"I..." As expected, Ovilia's face paled at those words, and a visible panic flared in the depths of his eyes. What he had said wasn't wrong; even if the other party was Bishop Hales—the most deservedly powerful of the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church's nine current bishops—he absolutely could not give up this top-tier Presidential VIP Room.
However, even though that was the case, the fact that Cariman had blurted it out in front of Bishop Hales made the implications unavoidably terrifying.
The most powerful figure among the nine bishops of the illustrious Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church was about to have his room taken by him, Ovilia, a mere peak Blood Clan Duke. What kind of act was this? To put it bluntly, it was a complete and utter disregard for the Bishop. How could he not be enraged?
