Jake Wexler smiled playfully with indifference. No matter how much Sandy Wexler raged, it was of no avail. The victor was already set, barring the sudden appearance of a Holy See to aid him. But Jake knew well who Sandy was acquainted with over the years.
"It doesn't matter now. The entire city is in my hands. At my whim, everyone can die, including you of course. I've been praying all these years, hoping that you will not become a Holy See, and all has come true as I wished."
"The City-protecting Array can suppress a Quasi-Saint but is useless against a Holy See. Had you truly crossed that realm, perhaps I would never have had a chance to become a Lord. It's a pity that you've remained stuck here, enabling me to carry out my plan."
Hearing this, Sandy Wexler asked in confusion, "Have I mistreated you? Why are you harboring such resentment now? I've always considered you my own and even planned to appoint you as my successor when I no longer wish to be the Lord."
