"Alas!" Suddenly, Ezequiel let out a sigh, slowly shaking his head.
"Mr. Yorba, what's wrong?" Cedric asked.
Ezequiel remained silent, merely wearing a grimace.
"It seems His Majesty's heading for a defeat." Right then, Inmensas spoke.
"Abbot Inmensas, don't spout nonsense! Father has the divine soul strength of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. How could he possibly lose?" Denzel remarked with a hint of displeasure.
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