The noble was named Ashburn, and Antonio naturally recognized his face. He roared loudly, "Ashburn! What the [Stru curse] are you doing?!"
Ashburn—no, rather, Prisia, the Devil who had barely survived beneath the Flames of Lust and been reborn—grinned, looked at Antonio, and said with a smile, "Ah, well, if it isn't my dear War Priest."
After exchanging this smiling greeting, the gentle smile on Prisia's face instantly turned malicious. He then spoke with casual elegance, "What am I doing? Surely my dear War Priest hasn't figured it out yet?"
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