"Thank you for your hospitality, Your Eminence."
MacDonald's physique was no different from the time of Profound Church, like a round, potato was placed on a bigger and rounder potato.
"The flesh of the moon aristocrats is indeed delicious. Even their final tremors of life bring more joy than those of the common folks."
"But I must say, the master has been anticipating the 'main course' for a long time. This is certainly worth celebrating."
"Of course," Shalivan agreed calmly.
"The forces of Cold Valley have been dismantled by me almost completely, now no force can threaten the great Elderidge."
"Please bring him from his hiding place. The 'main course' is already on the table."
Archbishop McDonald simply wiped his mouth, then dragged his round body away into the distance.
As Shalivan watched the back of this departing White Sect Archbishop, the corners of his mouth under the mask slightly lifted.
