Michael murmured softly, like a fish struggling ashore from drowning, grasping the glimmer of hope and refusing to let go.
"Michael, what are you doing?"
Hexuno heard the murmuring from behind and turned back with dissatisfaction: "Kneel and worship the Saint Heir, you are the Vice-regent of the Kingdom of Heaven, you should set an example."
Spoken without intention, but heard with meaning.
Michael was convinced that there was something wrong with Hexuno, knowingly pretending ignorance of the truth, from her mouth hearing 'Vice-regent', it felt unbearably piercing, full of sarcasm.
"Hexuno, I don't need you to scold me!"
Michael's eyes turned red as he pointed at Wayne: "You and I both know, he is not the Saint Heir, he is the Devil, the Lord of Hypocrisy of Hell's Seven Deadly Sins."
"Michael!!"
Hexuno stood up instantly, golden light surging in her eyes, holding the Sword of Judgment, she spoke coldly: "Kneel down, repent to Lord Son of the Holy for your words and deeds."
