"Very well." Archbishop Vicma finally nodded. The green jewelry on his chest, the emerald Griffin imbued with the God of Justice's divine power, was shining brilliantly. He uttered just one word and then fell silent.
Alfred gritted his teeth, almost using his body directly to withstand Vicma's imposing presence.
This statement, he must say.
He was no longer just an ordinary Paladin; he had now risen to the rank of Temple Knight Commander. As Ingrid had said, Alfred now had a certain degree of fame, which in simpler terms meant he had the authority to participate in discussions.
At this time, continuing to be reclusive, hesitant, or indecisive would not only be detrimental to his future but would also significantly affect the entire Old World's opinion of him!
As a Temple Knight Commander, he must have his own opinions, his own views; otherwise, he would have agreed when Archbishop Vicma previously proposed increasing the staff.
