and nurtures life, yet can summon storms that devour everything..."
Bishop Allen, after all, was a bishop, though he had attained his position through the power of the Shire Scripture Draft, power was still power, enough to make him surpass the majority of people in this camp.
His gaze first fell on the Snow Wolf Clan maid, who was lightly sweeping up the aftermath in a small hut.
"Ah, such a feeble life, that frail and lowly orc descendant, it truly cannot comprehend the greatness of that Lord." Bishop Allen snorted coldly.
Chris, unable to prevent their bishop from coming here, glanced at him and asked somewhat puzzled: "Bishop Allen, are you referring to that Snow Wolf Clan maid?"
"Is there a second one? That mixed-blood orc, how could it possibly resist the power of that Lord?"
