"We shall go now, Archbishop."
"Oh, right!" The Archbishop's eyes widened and forced an embarrassed smile.
"I kept the children waiting."
I gazed at him, then at his crozier and miter.
I forgot that these two were the main ingredients to bless an individual.
Calculating the time we spent, the children and their parents, including the bishops and the priests, must have been waiting for an hour.
'Well, I hope he is well.'
I was not worried, for I did not give a shit about him in the first place.
Furthermore, there was no way they would be furious at the Archbishop, but there were still drawbacks to his actions.
For instance, he would lose most of his God's followers.
So, I would not be surprised if he bowed in front of them and apologized.
"I am sorry for taking most of your time," I said in a sincere tone.
The Archbishop gazed at me, and our eyes met, not discerning a heavy pressure from it.
