Just when the mages could not withhold being suppressed by the phantom any longer, suddenly, in a pitch dark night, a figure dashed out of the bushes next to the bishop.
"What..."
The bishop was bewildered.
Benjamin, who was supposed to be standing in the middle of the mages’ team, had crept over to their side and charged out when they were off guard.
The priests’ expression turned sour. The bishop ordered the phantom to return and guard the front of him.
Once Benjamin dashed out, his target was obvious — He was coming at the bishop but his gaze was directed at the glistening chalice.
"Don't you think about it! Don’t you dare take this holy relic away!"
The bishop’s face was as cold as ice.
Under his command, the phantom flew at the speed of light and returned to him in a blink of an eye. It opened its mouth and charged at Benjamin, making a magic oscillating roar. Benjamin’s footsteps stopped short at that sight.
That moment, he suddenly halted his assault.
