He took a deep breath, trying to adjust his mood, wanting to retort, but Roland began explaining for him.
"Sif, don't be so harsh. Blackthorn Bishop is here to negotiate with us. Although his acting is a bit clumsy, his intentions are good."
"Blackthorn Bishop, our visit has nothing to do with the Holy Spring Revival, nor do we wish to witness it. If there's nothing else, let's not waste each other's time."
"I promise not to interfere with the Holy Spring Revival Ceremony, and I ask you, Bishop, not to interfere with our actions."
Saying not to waste their time was actually a reminder for them to leave.
Roland spoke rather unkindly, but since Blackthorn's basic goal was achieved, he didn't want to stay longer; he stood up abruptly, ready to leave.
Just as he turned around, Christine, who had been silent all along, suddenly asked, "Lord Roland, leading such a grand fleet of over a hundred transport ships, what business are you engaging in?"
"Sorry, that's a commercial secret."
