Ignis narrowed its eyes. Valen was right--the Hero would have trouble finding all of these people alone.
Aside from the paladins and the holy knights, the priests seemed to be able to use magic to some extent. And those humans were truly, truly rotten to their core. It reminded Ignis of the creatures who kept coming to the volcano. A bunch of pests.
What else could the Salamander use to describe these people, who talk about auctioning someone so easily, shamelessly, without any ounce of guilt? No creatures should ever be auctioned! Especially not without their consent!
Ignis couldn't hold back from hissing, but the Hero opened his mouth at that time to drown the Salmander's sound. "No soldier of Goddess will auction another human!"
The Hero roared, rightfully in anger. It wasn't an act, Ignis thought.
"Oh, that is fine," the Pope smiled. "I am no soldier of the Goddess," the old man shrugged. "I am the soldier of myself and my own people."