"Hey, are you tired of living or what?"
Wayne glared at Bedford in annoyance. He hadn't noticed before that this Legendary Mage had such a penchant for calling things as they are.
Curious, what sort of grand benefits did Uriel promise to get Bedford so blindly loyal?
A stigmata and a promise to ascend to Heaven—was that enough to sell out your entire family?
Seriously, did the deep scars on your hand get licked there by the Archangel with disgust?
"Wayne, there's no way you're Archangel Hexuno. Everyone here knows the legends about him. Look at your horrible personal life—you don't even spare your sister. What does that have to do with purity?"
Bedford kept hammering on: "I get it now. You're impersonating the Archangel, using your filth to tarnish his sacred name. You must be a Devil!"
"Stop talking, I beg you! Stop talking! x2"
Hexuno and Heya felt a sharp pain in their chests. One wanted to cry; the other couldn't even muster tears. Both fell silent.
