I rushed at the skeleton and swung my sword. 

It quickly flew higher to avoid my sword then shouted, "You bastard! So you weren’t an ordinary priest! To be able to use a sword too, you must be a bishop-level great priest with paladin roots!"

Oh right, priests could only use flying magic starting from bishop-level. I forgot.

"Hahaha, if you know, just obediently receive this iron mace of justice, Baldy!"

The skeleton sneered. "Puhahaha! If you were a paladin, your divine magic would not be at the level of a bishop! You can't hurt me with such divine magic!"

Yeah, I can't use divine magic anyway.

Totally different from just before when it was dodging in panic, the skeleton was now looking down at me with a haughty air. I didn't know what it was being so arrogant about when it couldn't even tell if my magic contained divinity or not. But let's be thankful to it for letting its guard down and hit it in the head.

I raised my sword and shouted, "But I will make this heretic who has disrespected the great goddess kneel down before my sword!"

Uuack, that was cringy! But somehow, paladins and priests often said things like this....