"Damn it!"
In the Underground Sanctuary, the enraged old man roared, "The one who should be presiding over the ritual for him is me!"
"It should be me!"
Damn it.
Awesome.
Freaking awesome!!!
He'd put in so much painstaking effort to prepare everything, how did it end up with someone else snatching the credit at the last second?
That hateful bastard!
Who told you to stick your nose where it doesn't belong!!?
When they saw Herbert covered by the Radiant Holy Flame, other people's first reaction might be to think he was about to be burned, but the Archbishop instantly saw through the true essence of what the Sun God was doing.
Baptism.
This was a true Baptism personally led by a Divine.
But it wasn't out of affection, rather… out of disgust.
He simply thought Herbert's body as a vessel was too weak.
