Fremay looked at Herbert seriously and said solemnly:
"I don't know what that gentleman promised you, but you must understand that it's a game between the Saint and the Divine Spirit. You'd better not get too involved."
The matter at hand seemed very clear to her.
Herbert comes from the Mist Monastery, and which Saint could be in the monastery?
The Mist Archbishop!
The very one who suppressed her directly without even a meeting, capturing her personally into the Third Commandment Hall.
And that Archbishop, obviously, had deceived the hero he chose!
Not only using Herbert as a pawn, making him establish a territory in such a dangerous place, but also forcing him to further explore and expand deeper.
It's simply too much!
How can they treat my hero like this?
The more Fremay thought about it, the more she felt it was the truth, and the more she thought about it, the more her heart ached.
My poor hero!
