Ilyas's intentions were clear: Oglas did not deserve to speak with Rain Eye. His stern face and deep voice held no respect for the Cardinal who stood above all others within the Church.
Oglas's expression flickered slightly, "Lord Ilyas, I would encourage you to think before you speak. Do you believe that your words could represent Miss Rain Eye?"
"No, of course our words can't represent Miss Rain Eye. However, you need to understand one thing: here, your Church has no authority over us, the Greek Guardians, don't you agree?" Suo Suo had come to stand beside Ilyas at some point, blocking Ilyas's robust arm with both hands, her eyes filled with a captivating smile. She seemed to be whispering sweet nothings to her lover, leaving Oglas speechless.
A hint of disgust appeared in Ilyas's eyes, and with a slight shake, he freed his arm from Suo Suo's embrace. His gaze remained cold on Oglas, but he no longer spoke.
