After the great battle, the streets were in a mess.
And the two culprits, along with two innocent bystanders, had already arrived at Lette's manor to rest.
Lilith, who was familiar with the three, looked at them with a mischievous smile.
"Strange, wasn't it the two of them who were fighting? How come they look fine, but the two Archbishops are all dusty and bruised?"
Cadwen stayed silent with a sullen face, while Delman ground his teeth in anger.
"Shameless! Outrageous!"
The two instigators just smiled silently, even their arrogant sitting posture was identical.
Lilith covered her mouth, giggling: "By the way, who won in the end at the duel?"
Cadwen snorted coldly: "Hmph, don't know who won, but it seems like Archbishop Delman and I lost."
Delman slammed the table and stood up: "You lost, my foot! You ran off halfway! How dare you speak!"
Lilith shook her head helplessly: "It seems that there's a difference even among the unfortunate ones."
