"Ten Red-clothed Grand Archbishops, what about it? If the Silver Dragons do not comply with your requirements, are you planning to take action?" Muria, with a calm expression, looked at the ten humans in red robes before him. Having had contact with the Divine Staff before, Muria knew what their gold-trimmed red robes represented: they stood at the apex of the priest hierarchy."
"Who are you?" The ten Red-clothed Grand Archbishops, who were initially discussing how to calm down the agitated Silver Dragons, stood up at once when they saw Muria and the Red Dragon Queen approach. An older man threw a probing gaze at the Silver Dragon Queen as if desiring her to introduce Muria.
"Who do you think I am?" The golden light in Muria's eyes shone brightly, his tangible Dragon Prestige suffusing the palace housing the Human Church's Envoy Corps. The air turned solid instantly; the ten Red-clothed Grand Archbishops felt as if a mountain were pressing on them.
