“Where did he go, and why is the Holy Sword in your hands, Grand Duke?”

While the archbishop feigned innocence, he couldn’t hide the greed shining in his eyes.

“So you knew.”

With that, Kim Seon-Hyeok was certain that the old archbishop in front of him had something to do with Park Joon-Min’s disappearance.

“Thank goodness.”

The archbishop looked confused by Seon-Hyeok’s words that seemed abrupt and without much meaning. 

“If you really didn’t have anything to do with Joon-Min’s disappearance, then things would’ve gotten complicated.”

“For God’s sake, I have no idea what you mean…”

“What do you think I’m saying?”

Kim Seon-Hyeok’s voice was impassive enough to be uncomfortable to hear.

“Any doubts I had about taking action against you are now gone.” 

He was like an executor talking right before an execution.

“Since you won’t answer no matter how much I ask you…”

The archbishop’s mouth opened and closed several times, but in the end, he didn’t talk. 

“I thought so.”

With that short sentence, Kim Seon-Hyeok got up and patted the seat of his pants. He was still staggering, but everyone still knew what he was planning on doing.

“G...Grand Duke! Stop!”

The paladin shouted hastily when he saw Kim Seon-Hyeok tightly grip the sword and raise it up high.

Twack.

The Holy Sword pierced the archbishop’s body too easily. 

“G, guh.”

With that short...