Chapter 708: Sometimes, we have to acquire peace through violence
The first one to speak was Bishop Avarash, perhaps because he was the oldest--ahem--looked the oldest among the representatives. Besides, we were in the Human Realm, so the ’host’ should be human, no?
Even then, he only spoke after Stan told everyone that the content of the Covenant was to be decided among the representatives, not the patron deities. Phew. That was a good start, right? As expected of the most ancient nanny--he knew these deities very well.
"Ahem--should we...move to a better place?" Avarash offered as if the Grand Church was his place.
Oh, but...the templars were also part of the church before they got exiled, so perhaps they used to stay in the Grand Church--at least the older generation. But, well...that was also a nice attitude to have. The church would experience a grand reshuffle, and with so many rotten parts needed to be cut, the templars should take care of the important positions.
Hmm...should we do this inside, after all?
"No," surprisingly, our mediator raised his hand to decline. "There’s no need to waste more time. The patrons had been summoned, and the sky had darkened. We shall make haste."
Very efficient, just like his voice.
"Ah...very well," the Bishop lowered his head. I kind of pitied him, but Stan was right.
Let’s not waste more time.
[But to renew the Old Covenant] the Goddess glanced at me. [Shouldn’t there be the Old Covenant to be used as a compass?]
Why did she look at me like that?