The Archbishop gave a cold snort at those words, swept a glance at Herbert, and muttered in a neither-cold-nor-warm tone, "For someone like you who still can't read the situation at a critical moment, only cares about putting on a brave act, and doesn't know how to ask others for help, I'm very dissatisfied!"
Things had come to this point; neither of them bothered to keep acting anymore. The Archbishop had practically written "You'd better damn well ask me for help so I can go out and have some fun then!" all over his face.
In response, Herbert expressed—
"Yeah yeah yeah! Uh-huh right right right!"
Herbert couldn't be bothered to argue with the Archbishop anymore.
Fine fine fine, whatever you say, that's how it is.
Too lazy to fight with you!
He nodded like a pounding garlic press, obediently going along as he perfunctorily said, "You're absolutely right, it's my fault! Next time I definitely will! I'll definitely call for your help at a critical moment!"
