The crimson sun kissed the desolate plains, and the chilly evening breeze blew across the wasteland, carrying with it an icy chill that made one shiver down below.
Today's sufferings could not be healed by His Excellency Lada, not even if he spent a lifetime trying.
He deeply understood the sayings left behind by the sages who knew pain—there is not a single good man under the sky.
But fortunately, Bishop Rada was no longer a man.
Bishop Rada could only feel annoyed, blaming his trust in Merlin.
As a prelate of the Painful Esoteric Sect, he was familiar with some unique methods of inflicting pain. Thinking that Merlin's sudden throwing of the Holy Spear was some sort of foreplay, he trusted Merlin too much, missing the last moment to avoid judgment.
In a way, Lister and Arthur played a significant assistant role—under their suggestion, Bishop Rada only wore a single piece of cloth, without any magic equipment. The two were well-intentioned, but they messed things up.
