Chapitre 83: Cattleya Starlight Taken Hostage [4]

James raised his hand, and corrupted mana oozed from it, coalescing into a long, black spike that writhed with dark mana and emitted an ominous black smoke. He raised the weapon at them with a smile hidden beneath his mask.

"Try to entertain me at least a bit, Exorcists."

"Willias, snap out of it!" Isabel shouted breaking through the haze clouding Willias's mind. The priest stood frozen, stunned to silence as he faced a Devil that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Yes… yes!" Willias stuttered, shaking himself free from his stupor. Beads of sweat slid down his brow as he gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles white with tension. His gaze locked onto James, glaring at him. "The Savior must have a purpose for this encounter. To face a Devil today—this must be my calling."

James laughed. "Your faith blinds you, old man. You're overestimating yourself."

"...!"