"This..."
Timian was at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, the monks present all turned their heads simultaneously, dozens of gazes fell on Timian, making him break into a cold sweat.
The lights in front of the altar burned silently, the entire church was enveloped in an incredibly tense atmosphere, as if at any moment, the monks would draw swords against each other.
Eden noticed that the doors of the church had already been closed.
He took a deep breath, clenched his hands, and glanced sideways.
To his surprise, Arsia beside him looked calm; perhaps in the deceitful Danschel, she had long been accustomed to such a tension-filled atmosphere.
"This, this… Elder, I swear in the name of the King of Kings, he is a righteous man, a learned priest. If he were not righteous, he would not have offended the Emperor."
Timian explained anxiously.
"How can we believe your word alone?"
A monk stood up and accused:
"Even if you did not lie, how can you assure that he has not deceived you?
