Even Zich acknowledged the Pope’s venomous words, and they inflamed Piros’ rage.

“Do you not see the current situation in front of you? Your tongue flaps so well even in such a dire state! Sounds like Karuna is the god of tongues above everything else!”

“I can see the situation well. I’m sure it’s your god that can’t even flap its tongue anymore. I mean, can a fish head even speak in the first place? I suppose it would just puff up its gills and get its mouth pierced by a fish hook. It will be tricked by a small bait and foolishly swallow up its own organs.” The Pope’s vicious tongue beat down Piros. “Honestly, I was surprised by your scheme in turning a dragon’s corpse into an undead, but do you think that secures your victory? Everyone who defeated the dragon last time is gathered here, including Sir Zich!”

The Pope pointed at Zich who was sitting on his chair relaxedly like he was in a completely different space from the chaos.

The moment Piros saw Zich, his eyes cooled. “Yes, Zich.”

“Hm? You have something to say?” Zich jerked his jaw like he would be gracious enough to hear Piros out. Piros instantly felt his pride hurt by Zich’s arrogant...