Chapter 251
[Translator – Peptobismol]
“I am Archbishop Alon Mondre. Your reckless defiance ends here.”
The elderly man, who introduced himself as Archbishop Alon Mondre, stepped forward. His dark blue beard and hair flowed as if drawn from the depths of the ocean. His piercing, cold eyes showed no sign of softening despite the passage of time.
Standing tall and staring at the two men, Alon radiated an innate nobility. His neatly trimmed eyebrows and overall demeanor gave him a resemblance to Shullifen.
Ronan, examining him from head to toe, finally spoke.
You seem quite strong.”
“I don’t think I’m weak, even by my own standards.”
Alon replied, glancing at Shullifen briefly. With a sigh, he continued.
“Especially compared to the younger generation these days.”