As soon as the words ‘divine retribution’ escaped Eugene’s mouth, the three people blocking his way could not hide the change in their expressions. It was only natural for righteous, faithful believers to feel enraged by Eugene’s offensive words.

Even if Eugene was the Hero recognized by the Holy Sword, he was not permitted to say such blasphemous words. In Yuras, the Hero was officially recognized as the Incarnation of Light. However, even the Incarnation was only an incarnation, not the Light itself.

Moreover, Eugene was not a believer of Light and wasn’t like the Great Vermouth of three hundred years ago. He had not saved countless people, nor had he brought forth numerous miracles. Therefore, he needed strict and rigorous verification in order to be considered the true Hero.

Under these circumstances, although the three had no choice but to admit that Eugene could wield the Holy Sword, they could not sincerely acknowledge that he was the Hero. And right now, Eugene had interrupted and obstructed the holy and sacred ritual and even slaughtered faithful servants of the Light. To add insult to injury, he even dared to label his atrocious acts as ‘divine retribution.’

“How dare you!”

Giovanni’s eyes were consumed with rage as he shouted at Eugene. He took steps forward while calling forth divine power.

There was a good reason behind how he could stand as the captain among hundreds of knights belonging to the Blood Cross, and it was that he always pursued the Light with devout, unwavering faith from an early age. He had made a decision to devote all that he had to serve the Light. His noble faith materialized into a brilliant light, and an armor of bright light wrapped around him as he extended his arms to the sides.

Fwoosh! 

A giant hammer leaning against the wall jumped into Giovanni’s hand.

“Sir Eugene,” Sergio called out with a cold gleam in his eyes. He shook his head while rolling up the wide sleeves of his habit. “You just said something that you should not have.”

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