"...Sigh."
Ophidia let out a deep sigh, feeling like her head was twice as big as normal.
Is the Archbishop the kind of person who irresponsibly stirs things up in secret and then quietly watches everything unfold, enjoying the chaos they've created?
Although the answer is sadly apparent, Ophidia knows the true nature of that old fellow... and you'd better not say a word.
Hey, it truly is so.
Ophidia rubbed her temples and asked with her last shred of sanity, "So, according to you... are all these troubles caused by him?"
"Me?"
Herbert raised his hand, innocently saying, "I didn't say that, it's all you—though if that's what you think, I can agree with it."
I merely voiced an irresponsible guess; how you think about it has nothing to do with me.
It's none of my business!
"Hoo..."
Ophidia could tell Herbert had no intention to engage in further argument, so she rolled her eyes in exasperation and gave a light snort.
Everything that seemed illogical suddenly made sense.
