The harsh words about to escape his mouth were forcibly swallowed back, and the Heretical Inquisitor nearly choked in frustration before he opened his mouth again.
"Ah, I understand the pain in your heart..."
The Holy Maiden of Light sorrowfully hugged herself.
Heretical Inquisitor: "..."
What kind of lunatic saint is this!
Abandoning the attempt to taunt her for dramatics, he transformed into a streak of black, appearing abruptly above the Holy Maiden of Light, with several darts in his hand primed for attack!
The Holy Maiden of Light suddenly raised her arms toward the sky and closed her eyes, as if ready to embrace blessings from the heavens—holy and radiant.
She had no defenses.
No attempts to repel the descending darts.
Yet at this moment, the Heretical Inquisitor was inexplicably struck with an extreme sense of deadly danger!
He even instinctively wanted to withdraw his attack immediately!
But the darts had already been released!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
