Chapter 177 (1): High Reverend and Her Boy Toy
Red orbs lit up in the helmet, and the knight armor suddenly came to life, swinging its longsword at Wayne’s neck. Waves of roars heralded the reanimation of all the armor sets in the exhibition hall. Only when the heated currents brought about by the sword swing swept toward him did Wayne realize the unusual quality of the knightly sword.
It was a magical sword, capable of gathering the fire elements in the air!
He raised his arm to grip the blade, fingers pressing into the metal. A Knight Does Not Die with Empty Hands![1]He took the sword for himself and made a backhanded swing, bisecting the armor set that ambushed him.
The other armor sets gathered around them, forming a circle with their longswords raised. Virna and Diede unleashed their magic to defend against the enemies. With their twin telepathy, their combined power was more than the sum of their individual strengths, and fighting in concert, they blocked the dozens of armor sets.
Filomina still had her arm around Wayne’s elbow. Eyes frosty, she said, “Going after the person identifying the problem because you can’t resolve the problem? Is this how the Ministry of Magic shows your hospitality?”
“Of course not. I’m still here. Why would I put myself in danger?”
“Hmph!”
“Mina, this is a purposeful instigation. The Ministry of Magic wouldn’t attack you when it would bring nothing but trouble. It’s either the traitor or the other churches.”
Wayne proposed a few suspects. “For example, the Church of Moonlight’s allies in the Life Alliance, the Church of Darkness and Death, or the Church of Heavenly Father... Yes, it has to be the Church of Heavenly Father. Those who wield holy light are despicable. They dream of being able to expand their influence in Windsor.”
“Keep going,” Filomina scoffed sarcastically. “I’d like to hear more nonsense from you.”
Wayne shut his mouth. Even those earning a few hundred sillings wouldn’t be willing to risk their lives, and he wasn’t paid a damn silker for being a tour guide; he was already doing the ministry a favor by putting in a few words. To whitewash the ministry... Well, although he hadn’t seen the culprit, he was eighty percent sure that the ministry was the culprit. Unlike the attack at the Capital Hotel in Luzerbourg, this was another faction’s doing.
The traitor wouldn’t have made a move now. It was too late to kill the witnesses, and adding fuel to the fire would only make things worse. In the heat of the moment, the Minister of Magic might sentence the traitor to death rather than life imprisonment.