21st Century Archmage

“Kyre-nim…”

Aramis called my name. Her voice was quiet, but she was looking at me with eyes so clear that no word would do them justice.

‘You lucky dogs.

I was planning on thoroughly teaching them how terrifying the world could be, but Aramis stepped before my path with her angelic heart.

“Huhu. Give thanks to the gods you serve. Offer your sincere thanks for not having to go see them today.”

I withdrew my mana with a bitter smile. The master of the temple, Aramis, had stepped forward, so I couldnt continue to express my rage. She was more than deserving of such respect from me.

“Thank you, Kyre-nim.”

Aramis bowed to show her gratitude, knowing that I was reining in my anger for her sake. I lowered my head in response to her graceful bow, which gave off a feeling of chastity and spring flowers.

“A-Apprentice priestess Aramis! How dare you act in this manner? And without the permission of the Cardinal as well! The fact that you have stained Holy Nerans sacred name with the position of a mere apprentice priestess and left the temple without the clergys permission has angered the gods!”

‘This little shit!

This was why you had to beat someone into a pulp properly when educating them. Because I stopped halfway, this damned Neran priest still hadnt realized where he stood on the map. He lashed out at Aramis while pointing his finger at her.

“This inadequate servant wishes to give her apologies to the Cardinal in service of Holy Neran and all the fathers gathered here today. I beseech you to forgive me with a heart of magnanimous mercy.”

There was simply no end to Angel Aramiss kind-heartedness. She bowed as if she were a sinner not only to the priest disparaging her, but also to the other priests in the room.

‘Ah, jeez!

When I saw the woman I loved bowing her head, fire blazed from my eyes. Who were these pathetic bastards to receive an apology from my girl? They could hardly clear their name even if they fell to their knees right now, repenting their sin of selling their gods name to sate their greed, yet they had the nerve to receive Aramis apology with straight backs. The timid expressions they were showing me just moments ago were quickly transforming into arrogance. It seemed they had picked up on the fact that I couldnt do anything in front of Aramis from my respectful manner towards her.

“Apprentice priestess Aramis. I am Father Amorent, and I serve the Goddess of Destiny, Pallan. The Church has entrusted me with leadership over the Inquisition proceedings.”

The priest of Pallan, Amorent, butted in and introduced himself, calling Aramis name with a solemn voice.

“If there is something Father Amorent wishes to say, please do so.”

Amorent, who used the authoritarianfather moniker instead of humbling himself by usingpriest, continued to speak to Aramis, all the while avoiding my gaze.