In the midst of their arguing, Hexuno and Uriel stopped, each claiming their reasoning was sound, and neither could persuade the other.
"Watching you argue for so long, I suddenly realize that meaningless disputes won't yield results. Am I the Saint Heir or not? A trip to Heaven will prove it." Wayne, having enjoyed the spectacle, stepped forward as the voice of reason.
"You want me to take you to Heaven? Not a chance." Uriel glared coldly.
"Your worries are completely unnecessary. The Seven Deadly Sins have not laid an ambush in the Papal State. They've always been in Hell. If you're still uneasy, just go down to Hell and see for yourself." Wayne shrugged.
"Ah, I see. Hell has already set traps, and you want to trick me into going there!" Uriel's face turned even colder, refusing to be deceived.
"You should represent imagination; paranoia would work too. You're really stretching it with 'generosity.'"
