Ailian looked at Mr. Raymond standing in front of her, arms crossed, complaining about that group of shameless Liches. It was a pity she hadn't applied for a Flesh Disguise yet, otherwise she would have shown an expression of helplessness.
"Your Excellency Raymond, in the end, did you disperse that group of Liches trying to follow you?"
"I was really angry! I was angry, I took it out on them, it was only fair!" said Mr. Raymond, raising his fist high and slamming it down towards the podium in front of him. In the last moment, it landed on Raymond's own right hand, and he saved his podium.
Listening to Raymond's words, Ailian felt like she was watching a child making excuses, even though he himself seemed to think it was completely justified.
I believe the Bishop Lords who nurtured Your Excellency must have shaped the Head of the Holy Light to be always going forward, never lost in confusion. But, perhaps Your Excellency Raymond was just too rigid.
