The youth's thunderous shout echoed in the Holy Hall.
He was willing to die generously for the oppressed, just to awaken others' reflections.
Such thoughts were somewhat foolish, but at the same time, admirable.
The Archbishop looked at the youth in front of him, his eyes subtly moved.
Truth.
Not a single word was false.
From start to finish, this child had never told any lies.
The Archbishop didn't sense any hesitation or fear in his words, they were completely heartfelt and sincere.
Heart and words in unison.
This firm will to sacrifice was truly moving.
Even someone like the Archbishop, who had seen so much, was somewhat touched at this moment.
After a while, the Archbishop sighed and said: "Indeed, you are very much like Saint Nenasha, and have a certain affinity."
"Both regard Humans and Demons as equal beings, both are willing to sacrifice themselves for others, possessing the same great compassion..."
Herbert: ?
Me, do I?
Was I overacting just now?
