Chapitre 1664: Search and Rescue

Sunny was internally cursing himself for deciding not to wear Weaver's Mask today. 

…Someone else was cursing him, as well.

The Fire Keepers were keeping their voices down, but they underestimated the hearing of a Saint. 

"That guy… who does he think he is, critiquing our lady's appearance?"

"Says the man who hides his face behind a mask!"

"He must be as ugly as a toad! Frivolous! And shallow!"

He gritted his teeth behind the visor of the onyx helmet. 

'What toad?! What the hell is a toad?! My face is so handsome that it can fund an entire business, you good-for-nothings!'

What did these fools know?!

Outwardly, though, he remained cold and detached. 

Even if it took some effort.

"Having a secure base in an otherwise deadly region is already enough of a boon. If Valor wants to claim my temple, they can come and conquer it. Or rather… they can try."