(Because I'm taking the train out today, I'm updating in advance and, as usual, asking for monthly tickets)
"General."
Catching Silvia firmly as she fainted, I revealed a victorious smile to the utterly astonished Pyagio standing before me.
I'm grateful again for Qianqian's unpredictable train of thought that doesn't follow a standard route.
"Damn it!"
Pyagio almost bit his lip until it bled. His strongest spiritual equipment had already turned into dust of history during the battle with Qianqian through time, and it was clear that the several Roman Catholics around us were not our match. Now, with the last hostage who could threaten us rescued, this arrogant priest suddenly realized that a desperate situation had come upon him so quickly.
"Heretic monkeys! Hand over the Angel to us, and maybe the Lord will still forgive your sins!"
The priest in splendid attire clenched his knuckles until they turned white, grinding his teeth as he spoke to us.
